All Chapters of Daddy’s Sinful Pleasure: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

ZOE’S POV The next afternoon, I heard Ella’s horn blaring from the driveway. I grabbed my overnight bag and was halfway to the door when I heard Liam’s footsteps pounding behind me. “Zoe,” he called in a breathless tone. I froze, every muscle tightening, as I turned to him. He stared at me for a long second before he stepped closer and caught my hand, bringing it to his lips.“Tomorrow I'll make you my wife” he said as he kissed the back of my palm, his voice low, like this was some kind of romantic declaration. “I can’t wait.” “Enjoy your bachelor’s night.” My words came out cool and detached. I opened the door and stepped out into the afternoon sun, where Ella waited in her little blue BMW. She spotted Liam behind me, leaned over the wheel, and without missing a beat, flipped him off. His face twisted into a frown before he turned and slammed the door. I nearly choked on a laugh as I climbed in. “What?” she said innocently when I shut the door. “He deserved it.” I

ZOE’S POV Today was my wedding day and instead of feeling happy butterflies, I felt panicked flutters.My reflection stared back at me, the woman in the mirror looked flawless, airbrushed, like someone who belonged on a bridal magazine cover. She didn’t look like me. I’m sure most women have at one point dreamt of the day they finally get to marry the love of their lives. I’ve dreamt of this moment since sophomore year, since the day Liam slid a promise ring on my finger and said he couldn’t wait to make me his wife. I used to imagine my face glowing with happiness, my heart swelling with pride. But right now, I felt nothing. No glow. No pride. Just a strange hollowness in my chest and a tightness in my throat that felt like it might choke me. The makeup artist had outdone herself, sweeping gold shimmer across my lids, softening my mouth with a rose-colored gloss, making me look like the kind of woman who belonged at a perfect wedding. The irony almost made me laugh. Ella’

Zoe’s POV Tears continued to roll down my cheeks as I sat curled against the car door, hugging my knees to my chest as the bubbling city sped past in a blur. My hair was a tangled mess, my makeup was ruined due to the non-stop tears, and my lipstick had long since smeared off, but I didn’t care. For the first time all week, I could finally breathe. I wasn’t married to Liam. God, just thinking it sent a shaky laugh tumbling out of me, but it was a hollow, broken sound. The reality of what I’d done was still sinking in —I wasn't sure if I was ready for the scandal, the whispers and headlines that would inevitably follow — but underneath all of that was a fierce, almost wild relief that surged through me. I had walked away. My phone buzzed again for the umpteenth time and I looked down to see Liam’s name flashing across the screen. I immediately cut the call off , as a wave of anger and disgust swept through me. My parents’ names lit up the screen next, followed

Zoe’s POV Julian’s lips found my neck before I had time to think. The first kiss was soft, barely there, like he was asking permission.The second was slower, hotter, the drag of his lips sending shivers straight down my spine. By the third, my breath caught in my throat, because he was kissing me like he owned me — open-mouthed, wet, leaving a trail of heat up the side of my neck. “I love the taste of you.” He whispered against my skin as he continued to nibble on my neck. My fingers dug into his shirt, my legs trembling when he reached that sensitive spot just below my ear. He lingered there, his breath scorching against my skin, then nipped lightly and soothed the sting with his tongue. I swear I felt it all the way between my legs. By the time his lips reached mine, I was a trembling mess. He caught my lower lip between his teeth and sucked, slow and intensely, before covering my mouth fully with his. The kiss stole the air from my lungs. It wasn’t a soft kiss, it was d

JULIAN’S POV “So fucking tight.” The words ripped out of me before I could stop them, a low growl pressed against the edge of my teeth. Christ, her pussy strangled my cock like it had never taken a man before. She clung to me with every inch, every squeeze, like she wanted to brand me just as much as I wanted to ruin her. Her body writhed beneath me, every gasp and whimper feeding the fire roaring in my chest. Fuck, she was beautiful like this with her head tipped back, lips parted and chest heaving as I dragged my cock further into her soaked pussy. I thrust deeper, inch by inch, savoring the way she opened for me. Her nails were clawing at my shoulders and down my back in a manner that I was certain would leave marks tomorrow. The sounds she made, a half-cry, half moan—shot straight through me. I’d told myself I would take it slow but the second I was inside her, all of that thought vanished into thin air. I gritted my teeth, savoring the vice grip of her walls strangling me,