All Chapters of Breaking Daddy's Rules: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

CYRIL’S POV Raine’s scream ripped through the room before her eyes even opened. I was out of my seat in a second, hovering over the hospital bed. My heart raced as she thrashed around, her chest heaving, and her fingers pulling the sheets roughly. She looked like she’d woken up mid-nightmare and hell, maybe she had.“Raine,” I said firmly, grabbing her shoulders, “it’s me. You’re safe. You’re with me now, alright?”She froze, tilted her head and then stared at me wide-eyed. That look on her face? The fear in her eyes? It shattered something in me. “Cyril?” She rasped. No words came out afterwards and I watched her face crumpled as she broke down. Her sobs were so raw, they twisted my stomach into knots.“I thought I was going to die in there,” she cried, throwing herself into me like she needed to make sure I was real and it wasn’t a dream. “I thought I’d never see you again.” I held her tight, burying my face in her hair. Her skin was still warm. Her breath hitched in short gasp

RAINE’S POVI stood rooted to the spot, my eyes on Cyril, my heart thudding like it wanted to pull out my chest. He approached me slowly and as I searched his darkened gaze, I couldn’t tell if he was mad at me or just disappointed. I didn’t even know what I’d done. “I think it’s best if we talk about this now—privately.” He spoke, pausing a few steps away from me. I straightened just a bit, my spine snapped into place like armor sliding into position. What was this tension? I tore my gaze away from him then, eyes shifting to Chloe, then to Tyler.“Raine,” Cyril said again, gentler this time. When I turned back to him, his hand was stretched out. His now tender gaze dissolved the anger I felt within. Stepping forward, I reached out and took his hand. He guided me upstairs with a steady grip, one hand resting on my back. His touch was warm, like I might shatter if he pushed too hard.The silence was almost unbearable as we walked through the hallway. I kept sneaking glances at him,

RAINE’S POVI moaned against Cyril’s lips as the kiss intensified. His grip on me loosened. Even with my pep talk, he was still being careful, taking me slow. However, I didn’t want it slow.“I want you in me, Cyril,” I breathed. “Please.” Cyril pulled away, his eyes fixed on me with an intensity that made my stomach flutter. I hadn’t realized how much I’d missed the way he looked at me, with passion. “I really want you, Cyril,” I murmured this time. Those words felt less compared to the longing that I felt within. My heart raced as he reached out, his fingers brushing against my jawline. His touch was soft, gentle; like he was afraid he’d hurt me. Despite his tender touch I still shivered, the sensation sending a jolt down my spine.I’ve missed this, his hands on me. He leaned in, his lips capturing mine in yet another kiss. Instinctively I reached up to grip his shoulders, my fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt. ‘God, this felt so good!’ Those thoughts spilled in my mi

Raine’s point of viewI’d just pulled my shirt over my head, still breathless from the high of Cyril’s pounding. My fingers were smoothing down the hem when the door to the balcony creaked open. Cyril stepped in, his steps hesitant, his gaze intense. My heart jumped straight into my throat. There was something different about him. “Is everything okay?” I asked. Just then the roar overhead caught my attention. “What’s that?”He approached me then and kissed my forehead. “I’ll be back soon.” My throat constricted. That was most likely his jet I’d heard before. I thought he’d stay with me, at least until I settled in. “Are you going somewhere?” He pulled away without saying a word. Before I could blink, he was out the door and when I tried to follow him, he picked up the pace. “Cyril!” I called out, trying to catch up with him but he didn’t respond, a sick feeling settled in my chest. Something was definitely wrong, or he’d have given me an answer to placate me at least. I followe

CYRIL’S POVThe interrogation room was fucking bare. No clock, no windows, no ventilation. This damn room was definitely built to mess with one’s head. Glancing around the room, I stared long and hard at the one-way glass. No doubt, officers were watching me from behind, like an interesting experimental specimen. Eventually, my eyes stopped wandering and my gaze dropped to my palms. A clear image of Raine’s face as I was shoved into the car crossed my mind. She looked completely zapped, as if she’d lost everything she ever had. It tore me up inside. She didn’t deserve to be thrown back in that shitty state. She didn’t deserve to suffer. I withheld the urge to slam my hand against the desk. Resting my back on the metal chair, I threw my head back and took a deep breath. The door opened with a lazy creak, letting in two men with a bounce in their step. They looked like they’d done this more times than they could count.The first one was an older bald man built like a wall, who eyed