Todos os capítulos de Take Me, Daddy: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

Chapter 21: Fuck Me Till I BreakANNABELI heard him groan as he exploded right after I came, his growl so fucking animalistic, so damn sexy it burned into my core. I needed that sound again, needed it to fucking haunt me. He kept ramming his fingers into my pussy, and my stomach clenched tight, so fucking tight I was close, so close to cumming again, ready to explode all over his hand. He didn’t give a shit how many times I came hard—tonight, he wanted me to cum every fucking second, and hell, I didn’t think my body could take it. My toes curled, my stomach knotted tighter, my eyes wide as fuck, mouth hanging open as I took his fingers deep, so damn deep. He added another finger—fuck, I didn’t know how many were in me, but I felt so full, so fucking stuffed it was driving me insane.“Ooh my godddd, ooh awwww, yeahh, yeahh, yessssssssssssssss…” I screamed, exploding on his fingers, my juice soaking his hand, dripping down. But he didn’t stop, didn’t even fucking flinch. He sped up, pu

Chapter 23: Tears and RageANNABELMy eyes fluttered slowly, cracking open, first meeting darkness, then the sunlight flooding the room, bright as fuck. My vision cleared, adjusting to the rays, taking in the space around me. Damon wasn’t in bed, the sheets still warm, like he’d slipped out just minutes ago. I smiled, giggling like a damn fool, my body humming with memories of last night. My legs throbbed, my pussy still sore from how he fucked me senseless, my lips swollen from his kisses. I glanced at my tits—marks everywhere, red and raw. When I touched them, they stung, sensitive as hell, and fuck, it felt good, like he’d branded me.We’d gone from the bathroom to the bed, not crashing out till past 2 a.m., a sweaty, moaning mess. The door creaked open, and Damon strolled in, looking like a goddamn king. “Hello, Cupcake,” he said, carrying a tray loaded with all kinds of fancy-ass food.“I guess you’ll be hungry,” he said, setting it on the table, bending down to kiss me, deep but

Chapter 25: Ghost House, Burning BloodDAMONMy head’s spinning with rage, fucking burning, blood pounding like it’s going to rip my veins apart as I storm to the car, hands still red from those dead bastards in the warehouse. Ronald’s going to bleed, him and his Wells fuckers, thinking they can screw me, steal my world. Andro better have every damn piece of info, or I’ll smash his fucking face in. I don’t wanna kill tonight, not after Cupcake’s tears, her soft giggles, her moaning my name, but if Ronald’s men show, I’ll give them a slow, agonizing death, burn their bodies till there’s nothing but ash. Annabel’s face is stuck in my head, fucking me up, making me wanna be better, but fuck, I’m too pissed, too deep in this shit.Carlo’s driving, my right-hand man, quiet, ready to break necks. Andro’s in the back with Alice, third-in-command, tough as hell, eyes sharp, been with me for years. My crew’s solid, but there’s a mole, some fucker spilling my secrets, and it’s tearing me apart.

Chapter 27: His Dungeon, My Fucking HeatANNABELMy heart was slamming in my chest, my head all fucked up, thinking about Daddy, his hands, his damn mouth, as he walked me through the hallway. This hallway was different from the ones I’d been to, darker, hidden, like it was guarding some secret shit. We reached a door, and in one quick move, he pushed it open, locked it behind us, the room pitch-black, and I couldn’t process what the fuck was going on, where the hell we were.Then the lights flicked on, and a gasp tore from my lips when I saw what this room was for. It was decked out in blue and white, my favorite colors—how the fuck did he know?—with red flowery designs curling on the walls, pretty, but that wasn’t what grabbed me. There was shit all over: ropes, chains, whips, paddles, cuffs, vibrators, a massive bed with black sheets, hooks on the ceiling, a goddamn BDSM dungeon. My pussy got wetter, my breathing turning shaky, fuck, I was so turned on.He dropped me on the ground,

Chapter 29: Warm. Gentle. UnforgivingANNABELThe sun hit my face even before I opened my eyes.Warm. Gentle. Unforgiving.I groaned and turned my head away from the light, but it followed me—radiating through the curtains like it owned the room. My body ached in all the right places, sore and heavy, like it remembered everything before my mind caught up.Last night.My lips curled without permission.God. My face lit up as hot blush grazed my face. Images flashed through me—his hands everywhere, his mouth claiming me, the way he'd whispered dirty things that made me lose my fucking mind.I stretched, slow and careful, like moving too fast might shatter the moment. The sheets were tangled around my legs, sticking to my skin. The space beside me was warm—but empty.He was gone.I blinked up at the ceiling. The scent of him was still here—woodsy, clean, expensive. It clung to the pillows, the sheets, my skin."Uhhhhhh crap."I whispered painfully as I felt a sharp pain in between my th