Lahat ng Kabanata ng FOR DADDY’S EYES ONLY!: Kabanata 231 - Kabanata 240

The probe's fury crested and broke, leaving Washington adrift in uneasy calm. Vardo's empire, battered but unbowed, salvaged its pussy deals through shadowy payoffs and forged alibis. Congressional hounds backed off, sniffing bigger prey elsewhere, while leaks dried up under Vardo's ruthless hacks. Vince's reelection campaign limped forward, polls dipping like a fever chart, his image scarred by whispers of favoritism. Speeches rang hollow now, promises undercut by the affair's ghost. Nia, the linchpin, had testified as scripted—denials crisp, eyes averted from the truth. Perjury's shadow lingered, but no charges stuck. She emerged scarred, her loyalty fractured between brothers.In the Oval Office's hidden alcove—a paneled nook behind the president's desk, shielded by bookshelves and a false wall—Nia paced, heart hammering. The confrontation brewed for days: texts from Vince pleading reunion, Vardo's calls demanding allegiance. Resolutions loomed; Vince's team pushed for her return,

Sleep didn't come easy that night. In her tiny apartment, posters of old Vegas icons peeling from the walls, Lexi tossed on her lumpy mattress. Dreams twisted through her mind: her mother's laughter echoing in a grand theater, then screams from a high balcony. And Carlos—faceless but commanding, his hands on her, forcing her down, his cock hard against her thigh. She woke with a gasp, sheets tangled around her legs, her hand instinctively slipping between them. Fingers circled her clit, slick with arousal, as she chased the passion of her dreams. She pinched her nipple, imagining rougher touch, a stranger's grip. Her hips bucked, pussy clenching around nothing until orgasm ripped through her, leaving her panting and ashamed. What was she doing? Agreeing to meet a man her she had been warned about, letting fantasies of force invade her thoughts. Morning brought clarity, or at least resolve. Lexi showered, scrubbing away the night's residue, then rifled through her closet for

He led her through a side door, down a carpeted hall lined with abstract art that screamed money, he bathed in money. The other dancers watched, whispers exploding in their wake. Sofia shot her a concerned glance, but Lexi waved it off, even as dread coiled in her gut. The office door clicked shut behind them, sealing them out from the lot. Floor-to-ceiling windows framed the Strip's chaos, but the room felt intimate, charged. A massive desk dominated the space, leather chairs flanking it, a bar cart gleaming in the corner. Carlos released her wrist only to place his hands on her waist, thumbs brushing the bare skin where her leotard dipped low. They lingered there, too long, too possessive, sending sparks up her spine. 'You moved like her today,' he murmured, eyes devouring her. 'But with your own fire. I want you starring in the revue. Center stage, Lexi. The crowds will eat you up.' She stepped back, but the desk halted her retreat. His offer hung in the air—and for a few minut

Teeth grazed the areola, tugging, as his free hand gripped her hip, pulling her against his hardening cock.Fire exploded in Lexi's veins. She reared back, palm cracking across his face in a slap that rang like a gunshot. His head snapped to the side, a red welt blooming on his jaw. He released her tit with a wet pop, eyes flashing—not anger, but that same dark hunger from day one.'You bastard!' she snarled, yanking the leotard back into place, though it hung askew, her breast still tingling from his mouth. 'Tradition? That's your excuse for assault? Get out!'He straightened, rubbing his jaw, a slow smile curling his lips. 'Feisty. But you liked it—your nipple's still hard, pussy probably soaked.' He stepped back, adjusting his slacks where his erection strained.'Think about it, Lexi. Resistance only makes the surrender sweeter.' The door clicked open, and he was gone, leaving her shaking, nipples aching, core slick with unwelcome arousal.She slumped against the mirror, breath ra

He added a third finger, stretching her, pumping fast as his tongue flicked. Pressure built, coiling tight. 'Cum for me, Lexi—drench my mouth like Elena did.' The words spurred her over, orgasm crashing in waves. She screamed, thighs clamping his head, pussy clenching around his digits as she squirted, soaking the sheets. Panting, she shoved him back, eyes wild. 'Your turn.' She unzipped his slacks, freeing his thick cock—veined, throbbing, pre-cum beading at the tip. It slapped against his stomach, nine inches of rigid heat. Lexi wrapped her hand around the base, stroking firm, thumb smearing the slick head. Carlos groaned, hips jerking. 'Suck it, baby—take me deep.' She obliged, mouth descending, lips stretching around his girth. She bobbed, tongue swirling the underside, hollowing her cheeks for suction. Saliva dripped down his shaft as she took him deeper, gagging slightly when the head hit her throat. 'Fuck, yes—gag on my cock, Lexi. Deeper, swallow it all.' He fisted her hai