Lahat ng Kabanata ng FOR DADDY’S EYES ONLY!: Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

Warning: This story contains graphic depictions of violence, abuse, non consent and sensitive themes including suicide attempts. Reader discretion is advised.***Madison's hands trembled as she clutched Joshua's phone, the screen glowing with messages that twisted her gut. "Who's Sarah?" she whispered, scrolling through the explicit texts. Photos of him and her colleague from the bar, naked, tangled in sheets. Her heart hammered. Joshua burst through the apartment door, eyes narrowing."What the fuck are you doing with my phone?" he snarled, snatching it from her grip. Madison backed up, tears stinging her eyes."You're cheating on me? With Sarah? After everything?"Joshua's face twisted into rage. "You little bitch, going through my shit?" He lunged, grabbing her wrist hard enough to bruise. She yelped, trying to pull away."Joshua, stop! Let go!"He didn't. He shoved her against the wall, the impact jarring her shoulder. "You think you can spy on me?" His fist connected with her ch

The air inside the 4th Precinct smelled of floor wax, burnt coffee, and desperation. It was a stark, ugly contrast to the lavender-scented silk and marble of Bentley’s penthouse. Madison felt exposed, her bruises standing out like ink on parchment under the harsh fluorescent lights.Bentley moved through the precinct like he owned the foundation it was built on. He didn't stand in line. He walked straight to the sergeant’s desk, his presence drawing every eye in the room."Bentley Hilton," he said, his voice cutting through the chatter of radios and ringing phones. "I’m here to facilitate the release of Joshua Miller."The sergeant, a tired-looking man with a graying mustache, blinked. "Mr. Hilton. We weren't expecting you personally. The bail was set at five thousand dollars, but given the assault charges—""I’m aware of the charges," Bentley interrupted, sliding a black titanium card across the desk. "Processed as a cash bond. I’ve already had my legal counsel contact the District A

The marble was cold against Madison’s back, a sharp, grounding contrast to the inferno Bentley was stoking between her thighs. The penthouse foyer was bathed in the amber glow of recessed lighting, casting long, dramatic shadows that danced across Bentley’s sharp features. He didn't rush. Bentley Hilton did nothing without intent, and right now, his intent was to dismantle every defense Madison had left."You’re shaking," he murmured against the sensitive skin of her neck. His breath was a warm caress that sent shivers racing down her spine."I’m not... I’m not scared," she managed to gasp, her fingers tightening on the lapels of his blazer."I know you aren't," he said, pulling back just enough to look her in the eye. His blue gaze was predatory yet strangely protective. "Fear is a frantic emotion. This is anticipation. Your body knows what’s coming, even if your mind is trying to play catch-up."He reached down, his large hand cupping the back of her thigh and lifting it to hook aro

Madison was barely looking at the food. She watched the condensation drip down her water glass, her mind spinning with the speed of the last twenty-four hours. Across from her, Bentley looked entirely too comfortable, as if rewriting the hierarchy of his empire was as simple as breathing."Bentley, we need to talk. Seriously," Madison said, her voice dropping to a cautious whisper.He didn't look up from his espresso. "I’m always serious, Madison. It’s one of my less charming traits.""I mean it. People are talking. Not just the lifeguards—the guests, the managers, the investors I saw lingering by the lobby. They’re making assumptions. They see a girl like me suddenly sitting at the bosss's table, as much as this has elevated me in a way" She leaned in, her eyes wide with genuine concern. "I don’t want a man of your caliber to get entangled in some sordid drama because of a lowly girl like me. Your reputation is worth more than a fling with a staff."Bentley set his cup down with a s

Madison's body was alive with sensation as Bentley's tongue continued its relentless exploration, leaving no inch of her pussy untouched. His mouth worked magic, and she felt every lick, every suck, every swirl of his tongue with an intensity that left her breathless."Oh, God, Bentley!" Madison moaned, her eyes closing as she surrendered to the pleasure. "You're driving me crazy. I can't take it anymore. Please, just fuck me. I need you inside me."But Bentley, with a mischievous glint in his eye, ignored her pleas. He continued his oral assault, his tongue dancing over her clit, then dipping lower, tracing the delicate folds of her pussy. His breath, warm and heavy, caressed her skin, sending shivers down her spine."Please, daddy," she begged, her voice hoarse with desire. "I need your cock. I want to feel you deep inside me. Please, fuck me now."Bentley's fingers, which had been teasing her entrance, now pushed gently, stretching her, preparing her for what was to come. He looked