CRAVING DIRTY DADDY

VIOLET I had just walked in on a man twice my age stroking his thick, veined cock to a naked photo of me and he didn’t startle. He didn’t apologize or scramble to cover himself. Instead, he kept his eyes locked on my phone screen and gave himself one last slow pump before tucking his thick cock back into his pants with the calm control of a man who’d merely been interrupted checking his emails. “You do realize this is men’s restroom, right?” His voice was low, rough, and edged with irritation. I glanced around wildly, my cheeks burning. Of course. Of course. In my desperate haze to find somewhere—anywhere—to cry, I hadn’t even glanced at the sign on the door. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ The elevator doors slid open with a soft ding, and I stepped inside, cradling the cake box in my hands as though it were made of fragile glass. My heart didn’t just race with excitement—it thundered with six long months of pent-up hunger, a raw, aching need that had been gathering like a storm on the verg

VIOLET His lips were warm—shockingly warm—and softer than they had any right to be for a man who looked so hard and dangerous. For one terrifying second, he was completely still. I sucked gently on his lower lip, then kissed him deeper. A soft, needy moan escaped me as I tried to coax him into responding. Please… move. Kiss me back. But he didn't. Oh God. He didn’t want me. I had misread everything. I had just thrown myself at a man who was probably married, probably taken, probably disgusted by this desperate, pathetic mess who couldn’t even keep her own boyfriend faithful. I started to pull back, humiliation burning like acid through my veins— And then he growled. The deep, primal sound rumbled up from his broad chest as he finally kissed me back—starving, ferocious, all-consuming. Like he’d been holding himself back by a fraying thread and I had just snapped it. His teeth scraped my lower lip before his tongue pushed inside, claiming my mouth with fierce, demanding strokes t

VIOLET Hades didn’t stop fucking me even as the security complaints turned into furious pounding on the door. His hips snapped forward with relentless force, driving that massive cock deeper into my sore, abused pussy while the counter beneath my ass creaked in protest. I tried to muffle my voice by biting down hard on my bottom lip until I tasted blood, but it was impossible. The pleasure was too sharp, too overwhelming. He gripped my thighs wide open, spreading me obscenely as he thrust harder, each brutal stroke forcing broken whimpers and moans out of me no matter how hard I fought to stay quiet. “Eyes on me, princess,” he ordered, his voice a low, commanding growl when I tried to squeeze my eyes shut to escape the intensity of his stare. I obeyed, locking my gaze on his. Feral hunger blazed in those icy blue eyes, raw and possessive, like he was branding me with every punishing thrust. I was shaking, falling apart, completely at his mercy, and he knew it. He closed the last

VIOLET Somehow I must have drifted off, because the next thing I knew I was jolting awake as the pilot’s voice came over the speakers. “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Denver. Local time is 10:28 PM and the current temperature is a cool fifty-two degrees. Please remain seated until the seatbelt sign is turned off.” My heart pounded as I turned my head and saw Hades still sitting there, looking perfectly composed and ridiculously handsome. I didn’t want to see again. This whole thing was dangerous — he was dangerous. This reckless rebound had spiraled into something I wasn’t equipped to handle myself. I quickly pulled out my phone and messaged Auntie Lydia, asking her to come pick me up. I was terrified of what might happen if I was left alone with him. I didn’t trust myself around him — and I definitely didn’t trust him. The moment the sign dinged off, passengers sprang into action, grabbing bags and filing toward the exit. I stood on shaky legs, my body still feelin

HADES Violet walked in wearing a short black dress that hugged hugged every curve. It clung to her full breasts and flared just enough to show off her long, smooth legs. It was modest enough for a business meeting but short enough to remind me of what lay underneath. Her hair fell in soft waves around her shoulders, and those striking green eyes scanned the room nervously. She looked beautiful. Vulnerable. And so fuckable it hurt. My hand tightened around the empty glass. I wanted to bend her over this table, push that dress up, and bury my face between her thighs right here. Taste her again. Hear her whimper my name. But I could not touch her. Not ever again. When she finally spotted me, froze for a second. Her cheeks flushed pink as though she remembered everything too. My cock twitched hard against the confines of my pants as she moved toward me, her hips swaying with every step. Nearly every man in this place turned to stare, but she didn’t seem to notice—or if she did,