All Chapters of Daddy’s Sinful Pleasure: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

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Bent over like a filthy little slut 🔞

ZOE’S POV It was sinful. God, it was so sinful. Standing there with my hand between my thighs, my fingers slick and trembling, while Julian sat back watching me like he owned me—it was filthy. But it was also the hottest thing I’d ever felt in my life. My chest rose and fell too fast, the heavy drag of air burning my throat. Goosebumps rippled across my skin, my nipples so tight they ached with every brush of steam. I’d touched myself before, of course, but never like this. Never with someone’s gaze locked on me, stripping me bare without lifting a single finger. Never with Liam. Liam never cared. His pleasure always came first—quick, messy, and thoughtless. He never looked at me the way Julian was looking now, like I was something worth savoring. Like my body was his to command. I never once imagined giving myself away like this in front of a man, yet here I was, spread open for him, because some part of me wanted to please him more than I wanted my next breath. Julian was

Crossed an ethical line

ZOE’S POVThe link loaded slower than my nerves could handle. My thumb hovered over the screen ready to back out, to pretend I never saw it. But of course, my curiosity got the better of me and I tapped it.A gossip site exploded onto the screen, all bright banners and tacky fonts. At the top, bold letters screamed at me:‘Runaway Bride! Popular Politician’s Daughter Zoella Ivy Monroe Walks Out of Her Wedding to Businessman and Socialite Liam Forrester.’The thumbnail alone made my stomach drop in a mix of dread and anxiety. There was an image of me caught mid swing, with the bouquet in hand, my eyes blazing and my veil slightly crooked.“Oh, God…” My hand flew to my mouth before I hit play.The video didn’t waste time loading. It jumped straight to the part where Madison was bent over, Liam on top of her, his voice so loud it made my insides curdle: “Come all over Daddy’s dick.”My heart squeezed as I watched, color creeping up my neck. Watching what had happened from a viewer's per

Brave enough to take it

ZOE’S POV “Are you serious?” I blurted, staring at the document I held in my hand.It was a contract but not a legal contract in the heavy, corporate official style.Though, with Julian, I shouldn’t have been surprised. The man was meticulous with everything.Title; Personal Agreement of Sexual Intimacy and Conduct. “You actually drafted a contract?” I looked up at him in disbelief.He didn’t look the least bit fluttered. He leaned against the counter, his hands tucked in his pockets, watching me with that unreadable expression that always made me feel stripped bare. “Yes I did—and I'd love for you to read it,” he said simply.I dragged in a breath and lowered my gaze to the page again. My pulse jumped when I read the first clause aloud.Clause One: All business interactions remain professional.No physical intimacy or discussion of the arrangement will occur in office environments or business-related functions.My eyebrows pulled together. “So you’re… separating business from pleasu

Freshly fucked glow

ZOE’S POV By the time Julian reappeared, I’d pulled myself together enough to busy my hands with my phone. “Are you ready? I’ll drop you wherever you need to go,” he said, his voice flat but softer than usual. “Uhmm,” I mumbled, glancing down at my outfit which consisted of a fresh t-shirt and short from his wardrobe. “Can we maybe stop by a boutique? I need to get something to wear.” I asked. Julian’s intense gaze raked over me from head to toe, a mischievous smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth. It was as though he just took notice of my outfit for the first time. “You look ravishing like this Kitten. But if you insist, sure we can stop by at any boutique of your choice.” “Thank you.” I breathed a sigh of relief. He glanced at the file which was still lying on the counter “Make sure you read through to the last page. Decide what you want,what you can’t stomach and what you secretly crave. I want it all written down before you give it back to

Really on my own

ZOE’S POV By the time the laughter between us faded, Lani was still shaking her head, that teasing grin softening into something warmer. “Zoe,” she said, reaching over to squeeze my hand, “you know I love hearing about your scandalous adventures, but for real — how are you? What’s the next step for you now?” Her tone was softer now, the kind that forced me to stop pretending to be okay. I hesitated, then sighed. “I think I’m done pretending I’m okay with Liam still in the house, I need to kick him out. For good.” Lani’s expression turned serious. She reached over, squeezing my hand. “Then do it. I’ve got your back. Always.” Her certainty steadied me in a way I hadn’t realized I needed. She got to her feet, grabbing her purse. “Come on. Let’s head home. I was only at the shop because one of my clients had a last-minute Sunday emergency and she wanted no one touching her hair but me. Marcus is probably starving by now. I left him with a nanny but he doesn’t eat Sunday me

Focus on your job

Julian’s POV My bedroom shone with golden light, the kind of light that moved across your skin in a soft and seductive manner. I sat back against the headboard, the top buttons of my shirt undone, when the door opened and Zoe walked in. She looked like sin wrapped in lace. The black lace lingerie she wore clung to her curves, the silk straps sliding down her shoulders as she moved closer to me. Her eyes, which were blown wide and hazy with lust—didn’t waver from mine. She didn’t say a word, she didn’t even need to. No words were needed at this point. “Zoe,” I murmured, the sound of her name rough in my throat. She stopped at the edge of the bed. “You’ve been ignoring me, Mr Hart,” she said, her voice low and teasing adding to my already wound-up state. Her hands trailed up my chest, slow and unhurried, her fingers igniting fire wherever they touched. She straddled my lap, her thighs pressing against me. Her scent, jasmine and honey wrapped around me until I cou

The line he drew

ZOE’S POV I woke up on Monday morning feeling a bit gloomy due to the notification I had gotten yesterday about being taken off the family trust. As if that wasn't bad enough, my father had sent a message before I went to bed. I stared at my phone for a long moment, the message still sitting at the top of my notifications — “You’re no longer part of this family, Zoe. Don’t contact me again.” A clean cut. Just like that, like I was never his child to begin with. I swallowed, forcing the lump down my throat. I could’ve spent the day hiding under my sheets, feeling sorry for myself, replaying the moment the ground fell out from beneath my feet. But that wasn’t me. That couldn’t be me. I refuse to be beaten down and trampled upon anymore. If he wanted to erase me from his life, fine. I’d show him that I could exist just fine outside the shadow of his name. So instead of taking my last day off, I said fuck it and got out of bed. I took a long shower, brushed my hair and pinn

Come here to cause trouble

Julian’s POV The moment the door clicked shut behind her I let out a deep exhale. Damn my traitorous body. For a long moment, I just sat there, staring at the space she’d occupied for the last ten minutes. Her scent still lingered in my office wrapping around my brain and refusing to let go. Get it together, Hart. She’s not the first woman who’s ever been in your life. You’ve had models, executives, women who would burn the world to touch you — and none of them ever mattered. So why the hell did she? I looked down at my pants and cursed under my breath. I was hard and aching. Even the memory of that damn dream was enough to undo me. Leaning back, I let out a humorless laugh. “You’re losing it, Hart.” ~•~ Zoe’s POV I told myself not to care too much. That his distance meant nothing. That it was just him sticking to the terms of the contract. Still, the fact that he had barely looked at me, or said more made something in my chest feel ho

File a restraining order

ZOE’S POV “Maybe you shouldn't have come at all.” I bit out as my hand tightened around my bag. I turned away before the familiar ache in my chest could find a foothold. I looked around subtly,to make sure we didn't have an audience but just as I feared, the security and a few of my colleagues were idling around,pretending that they weren't listening. Oh for the love of God. I turned and started walking away trying to look for a more secluded spot. The sound of my heels against the pavement echoed through the quiet street, a rhythm that matched the irritation burning through my veins. “Zoe, wait—please!” Liam’s voice followed me sounding desperate but I ignored it. I didn't have to turn around to know that he had a desperate, pleading, pathetic look on his face. But then I heard his footsteps quicken behind me as he caught up with me and th

Get on your knees for me

ZOE’S POV His voice dropped, smooth and steady. “Drop it. Get on all fours and crawl to me.” For a second, I thought I’d misheard him so I just stood there, staring at him. My heartbeat thudded in my chest, loud and uneven. He’d said it so casually, like telling me to take a seat or hand him a pen. His eyes didn’t waver, he was watching me with fire in his eyes. That steady, quiet authority in his gaze was unnerving. And the worst part was how a single look from him could make my pulse trip over itself. “Julian…” I started, my voice low and unsure, an edge of disbelief scraping against it. “What are you—” He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he reached for something on the desk behind him which had a perfect view of the New York skyline —It was a familiar folder. The contract. Oh, were they two copies? I blinked. “Is that the contract you gave me yesterday?” “This is my copy. I was under the impression you would be bringing back your copy today sin

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