All Chapters of Lust For Me, Daddy's Good Girl : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Violet I trembled, the fullness overwhelming. Every muscle in me clenched around him as my body tried to adjust, the deep stretch leaving me dizzy and shaking. I could feel him pulsing inside me. Hades held me there, buried deep, his fingers splayed over my waist as if he were claiming every inch of me. His hands flexed, guiding me upward. The withdrawal was slow, and agonizing, every inch of him dragging against my sensitive walls until I was nearly free of him. Then, without warning, he pulled me back down, in one smooth motion that made me cry out. “Ahhh! H-Hades….” I gasped, clutching his shoulders. He caught my chin between his fingers, forcing me to look at him. “Look at me,” he rasped, voice thick with want. “Lift those hips. I want to see you ride me, princess. Show me how badly you want my cock inside your throbbing clit.” “I—” My voice broke. “I can’t—” “Yes, you can,” he growled, his thumb stroking over my thigh. “You’re going to take every inch of me and love every

Hades Do you know how it feels to have what you want right in front of you, and yet you can’t have it? Not because it isn’t yours, but because you’re holding yourself back from ruining it. That was the kind of hell I was in. Violet lay naked in my bed, her warmth wrapped around me, her soft body pressing against mine. My cock was already buried deep inside her, yet I couldn’t move, even with a single thrust. Every muscle in me trembled with restraint. Even after spilling inside her, I wasn’t satisfied. Satisfaction was supposed to follow release, wasn’t it? But release didn’t bring relief. It only sharpened the ache. I wanted to take her again, to lose myself in her until nothing else existed, until my body stopped functioning altogether. But knowing me, even that wouldn’t be enough. Not touching her was impossible, especially now, when I finally had her to myself. Asking me not to move, not to claim her, was like asking a man not to breathe when there was air all around him. I

Violet I looked at Sebastian for a moment, my thoughts slow to catch up with what he’d just said. Then I turned my gaze back to Alec.He stood by the door, his brow raised in surprise. Even he looked taken aback by the name Sebastian had called him.For a second, none of us spoke. I shook my head softly and turned back to Sebastian. “Sebastian, this is Alec. Hades’ secretary.”He blinked, as if snapping out of a daze. His hand went to his temple, rubbing lightly. “Oh…” he murmured, voice low and confused. “I’m sorry. I must be seeing things.”My chest tightened. I hated seeing him like this. Losing our parents had changed him, but losing Skylar had nearly broken him. When he was young, Skylar had always been his hero, his protector, the one person who made him feel safe.And now, sitting here looking lost, Sebastian looked like that little boy again, the one who used to run after our brother, trying to keep up.Before I could say anything, Alec’s phone rang. The sharp sound made all

Violet I honestly didn’t care about Matthew. To my credit, I’d moved past whatever fury I’d once felt. He had his chance to matter and blew it. If people decided to say I’d only attached myself to Hades to make my ex jealous, I wouldn’t waste the breath to argue. There are some things you don’t bother explaining, and this was one of them.I’d never planned how I’d act if I saw him again. Should I pretend nothing happened? Ignore him like he didn’t exist? Or let some of that old frustration loose so he’d understand the amount of pain he kept me through in the past? Part of me felt empty toward him, like a book I’d finished and shelved. Part of me still had scars from what he put me through when his first love came back. Right now, I didn’t know which version of myself would show up.He stood there with his hands in his pockets, his blue suit hanging on him like he’d stepped straight out of a magazine. His gaze flicked to me, then to Sebastian, who looked like he’d launch himself out

Violet I was genuinely scared Matthew would do something. I’d never seen him that angry, and there was no way I was going to be stupid enough to admit I’d slept with his father, or that I was going to marry him. If I said it, he’d snap. He could hit me, strangle me; I wasn’t about to hand Sebastian a world without a big sister. And I’d watched enough true-crime to know how it ends, a body, a headline, and a funeral. I wouldn’t make my brother an orphan. If worst came to worst I’d kick him where it hurts and run. That was the plan. It felt childish, but it was the best solution. That was before Roman stepped in. He stepped in front of us, hands in his pockets, and the room shifted. He was tall, so tall he completely blocked my view of Matthew, but I didn’t need to see Matthew to know his color had drained away. Matthew was scared. I was confused, Roman wasn’t a terrifying man. He was stern, cold sometimes, but not savage like his older brother. Still, looking at Roman now, some in