Lahat ng Kabanata ng Sugar Daddy Vampire: Kabanata 201 - Kabanata 210

The grand chamber in Valerius’s mansion was all shadows and firelight, the tall iron candelabras casting jagged shapes across the black stone walls. The air smelled faintly of smoke, aged wine, and old secrets. At the head of the table stood Valerius, his posture severe, one hand resting on the carved wood as though anchoring himself. Opposite him, Lucius sprawled in his chair with practiced laziness, though his amber eyes tracked every move in the room. Melara sat straight-backed, draped in crimson silk, her expression cool and precise. And beside her lounged Sylas, dangerous as a drawn sword, his dark hair brushing his shoulders, a faint smile on his lips that never reached his cold, pale eyes. Valerius broke the silence first. His voice was deep, weighted like stone grinding on stone. “The Dominion will not stop. Not after Lucius. Not after Chloe. Not after me.” His jaw tightened. “Every envoy they send is only a prelude to war. To stop this, we must invoke the Grand Tribunal.”

Valerius caressed the globes of Chloe's perfect buttocks, kneading them roughly before bringing his hand down with a sharp smack. Chloe yelped and wiggled her hips, craving more. "Mmm, you like that, don't you, Sugar?" Valerius growled, giving her another stinging slap. He rubbed the reddened skin soothingly before gripping her hips and pulling her back onto his waiting manhood. Chloe gasped as his manhood thick and hard, thrust into her from behind, filling her completely. "Oh God yes," she moaned, pushing back against him. "More, I need more." He moved slowly at first, his hands squeezing her breasts, his lips brushing her ear as he whispered filthy promises of what he’d do when he returned. Then he sped up, his thrusts deep and relentless, slamming into her harder and faster. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the quiet room as he pounded into her. Chloe's moans grew louder and more frequent, her pleasure building with each powerful thrust. She reached down

The party carried on, laughter and music swirling around the room, but Chloe couldn’t focus. Her eyes tracked Alexa like a hawk, every step she took feeling like an intrusion on sacred ground. She half-expected Zoe to notice and ask questions, but Zoe was still wrapped up in hugs and chatter, her joy bubbling too brightly to be dimmed. Chloe forced herself to swallow her anger. Tonight was Zoe’s night, not a battlefield. Then Alexa’s gaze found her. Smooth, calculated. She walked over, the room parting unconsciously as though even joy itself wanted to step aside. “Chloe,” Alexa said softly, almost too soft, as if she knew exactly how to disarm her. “I’m not here to cause trouble. I just… I need to talk to you.” Chloe’s jaw tightened. Her instinct was to snap, to demand what the hell Alexa was doing there. But with Zoe watching from across the room, glowing and happy, she bit it back. “Fine,” Chloe said through gritted teeth, forcing a thin smile. “Let’s go.” She set her drink do

Angela nudged Chloe’s door open with her elbow, a small lunchbox balanced carefully in her hands. “Here,” she said softly, setting it down on the dressing table. “I packed you breakfast so you can eat something at work. I know you said there’s a problem there today… so at least don’t go on an empty stomach.” Chloe, halfway through buttoning her blouse, glanced at her mother in surprise. Angela straightened the box, fussing with it as if she needed something to do with her hands. “I’ll get out of your way,” she added quickly, already turning for the door. “Mom… wait.” Angela froze, her hand hovering near the knob. She looked back, eyebrows raised. Chloe hesitated, biting her lip. Then she took a deep breath. “I… I need to apologize.” Angela blinked. “Apologize?” “Yes.” Chloe’s voice was unsteady but honest. “For how I’ve been with you lately. For shutting you out. For making you feel like I don’t care about your happiness. I was wrong. I’ve just been… angry, and scared. I didn’t

The air between them thickened with anticipation, charged with the unspoken promise of what was to come. Zoe’s heart quickened as Melinda’s hand slid into hers, pulling her gently toward the bedroom. With each step, their bodies brushed against each other, a thigh here, a hip there, heightening the tension that had been building all evening. The room seemed to shrink around them, the world narrowing to the space between their skin. She closed the door behind them and immediately pulled Zoe into a passionate kiss, their bodies pressing together. Melinda's hands roamed over Zoe's curves, sliding under her top to caress the smooth skin of her back. Zoe moaned softly into the kiss, her own hands tangled in Melinda's dark hair. Breaking away, Melinda quickly divested Zoe of her shirt, revealing the lacy bra underneath. She leaned in to place hot, open-mouthed kisses along Zoe's neck and collarbone as nimble fingers worked the clasp of her bra. It fell away and Melinda cupped Zoe's full