Daddy’s Sinful Pleasure
Content Warning:
This book contains mature themes, explicit se.xual content, BD.SM dynamics, and a Daddy/Good Girl Kink between consenting adults. Recommended for 18+ readers who enjoy dark, erotic romance.
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“So what’s your name?” She asked
“Julian.” I said
Julian,” she repeated it like she was tasting it. “You sound like a man who ruins lives.”
“I’ve been known to,” I smirk.
She tilted her head,as she bit her lip. “Are you gonna ruin mine?”
My cock hardened in response.
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After catching her boyfriend of six years cheating—with her best friend.
Zoe let’s loose and indulges in one drunken night at a club. After which she stumbles into the backseat of a sleek black car she thought was her ride share.
But it’s not. It belongs to Julian.
A brutally hot,commanding and much older man. With a reputation for being cold and dominant.She thinks it’s just one reckless night.
But everything spirals out of control when he reappears in her world again but this time not just for one night.
Julian remembers her. Every sinful sound she made. Every bruise he left. And now,he wants more.
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Chapter: Not going to leave ZOE’S POV The most dangerous thing about Julian Hart was that he didn’t have to touch me to make me feel him everywhere. He was simply driving and that was enough to leave me hot and bothered. One hand rested on the steering wheel, the other occasionally shifting gears as we moved through Manhattan’s evening traffic. The lights from passing cars swept across his face, catching the sharp line of his jaw, the straight bridge of his nose, and the faint stubble I had spent the better part of dinner trying not to stare at. Trying, and failing. God, I had missed him. My gaze dropped to his fingers wrapped around the steering wheel, and a memory flashed through my mind. Of those same hands holding me down while his mouth and body drove me out of my mind. I swallowed. It had been more than a week since we had been intimate and although I enjoyed dinner, being close to him just made the ache much worse. I tore my gaze from him and looked out the window and my reflection stare
Last Updated: 2026-10-19
Chapter: Corporate sabotage isn't new JULIAN By the time we arrived at the restaurant, the city had begun to glitter beneath the evening sky, the streets alive with headlights and the glow of towering buildings. I handed the keys of my Porsche Panamera to the valet and walked around to Zoe’s side of the car. She accepted my offered hand as she stepped out and her gaze lifted toward the hotel. “Julian.” I knew that tone. It was the ‘this is too much tone.’ “What?” I smiled in amusement. She looked at the entrance, then back at me.“Please tell me you haven’t booked the entire restaurant.” I laughed because that was exactly what I had done but I wasn't going to tell her that. I decided to settle for a half-truth.“Not the entire restaurant.” She narrowed her eyes. “That pause before you answered was suspicious.” “I booked a private dining room.” A smile tugged at her lips and my heart skipped at how beautiful she looked. “Of course you did. Why am I not surprised?” “Would you have preferred to eat in t
Last Updated: 2026-10-18
Chapter: How beautiful you look JULIAN’S POV The smile wouldn't leave my face as I stared at my message thread with Zoe. She just agreed to have dinner with me. I scrolled through my phone and immediately called the manager at The Modern, one of Manhattan’s most exclusive restaurants.“I need a private dining room for two tonight. Seven PM.” There was a brief pause.“Of course, Mr. Hart. Would you prefer the chef’s tasting menu or the à la carte experience?” “À la carte. And I want the room completely private.” “Certainly, sir.” “No other guests. I don’t want anyone walking in unless I authorize it.” “Understood. Would you like us to arrange anything special?” I thought about it for a second. “No. Just make sure everything is perfect.” When I ended the call, I leaned back in my chair and s
Last Updated: 2026-10-13
Chapter: We have a suspect JULIAN’S POV I’d spent most of the weekend dealing with the mess surrounding my campaign, trying to contain the damage before it spread any further. But no matter how many calls I made or how many meetings I scheduled, my mind kept returning to Zoe. I’d called, texted, and even considered driving to her apartment before reminding myself that she’d explicitly asked for space. It was the only reason I hadn’t gone. I wasn’t proud of how often I’d checked my phone over the weekend, either. Patrick was navigating the Monday morning Manhattan traffic when my phone rang. It was Raymond. I answered immediately.“Tell me you have something.” “Good morning to you too, Mr. Hart.” “Raymond.” He chuckled. “I’ve got something you should see. Check your email.” I pulled my laptop closer and opened the email application on my phone. A new message sat at the top of my inbox, containing several attachments.“What am I looking at?” “Richard Forrester. Yesterday evening. He met with a w
Last Updated: 2026-10-12
Chapter: A cowards way out ZOE’S POV I knew what I had done was a coward's way out but I really hadn’t been thinking when I called Maureen on Sunday night and requested to take three days off my yearly leave. So here I was on a Tuesday morning walking down the shopping aisle, absentmindedly adding items to my shopping cart. The weekend had gone by in a blur, with me being tucked in bed and occasionally responding to messages and video calls from the messy Express group chat. Lani and Ella were worried about me so they had constantly kept checking in. Julian had called at least two dozen times in the last seventy-two hours but I hadn't picked up. I still needed time; I wasn't ready to be sucked in by his intoxicating presence just yet. At least, that was what I kept telling myself. But apparently, Julian Hart had decided that if I wouldn’t answer his calls, he would simply find other ways to get my attention. It started on Saturday. A dozen bouquets of white roses had arrived at my apartment with
Last Updated: 2026-10-10
Chapter: I hope she’s worth it JULIAN’S POV It took alot of willpower not to smash everything on my desk after Zoe ended the call. The moment Peter, the head of my PR team, had told me there was another issue whilst turning his laptop screen towards me, with images of Zoe and me plastered all over it, I knew things were deeper than I thought. I stood near the conference room window dialing Zoe’s number again but it went straight to voicemail. Either she had turned off her phone or she had redirected my calls. “What do we do about the articles and images sir?” Sarah the head of my legal team, asked. “The public is asking questions. How do they trust the integrity of a candidate who is having an affair with an employee?” I turned to face the room, my features schooled into impassivity. “Issue a statement making it clear that Hart Holdings takes the privacy of its employees seriously. These allegations are baseless, and we will not allow fabricated narratives to dictate how this company operates. I wa
Last Updated: 2026-10-10
A Bride For A Truce
A deep bone-melting groan vibrates from his chest. “I want to see you malyshka.Every inch of you.”
I shiver in anticipation as his fingers trail down my back, lowering the zipper of my dress, the fabric pooling at my waist. My tits come into view as cool air kisses my bare skin.
His sharp intake of breath makes my stomach flip.
“Damn,” the word is rough, almost reverent as his large hand cups my left tit, squeezing softly. “They look even better than I had imagined.” His grip tightens slightly. “A perfect fit for my hands.”
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Serafina had only one dream: to take center stage at the New York Opera.
But if wishes were horses, even beggars would have a ride.
Thrown into an arranged marriage, She is determined to hate him but soon discovers that there’s a thin line between love and hate.
Adriko has no use for love. His focus is power, his goal is revenge.But what do you do when your greatest threat is your most sinful desire?
A pawn in the game…
A Bride for a truce…
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Chapter: Blood, sweat and tears Adrik’s Pov The air in the room was thick with dread, the weight of unspoken words very heavy. Diana sat silently by the wall, her face blotchy from crying, eyes swollen and red, the sounds of her sniffing filling the now quiet room. Sergei stood near the door like a statue, ready to move at my slightest command. Marco sat opposite me, his shoulders slumped, hands folded together like he was waiting for a verdict from God Himself. And across from me— Serafather Vincenzo paced like a caged animal, running his hands through his hair over and over. I barely looked at him at first. I couldn’t. If I did, I wasn’t sure I wouldn’t rip his throat out with my bare hands. “You cannot step down,” Marco said quietly but firmly, breaking the suffocating silence. “You do, and Viktor wins without firing a single bullet. The Vory fractures. Alliances crumble. Blood floods the streets again.” I laughed even though what he said held no humor. It only pissed me off more. “Blood is alread
Last Updated: 2025-12-08
Chapter: A slow moving toxin ADRIK’S POV “Long time, no see… friend.” The voice was deep, gruff, and heavily accented. It sounded familiar, so familiar that the hairs at the back of my neck rose. “Aoki,” I spat,my grip tightening on the phone. The warehouse went still. Sergei’s head snapped up, Vincenzo turned to me while Marco straightened in his chair. “You’ve got a talent for always ending up on my bad side.” A low chuckle echoed down the line. “Awww, is this about your wedding? I was just pissed you didn't send me an invite, so I decided to send a little souvenir.” My blood pulsed. Aoki and I had been at loggerheads for years. He had been behind the explosion at my wedding, had tried to bury me but failed. I had retaliated by blowing up two of his warehouses. I thought he knew better than to come for me again but I guess I was wrong. “This won’t end well for you Aoki, I'm going to kill you,” I growled He let out a laugh. “Careful Adrik. You’ll hurt my feelings. But no, I’m not calling about
Last Updated: 2025-09-09
Chapter: Stay strong my princessSERAFINA My eyes slowly fluttered open but my lids felt so heavy I could barely keep them open. A searing headache sliced through my skull so hard I almost blacked out again. I glanced around and my brows furrowed as I tried to make sense of my surroundings.The room was dusty, damp and dimly lit. A single window sat high on the wall, far out of reach while the metal door was bolted shut. Cold air bit at my skin and I shivered. I was tied to a metal chair and my wrists and ankles burned where coarse rope bit into them every time I shifted. Tears burned at the back of my eyes but I quickly blinked them back. No, don't cry Sera. You need to stay strong. The hinges groaned and the door opened with a low creak. A man stepped in, he was broad-shouldered, with eyes that were dark and menacing. The air seemed to cling to him with every step that he took and there was something unhinged in his grin like a wolf sniffing blood. “Well, look who’s awake,” he said, his accent thic
Last Updated: 2025-09-08
Chapter: Long time no see friendSERAFINA’S POV The helicopter smelt of fuel and sweat. The sound of the rotors was so loud they rattled my teeth, but even with the noise, I could still hear my own heartbeat pounding in my skull. I sat wedged between two masked men,a shiver running down my spine as my hands shook. I glanced down at my wrists. They were sore and bruised due to the zip ties used to restrain me. I felt sick, really sick. Diana. God, where was Diana? I should have waited until we got home. Why did I push her to come to the restroom? Why now, of all times? If anything happened to her because of me— My stomach knotted. I tried to breathe, but the air in the cabin was stale. The last thing I remembered was going to the restroom with Diana and then the sudden appearance of two men, the sharp smell of chemicals as they placed a napkin over my nose. The man beside me , the one who’d shoved a knife to my throat on the tarmac, kept a gloved hand clenched around my upper arm as he said something i
Last Updated: 2025-08-24
Chapter: From fear or rageADRIK’S POV This was the second time tonight I’d ignored my gut and it had cost me. Badly. The Mercedes shot off the side street like a missile, the tires screaming as I jerked it onto the main road and Sergei’s hand shot out to brace himself.In the back seat, Marco and Vincenzo were still shouting over each other like angry crows. My pulse hammered against my chest as I thought of all the things that could go wrong. “Eyes left!” Sergei barked, pointing. “That’s them!” “I can see, I’m not blind!” I snapped. My throat burned from holding the panic that was trying to claw up. The first mistake was letting those two men get in my car in the first place. The second was not trusting my instincts at the warehouse. Now my men were chasing left, I was chasing right — and I had no clue which held Serafina. The lead car was already vanishing down the road. A second sedan had joined the chase and tried to block us, swerving like a drunk driver was behind the wheel. Sergei let out
Last Updated: 2025-08-20
Chapter: To save my wifeADRIk’S POV My fingers clenched around the tiny, blood-smeared diamond earring. For a second, all I could do was stare at it, my vision swimming, rage pounding through my skull. Serafina… My entire world had been taken. Then it hit me like a punch to the gut. I remembered fastening these earrings on her, telling her that they were custom made.What she didn’t know was that the diamond setting hid a micro-tracker. My breath caught. If this one’s here… the other one’s still on her. “Sergei!” I roared, already running as I shoved past panicked guests, who were heading towards the exit. He spun toward me, his hand hovering near his weapon. “Adrik?” “There’s a tracker in her earring! Have you seen my phone?” Sergei dug into his jacket and yanked it out, the same phone I’d dropped when the screaming started. I snatched it from his hand, my fingers slick with Vladimir’s blood as I unlocked the encrypted app. The screen lit up, and my heart kicked hard against my ribs. A pulsi
Last Updated: 2025-08-17
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