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CHAPTER 265: Held Hostage, Then?

مؤلف: Lady Sheldon
last update تاريخ النشر: 2026-05-27 22:08:17

His dark eyes followed every tiny movement I made, tracing the line of my jaw, the tremble in my fingers, the way my breath hitched every time I had to lean in closer.

It wasn’t a casual glance.

It was heavy and unblinking.

The silver hoop in his ear caught the bathroom light every time he tilted his head just slightly, and up close the tattoos crawling up his neck looked even more intimidating.

I swallowed hard and tried to focus on the wound instead of the way his stare made my stomach
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  • Daddies Taste Better    CHAPTER 268: That Offended Me

    That offended me.The other men exchanged quick looks, but nobody argued. The silence stretched again, until Noah finally flicked ash into a crystal tray on the coffee table and leaned back.“Besides,” he added, eyes sliding back to me, “she lives here now. Might as well get used to it.”Silence.Then the one with the scar leaned forward on the couch, elbows on his knees, and let out a sharp breath.“Noah, this is serious,” he said, voice urgent. “The bounty on your head right now is unbelievable. People are already circling. You show your face anywhere and—”“And whose fucking fault is that?” Noah cut in. “You’re the one who opened your goddamn mouth to the wrong fucking people last month. So spare me the lecture.”The room went dead quiet again.I sat frozen in the armchair, knees pressed together, trying to make myself as small as possible. Okay… maybe I really shouldn’t be here. This wasn’t some family argument or petty drama. This was the kind of conversation where the more you

  • Daddies Taste Better    CHAPTER 267: It’s Nothing Special

    I don’t know how I managed to fall asleep that night.Maybe it was the exhaustion of the long flight, the emotional whiplash of the last twenty-four hours, or the fact that my body simply gave out after I had to operate my laptop for hours only to find out he actually turned off the WiFi connection. One minute I was staring at the ceiling, and the next, everything went black.What woke me the next morning was voices.Low, muffled, coming from somewhere downstairs.My eyes snapped open in the dark. The room was pitch-black except for the faint morning light spilling through the balcony doors I’d left cracked open. My heart was already racing before I even sat up, the sheets wrapped around my legs like they were trying to hold me down.I strained to listen.There were a couple of voices but what I could hear clearly were two. One was definitely his — that rough, irritated tone I already recognized too well. The other was quieter, calmer, but still male. They rose and fell in short burs

  • Daddies Taste Better    CHAPTER 266: You Look Like You Need It

    I grumbled under my breath. “I AM smart. I got into one of the most competitive schools in the country, I’ll have you know.”He didn’t even bother replying. Just gave me a light nudge between my shoulder blades with two fingers, firm enough to make me stumble forward a step. “Hurry up.”I bit my tongue and kept climbing the rest of the stairs, hyper-aware of him right behind me. When we reached the top floor and I pushed open the door to the corner suite, he stepped inside after me and let out a low scoff as he looked around.“Fuck me. Just a few weeks of not being here and they already changed the whole damn room.” He shook his head, eyes scanning the fresh white linens, the new furniture arrangement, and the balcony doors I’d left cracked open. I didn’t know what to say to that. So I just walked over to the nightstand, picked up my phone, and held it out to him with a shaky hand.He took it without a word, then looked back at me expectantly.“Open it.”My fingers tightened around

  • Daddies Taste Better    CHAPTER 265: Held Hostage, Then?

    His dark eyes followed every tiny movement I made, tracing the line of my jaw, the tremble in my fingers, the way my breath hitched every time I had to lean in closer. It wasn’t a casual glance. It was heavy and unblinking. The silver hoop in his ear caught the bathroom light every time he tilted his head just slightly, and up close the tattoos crawling up his neck looked even more intimidating. I swallowed hard and tried to focus on the wound instead of the way his stare made my stomach twist. “You’re still bleeding a little,” I whispered, mostly to say something, anything. “Yeah?” he grunted as I pressed a fresh piece of gauze to the cut, trying to stop the trickle of blood, my fingers brushing the warm skin of his temple. “But is this how you usually greet every sorry bastard you meet?” Smack them in the head with a kitchen utensil?” My hand froze mid-dab. I pulled back slowly, the gauze still pinched between my fingers, and stared up at him. “Excuse me?” He tilted his

  • Daddies Taste Better    CHAPTER 264: Well?

    “Yes,” I breathed out, the word shaky and small. He finally loosened his grip just enough for me to twist my head and get a clear look at his face for the first time. My stomach dropped. He spoke my name like he already knew me—like it left a bad taste in his mouth—but I’d never seen him before in my life. If I had, I would’ve remembered. No one could forget a face like that. Sharp, angular features, dark brows slashed across his forehead like they’d been cut with a blade, and a small silver hoop piercing glinting in one ear. Ink crawled up his neck and along his jaw in patterns that disappeared under the collar of his black t-shirt. He was… he was very handsome. He still hadn’t let me go. His narrowed eyes locked onto mine and then his lip curled, that low, humorless laugh turning into something crueler. It was terrifying. “What the fuck are you doing here, Saraphina?” he demanded, voice edged with disbelief. “In this house, what do you mean you live here?” I swallowed hard,

  • Daddies Taste Better    CHAPTER 263: WHAT A FUCKING JOKE

    My hand flew to my pocket on instinct, reaching for my phone so I could call the cops, call Dad, call Markus, just anyone. But my fingers found nothing but empty fabric.Darn it.I’d left it upstairs on the nightstand while I was unpacking. I spun toward the hallway, ready to sprint back up the stairs and grab it, but before I could even take two steps, I heard the unmistakable sound of the heavy front door creaking open.He was already inside.Panic shot through me like ice water. I immediately darted back into the kitchen, pressing myself against the wall beside the fridge where the shadows were deepest. The water on the stove was roaring now, boiling furiously as I reached out and twisted the knob off with shaking fingers, but the sudden silence only made everything feel louder — the creak of floorboards in the entrance hall, the soft click of the door shutting behind whoever had just walked in.Footsteps.I squeezed my eyes shut for half a second, trying to steady myself. Then

  • Daddies Taste Better    CHAPTER 31: So Wet Already

    °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:・ The drive home was quiet, but not the awkward kind. Gage’s hand stayed on my thigh the entire time, thumb tracing slow, absent patterns through my jeans. Every once in a while he’d squeeze lightly, a silent reminder that he was thinking about me. I stared out the window, watching the

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  • Daddies Taste Better    CHAPTER 47: Sweetest Thing I’ve Tasted All Night

    I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding, the tension in my shoulders easing as his words sank in. “Okay,” I whispered, squeezing his hand back. “I believe you.” The waiter appeared then with dessert menus. Gage released my hand only long enough to take one, then passed it to me with

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  • Daddies Taste Better    CHAPTER 44: We Haven’t Settled Anything

    °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:・ The morning light sliced through the penthouse windows like a hangover headache, unforgiving, and way too bright. I’d gotten back sometime after three, showered off the night’s residue, and collapsed into bed still tasting sweat, and Amelia’s fear. Sleep had been shallow, fractured b

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  • Daddies Taste Better    CHAPTER 180: What The Fuck Are You Even Talking About

    “So you’re in a relationship with Caleb,” he murmured, voice so low it almost disappeared into the wind. I opened my mouth to explain—to spill the whole ridiculous, humiliating truth—but he cut me off before the first syllable could escape. “Did you know?” I blinked. “No… No! I swear I didn’t kn

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