All Chapters of Daddy’s Good Girl : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Zella My arms wrapped around Isaiah's sturdy neck as he lifted me out of the bathroom and stormed towards the bed. “I told you, princess,” he murmured, kissing me deep and hard. His tongue slipped past my lips, thrusting against my tongue while his hand clutched and squeezed at my ass. He pulled away briefly to rasp, “Once I touch you, there’s no going back.”“Mhmm,” I hummed absentmindedly, feeling rather impatient. He dropped me to the bed, and I gave a sigh of relief when his massive body pressed against mine, enveloping me in his arms while he devoured my mouth in another mind mumbling kiss. There was not a stitch of clothing between us, and it wasn't enough. I arched against him, my nipples brushing against his chest eagerly while my fingers wove into his hair. He gave a groan, breaking the kiss to lick his way down to my breasts. He's the enemy, a voice in my head argued. Dad would be so disappointed if he found me the way I was now, whimpering, pushing the enemy's face bet

Zella“I want to see the contract documents between you and Isaiah, Dad,” Dad looked up from the paperwork on his desk and sighed, rubbing his forehead. “And what exactly will that achieve, Zella?” He asked, looking tired. He was working so hard to figure out how to get me out of this sham of a marriage with Isaiah, and I felt awful for constantly bothering him. I shouldn't even be here. I should be back at the office with Isaiah, but I had told him I had to see my father, and he didn't object. It was confusing sometimes when he didn't act like the ruthless jerk everyone knew him to be. “I just wanted to see if there are some things we could use to make sure you wouldn't have to owe him. He cheated you. That has to count, right?” “We’ve been through this already. The contract is airtight. Isaiah made sure of that. There’s no loophole. You’re his wife, legally. Reading it again won’t change a thing.”I swallowed. His wife. The words echoed inside my head. Heat pooled low in my bel

Zella "The red one," Isaiah said behind me. I met his eyes in the mirror, and a light shudder rippled through my body. "It's none of your business," I grumbled, clutching the dresses to my chest. I had been struggling to decide what to wear. We had to make another 'appearance' as a couple at a gala, and I had to look good, or the anti-Zellas on social media would rip me apart before I could blink. I knew Isaiah was some sort of business prodigy, and everyone knew him, I just hadn't expected it would be to this extent. "Your nails are painted pink when you are in a foul mood and purple when you're happy," He said, rising off the bed to close the gap between us. “You bite your lip when you're trying to think and lick them when you stare at me.” I frowned, confused and disoriented because Isaiah King was currently shirtless, and all I could see were those chest muscles flexing with each breath he took. It had been forever since I felt that hard, muscular body against mine. I was cl

ZellaOh sweet Lord in heaven, he was insane- and so was I. I arched against the wall, pushing his face deeper into my tits, breath coming in loud pants as he sucked and teased my breasts. I whimpered when he bit on my plump mound, teasing the light bruise with his tongue. He whipped me around, pushed me against the wall, and pushed my dress up. Cool air whipped against my ass as he exposed them, the tiny thong I had on, did nothing to hide them, and it was drenched. He ripped it off in a snag and gagged me with it. My eyes widened, and I shook my head vigorously, trying to get it out of my mouth. He swiftly yanked it out and pressed his forehead to mine, raining kisses down my face. “Hey, hey, it's okay,”I swallowed, nodding sheepishly. “S-Sorry, I don't know why-”“It was too soon,” He hummed, “I should have been gentle with you, but you've starved me for weeks, babygirl, I wasn't thinking.” His mouth moved over mine, devouring my lips in a hot frantic kiss. I reached up, grabb

Isaiah“Isaiah, please!” Zella.My eyes snapped open to see my wife writhing against the sheets, her small fists clawing at the air like she was fighting something I couldn’t see. Her breath came in ragged gasps, broken sobs tearing out of her throat.“No… please stop!” she choked, twisting against the bed. “Don’t touch me, don't touch me, you bastard!”My stomach dropped. Horror sank deep in my gut as I realized what was happening. I grabbed her wrists, to keep her from hurting herself, and cupped her face with my other hand.“Ella. Ella, wake up,” I murmured, keeping my voice as low and calm as I could despite the fire roaring in my veins. “Princess, open those eyes, baby, look at me. It’s me. You’re safe.”She didn’t hear me. She kept struggling, tears streaking down her cheeks, her lips forming words that shattered me. Oh fuck no. No! “Please don’t, please, I don’t want this,”Someone hurt my princess. Someone touched her against her will. I swallowed a curse and shook her ge