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MY BOSS'SON (2)
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2026-02-08 16:24:53
MirabellaTHERE WAS AN UPLOAD ERROR THE LAST TIME, AND THAT IS WHY ANOTHER STORY UPLOADED BEFORE THIS ONE. tHAT STORY COMES ON MUCH LATER AND IS STILL PART OF THIS COLLECTION. SO SORRY FOR THE MIX UP.
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HER FORBIDDEN DADDIES: FILTHY ONE SHOTS DADDY'S DEBT TO PAY 5
The three months ended and I didn’t leave.Not because I couldn’t. Not because the debt was leverage or the arrangement was binding or I had nowhere else to go. I stayed because Dominic Ashe had peeled back every layer of armour I’d ever worn and found the thing underneath and held it like it mattered. And because somewhere between the rage and the reckoning, I’d fallen in love with a man made of scars and contradictions who ran an underworld and made me breakfast and knelt at my feet when he’d wronged me.He told me everything. All of it—the operations, the risks, the people who depended on him and the people who wanted him dead. He laid his empire open like a body on a table and let me see every ugly organ and every necessary vein and asked me not to look away.I didn’t.My father called once, two weeks after the three months ended. Sober this time—genuinely sober, the first time in years. He said he was i
HER FORBIDDEN DADDIES: FILTHY ONE SHOTS DADDY'S DEBT TO PAY 4
I found out on day seventy-eight that the debt had been cleared on day one.Not day ninety. Not even day twelve, when he first touched me. Day one. The night I’d shown up at his loft with fury in my chest and my father’s sins around my neck, Dominic had already wiped the balance. Cancelled it entirely. Told his accountant to eat the two point three million like it was a rounding error, because to a man who moved the kind of money he moved, it was.I found out because I saw the ledger. He’d left it open on his desk—whether by accident or design, I’d never be sure—and there it was in black and white: Resolved. Day one. No further collection.The three months was a fiction. The arrangement was a fiction. I’d been free since the moment I walked through his door, and he’d let me believe otherwise because—Because he’d wanted me to stay. And he hadn’t known how to ask.Th
HER FORBIDDEN DADDIES: FILTHY ONE SHOTS DADDY'S DE BT TO PAY 3
After the first time, the walls came down fast.Not slowly, not gracefully—they collapsed like a building brought down by controlled demolition, one charge after another until there was nothing left standing between us. We moved through the loft like a fever. The kitchen counter. The shower. The desk where he worked, papers scattered and forgotten while he bent me over its edge and made me forget my own name. Every surface became a memory. Every room held the echo of a sound one of us had made.But it was the nights that undid me. After the frenzy, after the bruises and the bitten lips and the sweat-soaked sheets, he’d pull me against his chest and talk. And Dominic Ashe talking in the dark was a different creature entirely from the man who ran an empire of shadows.He told me about growing up in Dorchester—the kind of neighbourhood that made you hard or made you dead. His mother, who cleaned office buildings and never complained. His father, w
HER FORBIDDEN DADDIES: FILTHY ONE SHOTS DADDY'S DEBT TO PAY 2
The tension broke on day twelve.Twelve days of circling each other in that loft like two planets locked in a gravitational pull neither of us wanted to acknowledge. Twelve days of his eyes on me when he thought I wasn’t looking. Twelve days of me pretending I didn’t notice the way my skin prickled when he entered a room, the way my breathing changed when he stood too close, the way I’d lie in bed at night and listen to the low rumble of his voice on the phone in the next room and press my thighs together until the ache subsided.He was infuriatingly respectful. That was the problem. He didn’t leer, didn’t crowd, didn’t touch. He cooked breakfast—the man ran a shadow economy and cooked breakfast—and left food on the counter for me with a note that said Eat in handwriting that was sharp and angular and somehow intimate. He asked about the books I was reading. He argued with me about politics over dinner l
HER FORBIDDEN DADDIES: FILTHY ONE SHOTS DADDY'S DEBT TO PAY
My father sold me on a Tuesday.Not literally. He didn’t wrap me in brown paper and hand me across a counter. But when a man owes two million dollars to the kind of people who collect debts with pliers and blowtorches, and the only asset he has left is a twenty-four-year-old daughter with a smart mouth and a spine made of spite, the math does itself.He called me at eleven p.m. His voice was the slurred, watery thing it became after the fifth drink—the voice that had narrated my childhood in excuses and broken promises. He said he was sorry. He said there was no other way. He said a man named Dominic Ashe wanted to meet me, and if I didn’t show up, they’d come for us both.I hung up. Sat on the edge of my bed in the studio apartment I could barely afford. Stared at the wall. And then I got dressed, because that’s what you do when the world splits open at your feet—you put on clothes and you walk into the wreckage.The a
HER FORBIDDEN DADDIES: FILTHY ONE SHOTS OWNED BY TWO 4
They came to me together on the seventh night.No pretence. No pretending. Matteo opened the door and Ares followed, and the look that passed between them told me this had been discussed, negotiated, decided—the way everything in their world was. They’d shared an empire. They’d shared blood. And now, standing in the doorway of my borrowed room with matching hunger in mismatched eyes, they were offering to share me.I should have said no. I should have remembered that I was here against my will, that these men were criminals, that wanting them was a betrayal of every rational instinct I possessed. But rationality had abandoned me somewhere around the third night, and what was left—raw, electric, aching—didn’t care about should.“Both of you,” I said. Not a question.Matteo closed the door. Ares locked it.“Rules,” Matteo said, his voice carrying the calm authority that made my body respond
HER FORBIDDEN DADDIES: FILTHY ONE SHOTS FUCK ME, FATHER (2)
"What are you going to do to me?" I whisper.Father Michael's hand wraps around my throat from behind — not squeezing, just holding. Claiming."We're going to save your soul, child. By giving you exactly what you've been begging for." His lips brush my ear. "We're going to defile you in ways you've
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Brother Thomas shoves his cock back into my mouth while I'm still coming, fucking my throat while I spasm and choke. Father Michael keeps pounding into me, his pace never faltering, driving me from one orgasm straight into another."One more," Father Michael grunts. "Give us one more, whore. Prove
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VIVIAN I've been in love with Richard Blackwood since the day he hired me.Three years ago, I walked into his corner office for my final interview — nervous, sweating through my blouse, convinced I was about to humiliate myself in front of the most powerful man in the city. He was fifty-one then,
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The question hits me like a punch to the chest. Tears spring to my eyes before I can stop them."Almost a year," I whisper. "My ex... he left. And since then, I just... I can't...""You don't need to explain." Julian squeezes my hand gently. "I understand. And I'm going to help you remember. But fi
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