บททั้งหมดของ FOR DADDY’S EYES ONLY!: บทที่ 261 - บทที่ 270

The morning did not bring the usual silence of the estate. Instead, there was a frantic energy in the way the smart-home systems hummed. Tessa found Roy in the study, surrounded by a dozen floating holographic screens. His face was a mask of cold professionalism, but the way his fingers drummed against the mahogany desk betrayed a glitch in his composure."The silence has broken," Roy said without looking up. "The city is starting to bleed through the perimeter."Tessa walked over, her eyes scanning the headlines on the nearest screen. *Wedding Planner Vanishes: Sterling-Vane Nuptials in Jeopardy.* Below it, a grainy photo of Elena Thorne looking hysterical outside the boutique."She’s spiraling," Tessa noted. "Look at her eyes. That isn't grief for a missing colleague. That’s the look of a woman who just realized her stage is collapsing.""The florists have walked," Roy said, a grim satisfaction coloring his voice. "The caterers are refusing to move without your final sign-off on the

"Don't you dare fucking move."Maurice’s voice boomed through the drywall, a deep, breathless snarl that completely shattered the dead silence of the night.A violent crash immediately followed—the unmistakable sound of glass smashing against the floor in the bedroom next door."Maurice, please..." my mom gasped, her voice breaking into a desperate, breathless plea.My eyes snapped open in the pitch black, my heart hammering wildly against my ribs. What the hell? Was he hurting her?Then came another heavy thud—"Oh God, Maurice, yes! Please! Harder!" Mom cried out.I froze dead in my tracks, the breath violently trapped in my lungs. The terrifying illusion of a struggle evaporated instantly as a new noise echoed through the house: the heavy, wet, relentless slap-slap-slap of flesh repeatedly meeting flesh.They weren't fighting. They were fucking. My blood ran hot as the realization crashed over me."Right there," Maurice growled, his voice jagged and feral. "Cara. Take it just like

We helped Mom settle into the tent; she was shivering. I gently placed my hand on her neck and forehead and noticed she was burning hot."Mom, you look wiped out. Please take this medicine so you can feel better by morning," I said, handing her medicine from the first-aid kit. She swallowed them with a sip of water; her eyes thinned out."Thanks, sweetie. I think I will. You and Maurice handle the rest; I do not want to ruin the fun." She curled up on the only full sleeping bed we had, pulling the cover over her. Snores started almost immediately, soft and steady.I turned to Maurice, who was eyeing the jumble of gear. "There is literally no space left in here. She's got the whole bed."He nodded, unzipping the other bags. "We'll improvise. Let Daddy handle it." His hands moved quickly, stitching the clogs in our bags together with clips and ties from the pack. "There. One big patchwork for both of us.""You're a genius," I replied, watching his shoulders flex under the lantern light.

With a forceful thrust, he entered me; burying himself to the root in one unyielding push that stretched me wide.Fullness overwhelmed; every inch of his thick cock filling me completely, pressing against my walls until my toes curled tight against the sheets.“Oh God! Oh God!!” I tried not to scream.Fuck, he was so big!It was as though he grew larger inside me.The sensation was visceral; veins pulsing inside, the ridge of his head dragging deep, igniting nerves that made my vision blur. Pleasure surged instinctive and wild; my inner muscles clenched around him, pulling him deeper, but I bit my tongue hard to stifle the cry building in my throat.Just then, a rustle from the bed; my mother's voice cut through the haze, half-asleep and groggy. "What's that noise? What's wrong?" Her words with drowsiness, but was enough to freeze us both.Maurice went utterly still; his cock lodged deep inside me, throbbing against my clenching walls.The immobility amplified everything; the sweet p

Days went by. Going about my daily activities felt like a torturous routine because Maurice wouldn't even look my way; my mom clung to Maurice, her arms looping around his waist every chance she got.I watched from the sides, my blood boiling each time she pulled him close for a kiss or whispered something in his ear.We barely met eye to eye. At breakfast, I'd stare at my cereal while he sipped coffee across the table; her hand rested on his thigh under the cloth, oblivious to the storm brewing in me.Frustration etched lines on my face, and I knew he saw it, his gaze flickering to mine for split seconds before darting away. But I guess he couldn't help it, neither could I, or maybe he was just avoiding me. The risk loomed too large now, with her always there, always around him."Ellena, honey, pass the milk," Cara said one morning, her voice syrupy sweet as she leaned into Maurice's side.I slid the honey over without a word, my fingers brushing his accidentally, but I yanked back q