All Chapters of MY Ex's Father, My Obsession : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Caitlyn’s POV “I… I…” I am about to reply to Serg, but my phone interrupts me, the sharp ring shattering the thick silence between us. I flinch, the sound far too loud for my liking. For a moment, I consider ignoring it—letting it ring out while I demand answers, scream, cry, something—but my hand moves on instinct, swiping it and pressing it to my ear. My boss’ voice come bubbles through the phone-steady and firm, “Sorry to bother you, but I’m calling to remind you about your new appointment at the prison.” The prison. I blink, my mind struggling to catch up. Right. The assessment. My new patient. His scheduled release is next month. The files the secretary left on my desk this afternoon. Oh no! I inhale sharply. “I’ve got it covered. I’m on my way.” Sergey watches me as I start the engine. “Cait, are you really just going to leave?” I glance at him, something cold settling in my chest. “Yeah. No time to mope around. Some of us don’t have Daddy’s money to throw ar

Caitlyn’s POV “Ease up for me slut, your mouth is fucking small for my dick,” and with those words I submit opening my mouth wide that my jaws fucking hurt, my panties grow warm with my juices that drip more with those dirty words, which I surprisingly like and enjoy more by being treated like a dirty whore. “I'm gonna cum down this goddamn throat. I want to stuff your throat with my cum,” He jerks a few powerful strokes and I feel his cock swell inside my mouth, and a salty taste explodes in my mouth, and I gulp it down my throat. Once he is done emptying himself into me, he releases my hair and gathers the mixture of his cum and my saliva that was dripping from the side of my lips using his middle and ring finger before jamming it back into my mouth. His fingers choke me, forcing me to swallow the very last drop of his cum, “I want you to swallow every drop of my cum.” He pulls his fingers from my mouth and then uses them to tuck my hair behind my ear while his free hand

Caitlyn’s pov The ringing of my phone slices through the silence of my apartment. My gaze flickers to the screen. My step dad's name glows against the dark background. “Hey, Dad.” “Caitlyn,” his voice is warm, grounding me in the middle of the chaos swirling in my head. “How’s my favorite munchkin doing?” “I’m good,” I lie, my eyes locked on the untouched dinner in front of me. He exhales heavily, the doubt in his voice unmistakable. “You sure? You sound off.” I almost laugh at the absurdity of the question. Am I okay? No. I haven’t been okay for a while. Not since that night. Not since him. A part of me wants to tell him. Wants to unload everything onto the one person who has never turned his back on me. But the words lodge in my throat, suffocating me. “I’m fine, Dad. Just the usual work, life.” The words feel like an empty reassurance meant more for myself than for him. “I—” I swallow hard, glancing at the TV where a random Korean drama flickers across the screen. The voic

Vladislav Mikhailov’s Pov Her heavy breathing becomes loud in the silence of my private VIP room. She moves to sweep her eyes through it, trying to take in its interior, but I barely let her focus on the details as I slam her against the wall, so aggressively that I almost crush her. My hands slide to where her dress stops just below her thigh and I bite my tongue from banishing her for wearing a fuck me dress to a club. She should cover herself up. I bunch the flimsy material of her dress, and yank it up to her waist in one huge go. Immediately, an incoherent shrill escapes her mouth before she moves to let out a noise of protest. “Let me,” I hold her gaze in a silent plea, ignoring altering any more words lest I burst the delicate bubble of a fairy tale we are in. I let my left hand trail to her inner thigh, mapping it upwards intill I reach her most intimate part and sweep my thumb over her heat. Immediately she arches her back as a moan tears away from her mo

Vladislav Mikhailov povI had endured torture before.Gunshots, drowning in a tank headfirst, knives… name it all. Yet I had emerged a survivor.But this? This was actual fucking torture, and I had only myself and that fucking prison cell to blame.But don’t get me wrong.I’m a man of reason, strategy, and—most importantly—control.Though the latter is often accompanied by the seductive taste of manic fixation.Some might say I’m just… sociopathic. A perfect representation of plot holes and uncertain outcomes.A bit too black to be gray. Too gray to be black.I’m nothing short of a conundrum for most people, which is exactly how I prefer it.Dad taught me that people fear what they can’t figure out.They respect you, fawn over the merest hint of your attention, grovel beneath the weight of your authority.Which is why I’ve made it my mission to remain clear of the public eye.The eldest heir to two of the world’s largest empires is a mystery by all important accounts.A handsome myste