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Please Ruin Me, Daddy 224. Harder to See Coming
SELENA I waited until Sienna was fully under; mouth open, Dragon crushed under one arm, the notebook closed for once on the floor. Then I put on a shirt that did not look like surrender and went down to the entrance without giving myself time to rehearse.Kael was not on the balcony. He was at the corner of the building, phone dark in his hand, as if he had already felt the shape of a conversation coming. When he saw me he straightened, that automatic male attention he never bothered to hide anymore.“She’s asleep,” I said.“I know.”“Of course you do.”He let the jab pass. His eyes moved over my face, searching for the usual currencies; fear, exhaustion, the crack that let him push. I gave him none of them on purpose.“This arrangement ends,” I said.The street noise seemed to step back from him. “Say that again.”“The room across the street. The balcony. The silent watch. The rent. The food tab. All of it. It ends.” My hands were steady by force. “You don’t get to colonize this di
Please Ruin Me, Daddy 223. His Obsession
KEAL I lasted until 8:40 a.m. before the district started to feel like a self-inflicted wound.Sienna had already done her balcony wave. Selena had already not done one. I stood with coffee gone cold and watched the street the way a man watched a door he had agreed not to break, then put the cup down and went to the car because the company did not care that my marriage was living above an electronics shop.The driver waited. I dismissed him with a look and took the wheel myself.Bad decision.The road into the old business spine of the city was familiar enough to drive blind, which was the problem. Blind left room for the stairwell. For Selena’s back against plaster. For the flinch. For the way she had told me not to smile as if a smile were more dangerous than a threat. For Sienna’s weight on my arm after fourteen days of nothing. For the children’s syrup left on a step like a man trying to invent a language between violence and begging.I took a corner too wide.A delivery bike sc
Please Ruin Me, Daddy 222. Harder to hate
SELENA The street had gone thin by the time I came down again.Sienna was asleep with Dragon under her chin and the notebook of laws open on the pillow like a passport. I only meant to check the entrance lock. I told myself that twice. On the third step I saw him already there; not on the balcony, not in a car, in the shadowed mouth of my building where the district’s noise fell away.Kael looked up as if he had been waiting for the exact sound of my foot.“You should be inside,” he said.“You should be across the street.”“I was.” A pause. “It got… loud in my head.”He did not climb. He stayed on the entrance line he himself had been respecting all day, hands empty, shoulders less squared than in the park. Up close, without Sienna as a buffer, the damage of the two weeks sat more honestly on him: sleepless edges, a mouth that had been held too tight for too long, eyes that still wanted and no longer bothered to hide the wanting behind pure command.I stayed on the second step. “If
Please Ruin Me, Daddy 221. Taste of almost
SELENA By morning he was already a fact on the street.Not in my doorway. Across from it, on the narrow balcony of the corner building, shirt dark, coffee in one hand, watching the road like men watched trading floors. When Sienna pressed her face to our window and waved, Kael lifted two fingers. She lit up as if he had sent fireworks. I pulled her back by the sleeve.“Don’t make a schedule out of him.”“He already has a schedule,” she said. “It’s called standing there.”At nine he came down to the entrance and did not climb. Sienna ran the stairs before I could negotiate terms. I followed because I had no choice, hair tied up for laundry work, hands already detergent-rough. Kael’s gaze caught on my hands and lingered too long, as if the evidence of ordinary labor offended something private in him.“Park,” Sienna announced. “Broken swing. Daddy pushes. Mummy counts.”“Thirty minutes,” I said.Kael’s eyes flicked to mine. “An hour.”“Thirty.”Sienna groaned. “You people are bad at sh
Please Ruin Me, Daddy 220? proximity
SELENA Sienna made the decision before either adult could seal the entrance with more talk.“Come upstairs,” she said into Kael’s neck, as if the rented room were still a place a family could enter without consequences. “We have a stuck door and a notebook of laws. You have to sign the no-scary-sounds one.”Kael’s eyes lifted to mine over her hair. The question in them was not really a question. It was a man being offered a threshold by his child and measuring the woman who owned the key.“No,” I said.Sienna’s head snapped toward me. “Mummy.”“He is not coming into that room.”“It’s our room.”“It’s a room he paid for without permission. That does not make it a living room for this marriage.” My hands were still unsteady at my sides. I curled them into fists. “Put her down, Kael.”He did not. Sienna tightened, and he adjusted her weight with the automatic care of someone who had been starved of that exact burden. “I’m not here to inspect your bed.”“You’re here. That’s enough of a p
Please Ruin Me, Daddy 219. for her
SELENA The courtyard gate latch was still echoing in my head when my mouth finally broke.“Then change.”Kael, seated on the step like a blockade in a dark shirt, went still.“What?”“Change.” The first tear hit my cheek before I could stop it, hot and humiliating in daylight. I did not wipe it. Wiping would have looked like recovery. “If you sit on these stairs waiting to collect us like missed property, you are the same man I ran from. If you take her the second she appears and call that love, you are the same man. I am not asking you to become soft. I am asking you to become possible for her.”His eyes narrowed, in resistance to a frame he could not immediately dominate. “Selena…”“She doesn’t sleep through the night the way she used to.” My voice frayed and kept going. “She writes laws in a crayon notebook about sick walls and fight beds and no scary sounds. She flinches when doors shut too hard. She asked me if love is supposed to make a person jump. Five years old, Kael. Five.”
Please Ruin Me, Daddy 001. Craving For My Father-in-law
"Just put the damn cock in me, Liam!." I mumbled in pain as I dipped two fingers into my wet pussy. While my husband fixed his tie for work. "Not now, Selena." He didn't even spare me a glance. Not now? God this is frustrating. Ever since we got married a month ago, we only fucked one time. I
Please Ruin Me, Daddy 006. Daddy Said Don’t Keep Him Waiting
My stomach dropped as I stared at the screen for what felt like forever. Kael: Wear something pretty tonight. My fingers tightened around my phone, the edges biting into my palm as if that could ground me back into sense. Tonight? Tonight?! We were in the same house. Same damn house. No.
Please Ruin Me, Daddy 003. Please, Daddy
“No… we’re not done,” I whispered as I got up from the bed. His gaze immediately dropped down to my breasts dangling out of my top. "Damn it, Selena." He growled. "You're Liam's wife." "I don't care." I shivered a bit at the look in his eyes. My inner thighs were still slick. God, I wanted him
Please Ruin Me, Daddy 002. Wet for Daddy
No, no, no ,no , what the hell is this about? What's he doing here? I couldn't take my eyes off him. Kael stood in the doorway. Huge,calm and confident as always. At 47, His eyes were dark as it raked over me, with a clenched jaw. "I'm not allowed to come in?" He asked, with his deep rough
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