Lahat ng Kabanata ng FOR DADDY’S EYES ONLY!: Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

The first rays of morning light filtered through the curtains, casting over the rumpled sheets. Chloe lay nestled against Gordon's chest, her body still humming from the night's endless fucking session after after session, They had gone several rounds and she loved every bit of it. His arm draped possessively around her waist, holding her close as if afraid she might slip away. She traced lazy patterns on his skin, savoring the warmth and the steady rhythm of his breathing, but a shadow of unease lingered in her mind. The secrets she'd buried deep were rising now, demanding to be faced.Gordon stirred, his eyes opening to meet hers. There was a tenderness in his gaze that made her heart ache, but it was edged with something deeper, like a quest for answers. He pulled her closer, his hand sliding up to cup her face, thumb brushing her cheek. 'Chloe,' he said, his voice low and gravelly from sleep and satisfaction. 'We need to talk. I know you have said repeatedly that your involvement

The summons came less than twenty-four hours later. A black town car was sent to Kiara’s cramped apartment, idling outside.When she stepped back into Ms. Sterling’s office, the atmosphere had shifted. It was no longer an interview; it was a briefing. On the desk sat a document."Sign this," Sterling said, sliding a pen toward her."What is it?" Kiara asked, not touching the pen."A Non-Disclosure Agreement.. You must not breathe a word of what happens in this room, or the nature of your potential employment. You sign it, or you leave now and forget this building exists."Kiara looked at the pen, then at the door. Eleven dollars and forty-two cents. She picked up the pen and scrawled her name. "Done. so whats the job?”“Surrogacy..”“ Now, who am I working for?"The side door opened.Kiara’s heart did a slow, painful somersault. Walking in was the man from the hallway."You've got to be kidding me," Kiara whispered.Vince Cooper stopped dead, his eyes narrowing until they were slivers

The ride back to the mansion was dredged up in a kind of suffocating silence that had Kiara sticking her hair out of the window for air.The only sound was the hum of the tires against the asphalt and the jagged rhythm of Kiara’s breathing. Vince stared straight ahead, his profile looking like it had been struck from cold flint.The second the car hissed to a stop in the circular driveway, Vince didn't wait for the driver. He threw the door open and marched toward the house. Kiara scrambled out after him, her heart thumping against her ribs."Vince! Slow down! We aren't finished talking about this!"He didn't stop. He burst through the front doors where Mrs. Higgins was already waiting, sensing the impending storm."Mrs. Higgins," Vince barked, not looking at her. "Move Ms. Lovedale’s things. Everything. Every scrap of clothing, every damn thing. Move it to the master suite immediately."Mrs. Higgins blinked, her composure wavering for a microsecond. "The master suite, sir? Yours?"

Kiara cried out, her body arching, but she didn't pull away. Instead, her fingers dug into his shoulders, nails scraping as she melted under the assault. 'Feel that? Your pussy's dripping for my cock.' 'Fuck you... ah!' Kiara moaned, her resistance crumbling as his fingers plunged into her tight heat, stretching her virgin walls. She was so fucking tight, clenching around him, her pregnant body trembling. Vince growled, pumping his fingers deeper, thumb circling her swollen clit until she was writhing with her long hair scattered across the bed, her moans filling the room. 'That's it, moan for me, surrogate slut,' he commanded, his cock straining against his boxers as he watched her face contort in pleasure-pain. He ripped off his own clothes, freeing his thick, throbbing dick, the head already leaking pre-cum. Kiara's eyes widened at the sight, her breath hitching. 'You want this, don't you? Say it.'He was so fucking big. His Dick was girthy and ready to plough the depths o

The sunlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows was the first thing Kiara felt when she woke up.The second was the mild sensation of the silk sheets, and the third was a dull, persistent ache in her pussy that reminded her exactly how her world had shifted eight hours ago.She groaned, burying her face in a pillow that still smelled like sandalwood and Vince’s beard oil."Morning, Sleeping Beauty."Kiara bolted upright, clutching the duvet to her chest. Vince was standing at the foot of the bed. He wasn't in one of his three-piece suits. He was wearing a white ribbed singlet that clung to his chest and a pair of dark boxer briefs. His hair was messy, falling over his forehead, and he was holding a silver tray.Kiara blinked, her voice raspy. "Are those... eggs?""Omelet, avocado toast, fresh-pressed orange juice, and black coffee," Vince said, walking around the bed. He set the tray down on her lap with a gentleness she still wasn't used to. "I figured you’d be hungry.