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Part 5: My Ex is still addictive

Author: Ander
last update publish date: 2026-07-06 00:19:31

Before I could respond, he kissed me, slow, deep, filthy. His tongue slid against mine like he was reminding me who I belonged to.

I moaned into his mouth, hands fisting his hair, and he deepened it, tasting like coffee and sin. His free hand roamed down my body, cupping my breast, thumb flicking my nipple until it peaked hard.

When he pulled back, his lips were shiny, my mouth was swollen, and my thighs were trembling.

“Time to get you clean,” he said. His voice was rough, commanding. “Then w
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  • Daddy's Forbidden Little Pet   Part 5: My Husband's personal assistant

    The last day moved too quickly.I kept Isla close under the pretense of final preparations — reviewing the calendar for my husband’s return, airing out his study, making sure the apartment looked exactly as he expected to find it.In reality I simply didn’t want her out of my sight. Every time she left a room I felt the hours contracting.By late afternoon the careful version of her had returned. Hair neat. Soft blouse. The composed assistant who belonged to the household on paper. Only the faint bruise I had left on the inside of her thigh the night before, hidden beneath her trousers, remained as proof of everything else.At six I poured wine and called her into the living room.“He’s landing at eleven-forty,” I said. “The driver will bring him straight here. We have a few hours.”Isla stood near the glass, looking out at the city. “I should go back to my room soon. Make it look like I’ve been there the whole time.”“Not yet.”I set the wine down and walked to her. She turned as I a

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    She was still in my bed when I woke.Morning light filtered through the sheer curtains and across the tangled sheets. Isla lay on her side facing me, one hand tucked under the pillow, the sheet pulled only to her waist.In sleep she looked younger, the careful composure she wore during the day completely gone. I watched the slow rise and fall of her breathing for a long time before she stirred.Her eyes opened. For a second there was only soft confusion. Then memory returned, and a faint flush rose along her cheekbones.“You’re still here,” I said.“You told me not to go back to my room.”“I did.” I reached out and brushed a strand of hair from her face. “Regretting it?”She shook her head once. “No.”I leaned in and kissed her slowly. Isla made a quiet sound and shifted closer, the sheet slipping further down her body. The kiss deepened without hurry.My hand slid over the curve of her hip, then between her thighs, finding her already warm and slick. She exhaled against my mouth when

  • Daddy's Forbidden Little Pet   Part 3: My Husband's personal assistant

    I let her wait until the following evening.All day I kept her busy with ordinary tasks — correspondence, a few phone calls, the quiet organization of my husband’s study so it would be ready when he returned.Isla moved through the apartment with careful professionalism, but every time our eyes met the air between us tightened. She was thinking about the kiss. I made certain of it.At half past eight I found her in the kitchen again, standing at the counter with a glass of water. She had changed into the same soft gray set she wore the first night I had spoken to her properly. The sight of her bare legs under the hem of the shorts sent a slow pulse of heat through me.“You’re still awake,” I said.“I was about to go to bed.”“Not yet.”I walked past her, opened the wine fridge, and took out a bottle I had been saving. Isla watched me without speaking as I poured two glasses. When I held one out to her she took it, fingers brushing mine deliberately this time.“Come with me,” I said.I

  • Daddy's Forbidden Little Pet   Part 2: My Husband's personal assistant

    I called her into the main bedroom at 8:40 the next morning.Isla appeared in the doorway wearing the same soft gray set from the night before, hair still slightly damp from a shower. She stopped when she saw me standing in front of the open closet in only a silk robe.“You needed me?”“I did.” I gestured toward the long rack of dresses. “The charity lunch is at one. I haven’t decided what to wear. Come help me choose.”It was a thin excuse and we both knew it. She stepped inside anyway. The door remained open, but the rest of the apartment felt very far away.I watched her reflection in the mirror as she moved along the rack, fingers trailing lightly over the fabrics. She selected three options and laid them across the bed without comment. When she turned, I let the robe slip off one shoulder.Her eyes dropped before she could stop them.“This one,” I said, pointing to a deep emerald dress with a low back. “Help me with the zipper when I’m ready.”Isla nodded once. A faint flush had

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