All Chapters of Take Me, Daddy: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

CHAPTER 31: Relationships and ScandalANNABELHe looked shocked to the marrow, but then his eyes turned into something else—something I had never seen in Michael ever since I had known him. His eyes looked devious, sinister, and malicious. And just like that, he started ramming his cock inside Janet, his hands holding firmly onto her waist as he rammed his cock this time with so much force into her, as if my presence fueled his twisted desires.Janet was now screaming with so much ecstasy, so much adrenaline, her voice piercing through the air like a knife. And Michael—Michael was giving me this look, this look of pure satisfaction as he fucked Janet harder, his eyes never leaving mine. It was as if he wanted to burn this image into my soul, wanted me to carry this moment forever. I didn't want to cry—fuck, he didn't deserve to watch me cry—and I didn't know if I would ever forget this scene, this horrific scene seared into my head."Why..."I whispered, my voice shaken, my hands tr

Chapter 33: The Pain. The Torment. The Torture ANNABEL"Fuck."I whispered, my head was tearing apart. It felt so heavy, like someone had wrapped a tight bandage around my skull and was slowly squeezing the life out of me.I squinted my eyes open. First thing I noticed was the decorative ceiling that caught my attention, then those familiar flowery designs I'd stared at a thousand times before.I was in my room. Slowly, I sat up against my headrest, my body feeling light, tired, completely exhausted. I didn't know how long I'd been sleeping, but my brain felt fuzzy and distant. Like I was trying to remember what had happened in the last couple of hours, but the memories kept slipping away like water through my fingers."You are finally awake."A husky voice said, interrupting my scattered thoughts. Damon was sitting on the cushion right beside my bed. He wore simple jeans and a three-button shirt. His face looked stern, but his eyes had this look – this soft look he'd always given me

Chapter 35: You are Mine, Exclusively Mine DAMONI gripped onto the gun, slowly pulling back the trigger, but her image flashed through my head. Her voice echoed through my mind like a haunting melody."Baby."She had whispered earlier, so soft and vulnerable, and I pulled the trigger... away from his head as the bullet struck the concrete wall with a loud crack.I watched Michael's eyes – they were squeezed shut, expecting his brain to be shattered across the walls and his body to collapse lifeless on the chair. It took him a long second before he could open his eyes, his gaze meeting mine. They looked glassy, filled with tears and unbearable pain."You don't deserve death. You don't deserve a quick death. Annabel deserves to receive an apology from you directly..."I said, standing on my feet and walking towards a smiling Carlo. I knew he'd want to hug me or some shit like that, but fuck, he shouldn't try it because his brains would be the next painting on these walls."Take him to

Chapter 37: Into the Lion's DenDAMONThe club was smoking hot, filled with lots of people and all I wanted to do was just do my thing and leave. The bass was pounding so hard I could feel it in my chest, vibrating through my bones, and the air was thick with sweat, smoke, and that cheap perfume that made my head spin.I do own most of the clubs in L.A but I didn't own this one, this one was owned by one of Ronald's men. The music was so loud people had to scream just to talk to each other, bodies grinding against each other on the dance floor like they were trying to forget their problems.The whole plan was simple, go to the VIP section, have a conversation with Ronald and challenge him to meet me outside because Ronald is a man filled with pride and men filled with pride hate being challenged. Their egos can't handle it, especially not in front of their men.As the uproar and sound of music filled the air, people dancing, screaming and getting drunk, I could smell the alcohol mixed

Chapter 39: Dancing with DangerANNABELThe club was fucking beautiful. As I looked around, the chandeliers hung in the air like they were floating on magic, bright colored lights that made my eyes dance with wonder. The air was thick with the smell of expensive wine, alcohol and drugs, mixed with sweat and that electric energy that made my skin tingle. The screams were intense, people grinding against each other like they were trying to disappear into each other's bodies.There were fucking bars everywhere around the club, not one, not two, a lot of them scattered like jewels. Each one had different colored lights - neon blue, hot pink, electric green - making the whole place look like a rainbow had exploded. And when I looked upstairs, it was a little blurry, like fog covered it, giving this aura that it was VIP and that was where we were headed. My heart was beating fast with excitement, the bass from the music vibrating through the floor and up into my chest."I told you thi