Sinfully Yours, Daddy

SophiaComing home always felt like slipping into a life I'd outgrown. I dropped my suitcase at the front door and kicked off my sandals. The marble floor felt cool against my toes, a relief from the sticky summer heat. Nothing had changed. Not the leather couch that clung to bare skin, not the stack of untouched Forbes magazines on the glass coffee table, and definitely not the scent—cologne, faint whiskey, and that sterile air-conditioned chill that whispered money lives here.Home. Or at least, the place I slept whenu school wasn't in session.I'd just wrapped up another semester at Columbia—first year of my Master's in Communication and Media. At twenty-three, with my undergrad degree barely a year behind me, I was tired, broke from textbooks, and one coffee away from a full-on breakdown during exams week. Fancy title for something that's made me allergic to small talk and very aware of bullshit. So, summer back home was supposed to be a break. A quiet reset.First step? Food. I h

DamianMornings were all the same for me. Get up. Hit the gym. Shower. Head to the office.It was the routine that kept everything in check. Work, meetings, building empires—it was what I was good at. What I knew.At thirty-eight, I had achieved a lot for most of my life, things had been pretty straightforward. I built my own tech company, Wolfe Techlinks from the ground up. Worked harder than most people I knew. I didn't come from money. I didn't have the luxury of failing and starting over. Failure wasn't an option when you had no safety net waiting to catch you.Growing up, I learned early that the world didn't hand you anything. You had to fight for every damn thing you wanted. So I fought. I bled. I made a name for myself. And somewhere along the way, I built a life people envied — the houses, the cars, the respect.But none of it ever felt like enough.Maybe that's why I never bothered settling down.Relationships, marriage, all that—none of it fit the life I built. I liked cont

SophiaIt has been two days. Two full days since my steamy encounter with Damian. I hadn't heard from him since then, apart from the single text he sent reminding me to lock the doors and windows. After that, it was silent. And truth be told, I don't know whether what I was feeling was guilt or disappointment for not hearing from him.All my brain could process within those two days was how his touch ignited something sensational in my body. How his tongue did that crazy pleasure thing on my throbbing core. I know it's crazy to have those dirty thoughts about someone I wasn't supposed to. Someone I should see as a father figure. Just like my own father. But why was it so hard to control those thoughts?Why do I crave to have his mouth on my lips and on other sensitive parts of my body? My chest heaved as I felt the moisture building up between my legs. It had been like that for the past two days. I didn't even have to touch myself to get an orgasm. The thought and image of him were en

SophiaMy fingers trembled slightly as I slowly moved them around his naked chest, my chest heaving. Every voice in my head screamed for me to pull away, but my heart and body betrayed me. The heat between my legs grew more with each passing second, and the rain thundering outside faded into the background. All I could hear was the sound of my heart pounding.I knew I wouldn't be able to hold myself back when he held my wrist. Hell, since the moment he walked through that door, I knew I was doomed. Because one, seeing him had brought those memories back. Two, the way he kept looking at me with those dangerous eyes was alarming.A moan escaped his lips when my fingers grazed a sensitive spot—his nipples. "Fuck!" he grunted.Then his hand wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer as he whispered, "If you resort to this, Sophia, I may not be able to leave this house."My eyes met his gaze. Nothing ran in his eyes but pure desire. "What if I want you to stay the night?" I asked, and some

DamianI jerked my head back on the chair as my hand subtly massaged my cock. I was supposed to be out for a meeting—to discuss business with Charles' client. But here I was, having video sex with his daughter.I'd never meant to call her. I told myself it was just a text. Just a tease. But then she answered. That damn video call. And suddenly, I was watching her part her legs on my screen, watching her touch herself just like I told her to—just like I needed her to.I knew it was wrong. The bell kept ringing in my head, but whenever I set my eyes on her, everything faded from my brain.Why do I crave her like this? Yes, I can have sex with any woman I want. Anytime. Any day. But something about Sophia is different. Something about the way she makes me feel whenever we have eye contact.I don't know whether I was just sexually attracted to her or something else. But when I fucked her last night in that guest room—the way she moaned my name, the way her eyes were drawn to me, and the w