All Chapters of Daddy’s Sinful Pleasure: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

JULIAN’S POV Without hesitation, she stood on her tiptoes and reached for me. When her lips met mine, it was like a light switch flipped, and everything in the room became hot…. She didn’t stop for breath, her hands kept fisting the front of my shirt and yanking me closer, like she’d been holding back the same hunger I’d been choking down for days. I groaned into her mouth, inhaling the faint smell of lavender perfume she had all over her. My hands found her waist, and my thumbs began digging into the soft dip above her hips, pulling her tight against me so she could feel exactly what she was doing to me. “Julian,” she whispered, her voice wrecked already, “don’t stop.” “Wasn’t planning to,” I muttered. I walked her backward until her spine hit the wall beside the staircase, the plaster making her arch into me. I slid one hand up under her shirt, my palm was flat against the warmth of her stomach, feeling the quick rise and fall of her ribs. She shivered when my fingers

ZOE’S POV The elevator hummed softly as it began its slow ascent. The walls were mirrored on three sides, polished to a shine that reflected us from every angle. The ride was charged with unspoken words. I stood next to him with my overnight bag at my feet, trying very hard not to stare. Being with him in the elevator reminded me of the first night we had met. That reckless shameless version of me who had leaned casually against mirrored walls and flirted with him as we went up to the hotel room. Back then, I hadn’t known who he was. Or what he was capable of. Back then, I’d been playing with fire without realizing the flames were real. Now? Now I knew exactly what he could do to me with just a touch. Julian’s phone vibrated softly in his hand. “Wolfe,” he answered, his voice shifting into something smooth and commanding. “Yes, Senator.” He paced once across the narrow space, his reflection multiplying in the mirrors. He looked calm,contro

JULIAN’S POV She looked so delicate, with her hair fanned across my pillow, forming a strawberry halo against the white sheets. The morning light filtered into my bedroom, casting a warm glow upon her features. I leaned forward and brushed a strand of hair from her face, my eyes taking in her long lashes resting on her cheeks and her full, pouty lips, which were now extra swollen from the way I kissed them last night. She shifted, murmuring something incoherent before her lips moved again. ‘More please’. A slow grin spread across my face. I wonder what she was dreaming of or who. My eyes moved lower, taking in the hickey on her neck and the top of her boobs. She stirred again, blinking lazily before her eyes focused. For a split second, she looked disoriented. Then she saw me. “Hi,” she whispered. “Hi,” I responded, my eyes never leaving hers. “Were you watching me sleep?” Her voice was rough with sleep. “Yes,” I responded with no hesitation. A small crease f

ZOE’S POV He took my hand as we left the movie house, his long fingers curling possessively around mine as he led me out of the building and into the car. “Where are we going?” I questioned as the car roared to life. “You’ll see.” Just two words. That was all he gave me. The drive was quiet. I kept sneaking glances at him — the way his hands rested on the steering wheel, veins prominent, knuckles flexing as he turned corners. He looked like he had a lot on his mind. When we stopped, my heart gave a startled lurch. “This is…” I trailed off, staring at the darkened building with a discreet brass plaque that read Obsidian Club. From the outside, it looked like every other regular club. Julian cut the engine and turned to me. “Yes. It’s my club. Apart from the boat cruise, I haven't really brought you into my world. So tonight you get to see everything and do anything you want.” I swallowed, my eyes going back to the signpost. I had done enough research about what goe

ZOE’S POV “Get on the bed, spread your legs, show Sir your pretty pussy. But don't cum. Not until I say so." He commanded. My breath skipped, memories from this morning flooding back. Me in the steam-filled bathroom, my fingers circling my clit while I imagined his hands on me, the desperate way I had pressed my forehead to the tile just to stay steady. Heat rushed to my face but I forced myself to stay calm. "Yes, Sir," I said softly, the word settling heavy on my tongue as I moved towards the bed. The sheets were cool silk against my skin as I climbed onto them, the contrast making me shiver.For a second—just a second—I hesitated. Not because I didn’t want this. But because I did. Too much. Slowly, I leaned back, drawing my knees apart, exposing my thighs to his gaze, aware—painfully aware—of his eyes on me. I had touched myself once before while he watched.That one time in his cabin but something about having to do it here made me feel more exposed. I th