All Chapters of DADDY'S LITTLE PLAYTHING : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Sage PovLoud music blared from the speakers as I watched people dance to the soft metal beat. I sighed and swirled the drink in my mouth. What was the point of sulking here? I was leaving for Portugal tomorrow, and I needed to make the most of my night. Mark was probably off smoking somewhere, and here I was, acting like we had been married and divorced. Get your shit together, Sage. I smiled as a bartender approached, offering a tray full of cocktails. I took one and winked at him. “Thank you,” I said. He nodded in response. It didn’t hurt to flirt a little. At least, that’s what I told myself. But no matter how many men I looked at, they all seemed to morph into Mark in my vision. “Fuck,” I cursed, swaying slightly. I needed another drink. I made my way toward the bar when I stumbled into someone. He had blond hair and a cocky grin. “Hello, beautiful. Heading somewhere?” he asked. I glared at him. I didn’t like the way he was looking at me—like I was a piece of me

Well I didn’t travel to Portugal anymore after that. I didn’t go back to work either and I just didn’t keep why. Beth kept nagging at me to open up but I possibly couldn’t just tell her that me and mark had fucked.For all my boldness I felt shy now when I think of it. Mark and I hadn’t seen each other since then, though he still called to check on me. I had the feeling that he was avoiding me, but I didn’t want to just judge yet.Now that I had known what it meant to have him inside me I didn’t just want to stop at that one night, I wanted him, wanted to feel his cock inside me again. When Mark had asked if I was on the pill after we went for another round I had lied to him and told him yes. I didn’t want him cumming outside or on me, or in a condom.I wanted to feel him throbbing inside me, raw. I liked how it felt to have him shot his cum inside my womb last time and I wanted him to do it again. And I was going to make him do it again.I sighed as I dropped in front of Beth’s house

I still felt the weight of Mark’s words pressing down on my chest, my father’s murder burning in my mind. Cholo VacinniThe name repeated in my head like a cursed melody, like a mantra, a name I had never heard before yet one that now controlled my entire past. My hands clenched into fists. My father had been murdered, and Mark had known all this time. I should’ve been mad at him. Maybe I was, but something about the way he held me, the way his hand stroked my hair in an attempt to calm me, kept me from breaking away. At least he wanted revenge for me, he wanted to defend that Wesley family name honor, if that wasn’t enough then I don’t know what isAnd there were my needs, I wanted more. More of his comfort. More of his warmth. More of him. Inside meI shifted in his arms, looking up at his face. His sharp jaw, the tension in his features, the controlled fire in his green eyes—it was all so unfair. How could someone so ruthless, so dangerous, also make me feel so safe? My ha

I parted my lips for him, and he deepened the kiss, taking the invitation without hesitation. His tongue wrapped around mine, stealing my breath. I moaned as his hands roamed my body, squeezing my breasts, cupping my ass, gripping me like he never wanted to let go.Everything else faded—the wail of sirens in the distance, the lingering scent of gunpowder in the air, the weight of what had just happened. All that mattered was him.Then he pulled away, his forehead resting against mine, his breaths uneven. His green eyes bore into me, dark and unreadable. No—was that gold flickering in them?"Don't ever try something like that again," he warned, his voice low and strained.I only stared, captivated. He shifted uncomfortably, his body tense, like he was trying to hold something back.“Don’t look at me like that,” he muttered.“Why?” I asked softly.His grip on my arm tightened as he abruptly shoved me into the passenger seat. Before I could react, he was already in the driver’s seat, sla

I woke up to the weight of Mark’s arm draped across my waist, his body warm and solid behind me. The room was still dim, the sky outside a deep shade of blue, just before dawn. The storm had passed, leaving the air thick and humid.For a moment, I just lay there, my body sore in the best way possible. The events of the night replayed in my mind—his touch, the way he had moved against me, the way he had made me feel. My lips tingle at the memory of his kisses. I stared at the way his dark hair touched his temples. Not even a hint of white on those dark hair of his, his genes must be strong.I turned slightly, shifting under his arm. He grumbled something incoherent and tightened his grip, pulling me back against his chest.Wow. That’s new. Am I dreaming?I smiled. “Are you awake?”Silence. Then, a deep sigh against my neck. “I am now.”His voice was rough, heavy with sleep. His hand splayed over my stomach, fingers tracing lazy circles on my skin.I bit my lip as warmth spread through