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PLEASE DADDY: A Sinner's Diary ROUGE'S CLAIM 3
ROGUE'S CLAIM 3LILA’S POV The mating heat hits like a wildfire in the middle of the third night.I wake up gasping, my body slick with sweat, every inch of my skin burning. The small cabin feels too hot, and too small. My thighs are soaked, my clit throbbing so hard it hurts. Draven’s scent is everywhere—on the furs, on me, in me. It drives the ache deeper, until I’m writhing, my hands pressing between my legs for relief that never comes.Draven is already awake, sitting by the dying fire, his eyes glowing gold in the dark. His chest rises and falls fast, his muscles tense, his cock hard and jutting against his stomach. He’s been watching me, fighting it.“Lila,” he growls, his voice raw. “It’s here.”I roll toward him, my dress tangled around my waist, my breasts bare and heaving. “Make it stop. Please.”He crawls over me, body heat rolling off him in waves. His mouth crashes onto mine, desperate, and devouring. His tongue strokes deep, tasting my need. I moan into him, my nails
PLEASE DADDY: A Sinner's Diary ROGUE'S CLAIM 2
ROGUE'S CLAIM 2 LILA’S POV The next day breaks gray and drizzly, rain pattering on the leaves outside the cave mouth. I wake up, wrapped in furs, Draven’s heavy arm draped over my waist, his chest pressed to my back. His scent is everywhere—deep in my lungs, soaked into my skin. I shift slightly, feeling the sticky remnants of last night between my thighs, the memory of his cum coating me making heat pool low again.He stirs immediately, his arm tightening possessively. His cock is hard against my ass—morning wood, thick and hot even through the fur. He growls low in his throat, his nose burying in my hair, inhaling deep.“Morning, little one,” he rumbles, his voice rough with sleep.I turn in his arms, facing him. His gold eyes are half-lidded, dark hair tousled, beard scruffy. He looks dangerous and delicious.“Morning,” I whisper, my hand tracing the scar on his chest.His hand slides down my side, cupping my bare hip. “Sleep okay?”I nod, biting my lip. The ache is back, worse
PLEASE DADDY: A Sinner's Diary ROUGE'S CLAIM
ROGUE'S CLAIM LILA’S POV The forest is darker than I imagined, the kind of dark that swallows sound and light. My backpack digs into my shoulders, heavy with the few clothes and cash I grabbed before slipping out my bedroom window three nights ago. Eighteen years under my parents’ strict rules, church every Sunday, no boys, no parties, curfew at nine even in senior year, and I finally snapped. I hitchhiked as far as the money allowed, then started walking, drawn to these woods by some stupid romantic notion of freedom.Now, freedom feels like terror.Branches snag my jeans, the roots trip me in the moonlight filtering through the canopy. My phone died yesterday, no signal anyway. I’m lost, hungry, and the howls I’ve been hearing for hours are getting closer.I freeze at a low growl ahead. Yellow eyes gleam between trees, too many. Wolves. Real ones, bigger than any I’ve seen in zoos, circling me slowly.My heart slams against my ribs. I back up, my hands out. “Nice puppies… stay…”
PLEASE DADDY: A Sinner's Diary SUMMER TUTOR 3
SUMMER TUTOR 3CHLOE’S POV The storm clears overnight, leaving the air washed clean and heavy with the scent of wet earth. I wake early, my body buzzing with anticipation I can’t shake. Yesterday’s kiss—and everything that followed—plays on repeat in my mind: Elias’s fingers inside me, the taste of myself on his tongue, the way he stopped just before I unraveled. I dress carefully—a soft white cotton dress that buttons down the front, thin enough that the outline of my nipples shows when the light hits right, and nothing underneath. No bra, no panties. I want him to know I’m ready.He texts mid-morning: Guest house porch. Bring your laptop.I walk the short path through the backyard, barefoot, the grass cool and damp under my feet. The guest house is small but private—a living room that doubles as his office, a bedroom in the back, kitchenette. The porch overlooks the woods, screened for privacy.He’s waiting in a wicker chair, his laptop on the table, coffee steaming beside him. He
PLEASE DADDY: A Sinner's Diary SUMMER TUTOR 2
SUMMER TUTOR 2CHLOE’S POV The next afternoon drags like molasses. I spend the morning pretending to read on the back porch, but my eyes keep drifting to the guest house path. Every rustle of leaves makes my pulse jump, imagining Elias walking over early. He doesn’t. He’s disciplined like that—always on time, never early, never late.At exactly three o’clock, the sliding door opens and he steps into the kitchen carrying his notebook and a fresh mug of coffee. Today he’s in a light gray button-down, sleeves rolled to the elbows, and dark jeans that hug his narrow hips. His hair is still damp from a shower, curling slightly at the ends. He smells clean, like soap and something woodsy.“Ready?” he asks, setting his things on the island.I nod, already seated with my laptop open. I’ve changed since yesterday—into a pale blue sundress that skims my thighs when I sit, thin straps and no bra because the heat is unbearable. My hair is up in a loose knot, a few strands framing my face.We di
PLEASE DADDY: A Sinner's Diary SUMMER TUTOR
SUMMER TUTOR CHLOE JAMES (FL) 18YRSELIAS THORNE (ML) - 39YRSCHLOE’S POV I sit at the kitchen island, staring at my laptop screen like it’s written in another language. College entrance essays. Three of them, all due in less than a month, and every word I type feels wrong. I delete another sentence, groan, and rest my forehead on the cool granite countertop.That’s when I hear the gravel crunch outside—the familiar sound of Elias’s old Jeep pulling into the guest house driveway. My stomach does that stupid flip it’s been doing all week.Elias Thorne. My older brother’s best friend from college. Thirty-nine, published author, tall and lean with dark wavy hair that’s always a little messy, sharp hazel eyes behind wire-rimmed glasses, and a quiet intensity that makes people listen when he speaks. He’s been staying in our guest house for the summer to finish his third novel, away from the city distractions. My parents offered the place without hesitation—“anything for Alex’s friend.”
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