All Chapters of Daddy’s Sinful Pleasure: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

ZOE’S POVI woke up with my head pounding like a tiny demon had set up a construction site behind my temples. I had this strange sense that something important had happened.Something I couldn’t quite place.My mouth was dry. My body felt warm in unfamiliar places. When I shifted beneath the covers, a wave of awareness rolled through me that made my breath catch. I was naked beneath the covers.Julian.The name popped up in my head. He was here last night.I pushed myself upright slowly, wincing at the faint throb in my temple. Groaning, I flopped back onto the bed, dragging the pillow over my head. My brain tried to replay the night in broken flashes. The music, Lani and I dancing, Julian’s voice, his hands steadying me, his eyes doing that dark unreadable thing that always made my stomach flip.And then—Nothing. “Great,” I muttered into the pillow. “Another blackout. Love that for me.”Last night felt like a dream. A hazy, sinful, half-remembered dream where my heart had raced too

ZOE’S POV “Fuck I love your ass,” Julian’s palm cracked against my ass cheek, a harsh sting that sent heat straight between my legs. I could already picture how red my ass was going to be after this. The marks—red, blooming, tender. His hand comes down again on the other cheek. I moaned loudly as I push back into his touch without thinking, legs parting, offering him more. “Touch me, Julian,” I breathed. He didn’t hesitate. His fingers swept between my thighs, finding my clit like he’d been craving it. He strokes it carefully. The pressure was perfect—too perfect—and a gasp tore out of me as my hips jerked forward. “Soaked for me,” he muttered, spreading the wetness with his fingers, before easing a finger inside me. My head dropped, a broken sound leaving my chest as I widened my stance, needy, shameless. “That's it….Show me how much you want me.” he praises as he adds yet another finger, curling it just right and stroking that spot deep in me. My stomach tightened,

JULIAN’S POV The lingerie she had on was the soft lavender lace. It was twisted behind her back where the clasp had jammed. Her arms were raised awkwardly, her skin flushed from exertion. I stepped behind her and adjusted the clasp, letting it fall into place. Her pulse throbbed at the base of her throat. “Relax,” I murmured. My fingers brushed her spine and she let out a startled gasp. She stared back at me through the dressing-room mirror. Wide eyes, parted lips, her chest rising fast. I could tell she was aroused and that made something in me snap. I lowered my mouth to her shoulder, kissing the warm skin there. She shuddered, head tipping slightly. “Julian…” she murmured. “Hmm?” “You’re staring.” “I know.” She held my gaze in the mirror. “If you’re waiting for me to say stop… I can’t.” her voice came out soft and needy. I turned her, pinned her gently against the mirror, and lifted her thigh over my hip. She shivered visibly. “You look sinful in th

ZOE’S POV “Hi,” I whispered, my eyes searching his. We had dressed in separate rooms even though we had arrived together. “Nervous?” he asked softly as he raised my hand to his lips and placed a ki.ss on it. I nodded. “A little. A lot. This feels… big, I’ve never been on anything like it.” My eyes took Julian in. He looked good, completely unbothered by the elegance surrounding us, as if black-tie rules were merely suggestions he’d already decided not to follow. He wore a deep charcoal velvet blazer that caught the light when he moved, soft but unmistakably expensive. Underneath, his shirt was black—unbuttoned just enough to show a sliver of skin and the dark ink peeking from his chest, disappearing beneath the fabric. His dark hair fell across his forehead in that careless way it always did, like it never stayed put for long because he was constantly running his hand through it—restless, distracted, too alive to bother with perfection. His shoulders filled out the jac

ZOE’S POV I whirled around to face him, my heart rate picking up. He removed his mask and set it aside, watching me the entire time. “Yours stays on,” he said calmly. “I like the way you look right now.” My stomach flipped, butterflies erupting in a million directions. "Take off your clothes, Zoe. I want to see you in the lingerie I bought for you." His command is delivered with a seductive edge, his voice sending a jolt of electricity through my body. I stand before him, my movements slow and sensual as I carefully take off my dress. Underneath it was the black lingerie which exposed more than it covered. My skin and curves are on display but instead of feeling vulnerable, I feel empowered, knowing I'm offering myself to him, my body a canvas for his desires. His gaze roamed over my body, his desire palpable. He stepped closer, his presence overwhelming. "You look beautiful, Zoe. So willing, so ready." His fingers trailed down my arm, heating me up. I could feel his arous