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FUCKED BY MY EX-BOYFRIEND FATHER 2

Author: Queen Flora
last update publish date: 2026-06-23 00:12:44

Chapter 2

I stood in front of my mirror for what felt like the hundredth time, smoothing down the black dress I’d chosen. It wasn’t flashy, but it clung in all the right places neckline dipping just low enough to show a hint of cleavage, the fabric hugging my waist before flaring over my hips. Elegant, but with that seductive edge I couldn’t quite explain. My dark hair fell in loose waves, lips painted a deep red that made me look bolder than I felt. I was still raw from this morning, Jax’s w
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  • DADDY’S DIRTY SECRET   FUCKED BY MY EX-BOYFRIEND FATHER 5

    Chapter 5 Morning light filtered softly through the penthouse windows, casting a golden glow across the rumpled sheets. I woke up slowly, my body deliciously sore in all the right places. Tristan’s arm was draped heavily over my waist, his broad chest pressed warm against my back. I could feel the steady rise and fall of his breathing, the faint scratch of stubble against my shoulder. God, he felt good. Last night replayed in my mind like the best kind of dream the way he’d taken control, how deep he’d filled me, the sounds he pulled from my throat. I felt sexy. Wanted. Alive in a way Jax had never made me feel. I shifted slightly, turning in his arms to face him. His eyes were already open, those piercing gray eyes watching me with a lazy, satisfied smile. “Morning, beautiful,” he murmured, voice rough with sleep. His hand slid down my bare side, cupping my hip and pulling me closer. “How do you feel?” “Amazing,” I whispered back, tracing my fingers over his chest. “A little sore

  • DADDY’S DIRTY SECRET   FUCKED BY MY EX-BOYFRIEND FATHER 6

    Chapter 6 The days after I left Tristan’s penthouse blurred together in the most delicious way. Back in my small apartment, surrounded by fabric swatches and half-finished mood boards for client projects, I couldn’t stop thinking about him. Every time I sat at my desk, my mind drifted to the way his broad shoulders flexed when he moved above me, the deep rumble of his voice in my ear, and how perfectly he filled me. I would catch myself staring out the window, thighs pressing together at the memory of his hands gripping my hips. Normal life felt pale compared to the heat he brought into my world. We arranged to meet whenever his schedule allowed always discreet, always intense. Tonight was no different. His private car picked me up at dusk, and when I stepped into the penthouse, Tristan was already waiting. He wore a crisp white shirt unbuttoned at the collar, sleeves rolled up to show those strong forearms. The second the door clicked shut, he crossed the room in two strides and pu

  • DADDY’S DIRTY SECRET   FUCKED BY MY EX-BOYFRIEND FATHER 4

    Chapter 4I couldn’t sleep. No matter how many times I turned over in that massive guest bed, the sheets felt too cool against my heated skin, and my mind kept spinning in circles. Tristan’s scent on the borrowed shirt wrapped around me like a tease. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw his broad shoulders, felt the ghost of his lips on my forehead, and remembered the way he’d looked at me like I was something worth wanting. Jax’s cruel words still lingered too, but they were fading under a wave of something far more dangerous need.After an hour of tossing, I slipped out of bed, the hem of his button down brushing my thighs as I padded barefoot down the hallway. The penthouse was quiet except for the low hum of the city far below. A soft light spilled from a room at the end of the corridor. I hesitated, then peeked inside.Tristan sat behind a large oak desk in what looked like his study, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, exposing strong forearms. Papers and a laptop glowed under the la

  • DADDY’S DIRTY SECRET   FUCKED BY MY EX-BOYFRIEND FATHER

    Chapter 3The city lights blurred past the car windows as Tristan drove, one hand resting casually on the steering wheel while the other occasionally brushed my knee when he shifted gears. My heart hadn’t slowed since that kiss outside Velvet Eclipse. My lips still tingled, and every time I glanced over at him, I remembered how solid he felt against me those broad shoulders, the way his body had responded so clearly. I should have asked him to take me home, to my own apartment. But I didn’t. The word “yes” had slipped out too easily, and now here we were, gliding through Manhattan toward wherever he lived.“We’re not going to my place,” I said quietly, more to myself than him.Tristan glanced at me, his gray eyes catching the dashboard glow. “No. My penthouse is closer, and after tonight… you shouldn’t be alone. It’s a big space. Private. Jax doesn’t stay there anymore he has his own house, as you know.”I nodded, twisting my fingers in my lap. The mention of Jax sent a fresh stab thr

  • DADDY’S DIRTY SECRET   FUCKED BY MY EX-BOYFRIEND FATHER 2

    Chapter 2 I stood in front of my mirror for what felt like the hundredth time, smoothing down the black dress I’d chosen. It wasn’t flashy, but it clung in all the right places neckline dipping just low enough to show a hint of cleavage, the fabric hugging my waist before flaring over my hips. Elegant, but with that seductive edge I couldn’t quite explain. My dark hair fell in loose waves, lips painted a deep red that made me look bolder than I felt. I was still raw from this morning, Jax’s words echoing like a slap I couldn’t shake. I don’t want you anymore. Why did it hurt so much when part of me already knew something had been off? Velvet Eclipse. The name alone sounded dangerous, like stepping into a world I had no business entering. But Tristan’s card burned a hole in my clutch, and after crying on my bathroom floor for an hour, I needed something anything to pull me out of the pit. I grabbed my keys and left before I could talk myself out of it. The club was tucked away in a

  • DADDY’S DIRTY SECRET   STORY 22: FUCKED BY MY EX-BOYFRIEND FATHER 1

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    Chapter 4: Deeper CorruptionHarper’s POVBy day five the rules have sunk deep into my skin. I no longer hesitate when Marcus tells me what to wear. Today he chose a soft white sundress so short it barely covers the bottom of my ass. No panties, of course. The fabric brushes my bare pussy with eve

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  • DADDY’S DIRTY SECRET   PROFESSOR PLEASE TOUCH ME! 8

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