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Chapter 11: Tempting Flames
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Isabella The cabana's ceiling fan whirred lazily overhead, stirring the humid air that clung to my skin like a lover's sweat. I lay there, staring at the blades as they sliced through the dim light filtering from the slatted windows, my body still humming from Richard's possessive fuck earlier. His cum mixed with Javier's inside me, a sticky reminder of the lines I'd crossed, the games I'd started. He'd left an hour ago for his "meeting" with Marco—V3, the fixer who'd been texting threats about silencing me. "I'll end it tonight," Richard had promised, his cock still buried deep in my pussy as he thrust one last time before pulling out. "For us, baby. Then we're free." But his eyes had that shadowed look, the one that screamed lies. I didn't trust him anymore, not fully. That's why I'd texted Javier back: *Meet me at your place. Bring info on Marco. And your cock.*I slipped out of the cabana quietly, the sand warm under my feet as I padded toward the beach bar. The sun had dipped be
I'm all yours daddy Chapter 11: Tempting Flames
ISABELLA The Mexican sun beat down on the dusty streets of Puerto Vallarta like a relentless lover, scorching my skin even through the thin sarong I wore over my bikini. We'd been here a week holed up in a rented beach cabana that smelled of salt and cheap tequila, far from the neon motels and desert graves we'd left behind. Richard promised it was paradise: piña coladas by day, his thick cock buried in my wet pussy by night. But the texts kept coming V3: Loose ends in the States. Clean house or I do and with each one, the cracks in our "forever" widened. He swore it was nothing, just echoes of Victor's network, but I saw the way he checked his phone when he thought I slept, his face hardening like he was plotting again. Like I was the next body in the sand.Doubt festered, turning our fucks from passionate to frantic, as if he could thrust away the lies. Last night, after another anonymous buzz—"She's marked. 20k to finish." I'd pinned him down, riding his cock reverse while demandi
I'm all yours daddy Chapter 10: Desert Ghosts
The desert wind howled outside the motel window like a vengeful spirit, whipping sand against the glass as I lay tangled in the cheap sheets, Richard's cum still leaking from my pussy. We'd fucked three times since dumping Victor's body once in the car on the way back, my legs wrapped around him in the passenger seat while he drove one-handed; then in the shower, his cock slamming into me from behind as water mixed with blood from a scratch on his arm; and finally here, on this sagging bed, where I'd ridden him slow and deep, whispering questions about the new text that had come in right after the kill: *Need an exit strategy. She's a liability. -V*. Victor was dead, his neck twisted like a broken doll, but the message lingered on Richard's burner phone like a curse. Who the fuck was "-V" now? And why did it feel like the noose was tightening again?I traced a finger down his chest, feeling the steady thump of his heart strong, alive, mine. Or so he claimed. "Daddy," I murmured, my vo
I'm all yours daddy CHAPTER 009 — PHANTOM THREATS
ISABELLA A loud knock pounded on the door at 7 AM, yanking me out of a steamy dream where Richard's thick cock was buried deep in my pussy, and he was whispering promises of forever. I glanced over at him sleeping next to me, his chest rising and falling all peaceful after we'd fucked twice last night once to celebrate getting rid of Mike, and again when that creepy text came in: *Mike’s dead. You’re next.* My hand shook as I read it out loud, but instead of freaking out, it lit a fire in me. I climbed on top of him right there, sank down onto his hard cock, and rode him wild until we both came hard, his cum filling me up while we guessed who sent it. Now, cold reality hits like a slap."Cops," I whispered, shaking him awake. "Get up, Daddy."He shot up fast, eyes sharpening. "Shit. Act normal like the grieving widow and daughter."I threw on a robe quickly, my pussy still sore and slick from last night, a hot reminder of our twisted bond. But did I really trust him? Those texts made
I'm all yours daddy Chapter 008: Shadows of Doubt
Isabella The diner’s neon sign flickered in the rearview mirror as I sat in the car, my fingers gripping the steering wheel, my pussy still tingling from the memory of Richard’s cock inside me last night. We’d fucked while plotting to take out the PI, our whispers of poison and disposal blending with moans until we both came, his cum dripping down my thighs. But now, watching him exit the diner after his meeting with the PI, his face pale and shoulders slumped, I felt a cold knot of doubt tighten in my chest. He’d told the PI some grizzled guy named Mike, hired by Mom before she died and he knew too much. Demanded too much money. And those texts I’d found on Richard’s phone, hinting I’d be “next” if I got too clingy, echoed louder than ever. Was Daddy playing me, just like he’d played Mom and Emily?I adjusted my skirt, the dampness between my legs a constant reminder of how much I craved him, even now. The car door opened, and Richard slid in, his cologne mixing with the faint scent
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Isabella The air in the house felt like a noose tightening around my neck. Mom was officially pronounced dead three days ago, her body cold in the morgue, kidneys ravaged by the antifreeze I'd fed her over weeks. The doctors called it "idiopathic organ failure," a fancy term for their ignorance, and Richard played the grieving widower perfectly, his eyes misty at the hospital while his hand squeezed mine in secret, promising more midnight fucks. But Emily's disappearance gnawed at me, her body hidden in the woods, and now Richard's betrayal of those texts planning to leave me for her burned hotter than any lust. My pussy still got wet for his thick cock, but my heart was a warzone of love and rage. Tonight, I'd make him confess everything.I stood in the kitchen, stirring a pot of pasta, the steam masking my trembling hands. Richard was upstairs, showering after a "long day at work." Work, my ass. Probably deleting more evidence of Emily. The funeral had been yesterday, and we'd fuck
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