All Chapters of DADDY'S LITTLE PLAYTHING : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

“Sage I—”“I mean it.”I let my own towel drop.His eyes darkened and then his lips crashed onto mine. I kissed him back—hard.Mark made a sound in his throat, something between a groan and a curse, but he didn’t pull away. He kissed me back, his grip on my hips tightening, and for a second, I thought he was going to give in easily.But then he pulled back, just slightly, his breathing uneven. “Sage—”“Don’t be gentle with me,” I cut him off, my fingers digging into his shoulders. “I don’t want soft, I don’t want slow—I just want you.”His jaw tightened, his eyes darkening in a way that sent a shiver down my spine. Darkened that they look pitch black“Use me,” I whispered. “Take me how you want. Don’t hold back.”In an instant, I was flipped onto my back, Mark hovering over me, his body pressing me into the mattress. His eyes burned into mine, as if he was looking for hesitation.And he wasn’t going to get one“Are you sure?” His voice was low, controlled, but there was an edge to it.

The graveyard was silent.Not the peaceful kind of silence—this was the kind that settled uneasily in your chest that felt heavy and wrong. The kind that made every rustling sound like a whisper, that made one’s skin stand on edge. I didn’t like being here.But I had to be.Mark stood beside me, his presence comforting, but I could feel how tense he was. He never liked coming here either.Still, he hadn’t hesitated when I told him I wanted to visit my father’s grave.The headstone was old, weathered by time and rain, but the name was still there.Paul WesleyI swallowed the sib building in my throat and knelt down, brushing dirt from the base of the stone. My fingers trembled slightly, and I hated that.I had cried over this grave too many times but I had promised myself that I wasn’t going to cry today.Mark crouched beside me, as usual he was quiet. I didn’t have to look at him to know what he was thinking.He blamed himself. Which was why sometimes it had to take me to make him hav

I woke up to the smell of coffee and the sound of Mark pacing. My body ached in the best way possible, a reminder of hot sex we had last night, but the second I opened my eyes, reality came rushing back. The tension between us, Cholo, I just didn’t feel so good .I pulled the sheets tighter around me, pretending to be asleep for a few more seconds, just to gather my thoughts. But Mark sighed beside me and I realized he had been watching me.“You’re awake.” His voice was flat and serious. I felt his eyes on me before I even turned my head. Slowly, I sat up, rubbing the sleep from my face. “Barely.” Mark didn’t smile, he didn’t say anything. He just handed me a cup of coffee and sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the floor like he was trying to hold something back. I took a sip, letting the warmth wake me up. “Okay. What’s up? You look like you wanna say something but don’t know how.” His jaw clenched. Then he reached for his phone and tossed it onto the bed next to me. “Re

Mark straddled him pulled his fists back and slammed it into Cholo’s face with a sickening crunch “You think you can touch her?” Mark snarled, slamming another fist into Cholo’s face. “Think you can play your sick little games?”Cholo grunted, blood pouring from his nose, his lip was split wide open. He tried to throw a punch, but Mark caught his wrist, twisting it at an unnatural angle. A sickening pop filled the air, followed by Cholo’s sharp scream.Mark didn’t stop there.He grabbed Cholo by the throat, lifting him slightly off the ground before slamming him back down with force. Cholo choked, his legs kicking, his fingers clawing at Mark’s arms.I had never seen Mark like this. So full of bloodlust and rage, This wasn’t even just a fight, this was revenge.Cholo gasped for air, his body writhing underneath Mark’s unrelenting grip, he was losing and knew it. His free hand shot out, reaching for the knife and I saw it before Mark did.“No!” I screamed.Mark reacted instantly, kick

Mark hadn’t said a word since we entered the lawyer’s office. His whole body was tense, his fists clenched at his sides like he was holding back from punching something—or someone.I stood next to him, watching as the officer led us inside. The room was plain, just a desk, a few chairs, and a single woman standing near the window. She was wearing a black suit, her dark hair pinned back, looking professional and sharp.But when she turned around, I could literally feel the tension, Mark’s whole body locked up. His breathing stopped for a second. His jaw tightened so much I thought he might crack his teeth.Because the woman standing there, the one who was supposed to be his lawyer—Was his wife.The wife he thought was dead. I sucked in a breath. What the hell?Mark’s reaction was instant.He stormed forward, his hands slamming down on the desk as he glared at her like she was the worst kind of betrayal.“Alice?” His voice was low and dangerous. “You’re supposed to be dead.”She didn’t