Daddy's secret Obsession
She'd spent her whole life hearing the same thing: cold, distant and untouchable.Like she was something behind glass—safe to admire, impossible to reach.
Then she met him.
A man who was sitting in the dark when she walked in. A stranger in her mother's house. All hard edges and quiet intensity, the kind of man who didn't need to raise his voice to fill a room. When he looked at her, really looked, something shifted. The air got thicker which made her pulse kicked up in a way she'd never felt before.
He didn't touch her because he didn't have to.
He just muttered one word;low and rough, like gravel and honey.
"Kneel."
And she did.
Not because she was weak,not because she didn't know better but because for the first time in her life, someone saw past the glass and the careful distance she'd built around herself. He saw what she'd been hiding—the part of her that wanted to be taken, not just touched.
"Yes, Daddy."
The words left her mouth before she could think. And when they did, something inside her cracked wide open.
From that night on, Jessy wasn't the girl people whispered about anymore. She was the woman who'd tasted danger and couldn't get enough. The one who finally understood what it meant to feel.
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Chapter: 97Mark I woke before dawn out of habit—years of living on instinct, of being the first to hear trouble coming. The penthouse was still dark, city lights dimmed by the pre-morning gray that made everything look washed out and temporary. Jessy was still asleep, her body warm against mine, one hand curled loosely against my chest. Her face was peaceful in a way it never was when she was awake—no tension in her jaw, no wariness in the set of her shoulders. Just soft and unguarded and so damn vulnerable it made my chest ache. I should have moved. Should have slipped out of bed, made coffee, checked in with Vincent about last night's mess. Should have put distance between us before this thing—whatever it was—got any more complicated. Instead, I stayed still. Watched her breathe. Memorized the way morning light caught in her hair, the curve of her shoulder, the small scar on her collarbone I'd noticed last night but hadn't asked about. There would be time for questions later. For confessi
Last Updated: 2025-12-24
Chapter: Chapter 96:Loosing is'nt an optionMarkI woke before dawn out of habit—years of living on instinct, of being the first to hear trouble coming. The penthouse was still dark, city lights dimmed by the pre-morning gray that made everything look washed out and temporary.Jessy was still asleep, her body warm against mine, one hand curled loosely against my chest. Her face was peaceful in a way it never was when she was awake—no tension in her jaw, no wariness in the set of her shoulders. Just soft and unguarded and so damn vulnerable it made my chest ache.I should have moved. Should have slipped out of bed, made coffee, checked in with Vincent about last night's mess. Should have put distance between us before this thing—whatever it was—got any more complicated.Instead, I stayed still. Watched her breathe. Memorized the way morning light caught in her hair, the curve of her shoulder, the small scar on her collarbone I'd noticed last night but hadn't asked about.There would be time for questions later. For confessions
Last Updated: 2025-12-23
Chapter: Chapter 95:I was not letting goMark's POVThe shower ran hot behind us, steam filling the bathroom like a veil, but I couldn't move. Not yet. Jessy's hands were still on my face, her thumbs brushing along my jaw as if she were memorizing the lines of it—the same lines that had stared down men begging for their lives tonight. Her touch was too soft, too forgiving, and it unraveled something in me I’d spent years burying deep.I pulled back just enough to look at her. Really look. She stood there in my shirt, sleeves rolled up, hem brushing her thighs, hair tousled from my hands. Barefoot. Vulnerable. And still, after everything she’d just heard me admit—after the blood on my collar, the threats outside, the promises of more violence to come—she hadn’t flinched.Most people would have run. Hell, most people did run. But not her.“You’re insane,” I murmured, voice low, almost lost in the sound of the water.A small smile tugged at her lips. “Maybe. Or maybe I’m just tired of pretending I don’t feel this.”This. Whatev
Last Updated: 2025-12-22
Chapter: Chaptet 94:In this togetherJessy's POVI heard the penthouse door open and was on my feet instantly, Mark's shirt falling to mid-thigh as I rushed toward the entrance.He stood in the doorway, still in his jacket, a smear of something dark on his collar that might have been blood. His eyes found mine immediately, scanning me head to toe with an intensity that should have frightened me.Instead, I crossed the space between us and wrapped my arms around him.He went rigid with surprise, then slowly, carefully, his arms came around me. One hand cupped the back of my head while the other splayed across my lower back, pulling me flush against him like he needed the contact as much as I did."I thought something happened," I whispered against his chest, breathing in the scent of him—cologne mixed with gunpowder and something metallic that made my stomach turn even as I held him tighter. "You came back so fast.""There were people watching the building." His voice rumbled through his chest, vibrating against my cheek.
Last Updated: 2025-12-21
Chapter: Chapter 93:Impossible requestJessy's POVThe city stretched out below me like a glittering web of light and shadow, beautiful and dangerous in equal measure. I pressed my forehead against the cool glass, my breath fogging the window in small bursts.Delete the messages,* I told myself. *Forget they ever happened.But I couldn't stop staring at my phone, couldn't stop seeing that photo of myself. The angle suggested someone had been across the street, maybe in a car. Close enough to capture details. Close enough to do worse than take pictures.My phone buzzed again—Mark this time:*Vincent says we'll be a few more hours. Try to sleep.*I typed back quickly:*Okay. Be safe.*Then I hesitated, my thumb hovering over the screen before I added:*I mean it.*His response came immediately:*I know you do. That's what makes this complicated.*I stared at those words, trying to decode their meaning. Was he acknowledging that something had changed between us? Or warning me that caring about him was dangerous?Probably both
Last Updated: 2025-12-21
Chapter: Chapter 92:Consequences and CalculationsJessy's POVThe hot water cascaded over my skin, washing away the physical evidence of what had just happened but doing nothing for the confusion swirling in my mind.Mark stood behind me in the massive shower, his hands surprisingly gentle as he washed my hair—an intimate gesture that felt more dangerous than anything that had happened on the couch.This was the Mark no one else saw. The one who could be tender. Careful.*Almost human.*"You're thinking too loud," he murmured, his fingers massaging my scalp."Just processing.""The meeting? Or after?"*Both. Neither. Everything.*"Antonio," I said, choosing the safer topic. "He's not going to let this go, is he?"Mark's hands stilled for a moment. "No. He made his play tonight. Now I have to respond.""What does that mean?""It means war." His voice was matter-of-fact, like he was discussing the weather. "Antonio challenged me publicly. Threatened what's mine. If I don't retaliate decisively, I look weak. And weakness in this world i
Last Updated: 2025-12-20
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