Semua Bab Daddy's Obsession (Filthy Daddies Collection): Bab 21 - Bab 30

Chapter 3: Good Girl: "That's insane," she said, but her voice came out breathless. "Is it? You're already owned, just not by someone who values you properly. The Athletic Commission owns your ability to fight. The underground leagues own your earning potential. The system owns your future." Adrian reached out and touched her cheek, his fingers warm against her skin. "At least if you belong to me, you'll be treasured." Zara knew she should pull away from his touch. Should stand up and walk out of this penthouse and never look back. But something about the way he looked at her, the way he spoke about owning her like it was the most natural thing in the world, made her feel weak in the knees. "I'm not some pet you can collect," she said, but there was no real conviction in her voice. "No," Adrian agreed. "You're much more valuable than that." His thumb traced along her jawline, and Zara felt her resolve crumbling. When was the last time anyone had touched her with such careful r

Chapter 5: Her New Home: "The kind that reminds you who you belong to." His thumb traced her lower lip again, more slowly this time. "But let's not worry about that now. You're going to be a very good girl, aren't you?" The way he said "good girl" made her knees weak. There was something about his voice, low and commanding, that made her want to please him in ways she didn't fully understand. "Yes," she whispered. "Yes what?" Zara looked up at him, at this powerful man who'd just bought her entire life, and felt something shift inside her chest. "Yes, sir." "Better." Adrian's approval was warm and genuine. "We'll work on the rest later." "The rest?" "You know what I want you to call me eventually." His eyes were dark with promise. "But like I said, baby steps." Daddy. He wanted her to call him daddy. The thought should have been ridiculous, but instead it sent heat pooling low in her stomach. "I should go," she said suddenly, needing space to process everything th

Chapter 7:Private Lessons:Instead of answering, Adrian leaned closer, his lips almost touching her ear. "The kind that remind you exactly who you belong to."His breath against her skin made her shiver. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, could smell the masculine scent of his cologne mixed with something that was purely him."Adrian..." she whispered."Tell me what you want," he murmured against her ear. "Tell me what you've been thinking about since last night.""I can't.""Yes, you can." His hand tightened in her hair, not painful but firm. "Be honest with me, sweetheart. It's just you and me here."Zara closed her eyes, her heart pounding. "I've been thinking about you. About what it would feel like to... to give you control.""Give me control of what?""Everything." The admission came out in a rush. "My training, my life, my body. Everything."Adrian made a satisfied sound low in his throat. "Good girl. That wasn't so hard, was it?"The praise sent warmth flooding

Chapter 9:Richard and Margaret Ashworth sat in the reception area of Sterling Industries' executive floor, both of them looking like they'd rather be anywhere else in the world. The marble and glass surroundings were intimidating enough, but knowing they were about to face Adrian Sterling himself had them both on edge."Remember what we discussed," Richard whispered to his wife. "We apologize, we explain that it was just meant to scare the girl, and we promise it won't happen again.""I still think this is humiliating," Margaret replied through gritted teeth. "We shouldn't have to grovel to anyone, especially over some nobody fighter.""That nobody fighter apparently means something to Adrian Sterling. And that makes her more dangerous than anyone in our family."Before Margaret could respond, the receptionist called their names. They were escorted into a conference room with windows that was overlooking the city. Adrian Sterling was already seated at the head of a long table, weari

Chapter 11: The Final Fight: The Stellaris Arena had never seen a crowd like this. What had started as a simple sanctioned fight between two competitors had turned into the social event of the year. Word had spread through the city's elite circles about the unusual stakes, and everyone wanted to witness the spectacle. Zara stood in her dressing room, wrapping her hands with methodical precision. She'd been training for two weeks straight since accepting the challenge, pushing her body harder than ever before. Marcus Lebi had been relentless, rebuilding her technique from the ground up and preparing her for every possible scenario. "You ready for this?" Marcus asked, checking her gloves one final time. "As ready as I'll ever be." Zara flexed her fingers, testing the tape. "Is he here?" "Mr. Sterling? Yes, front row. Along with half the city's power players." Marcus's expression was serious. "This isn't just about you and Brett Ashworth anymore. This is about proving somethin