All Chapters of Breaking Daddy's Rules: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

RAINE’S POVThe look in Cyril’s eyes haunted me, and I asked the one question that bugged me. “Everything okay?” I adjusted myself on his lap.Cyril rested his back, exhaling slowly. “Everything’s fine.”“Why aren’t you saying anything then?” I pushed.He didn’t speak at first. He hesitated. I wondered what was going through his mind.He couldn’t be thinking of what to say, right? He wasn’t a crummy little kid, he was a man. And influential men like him wouldn’t waste time thinking how to say their words.They just did—boldly, effortlessly with so much authority that made people squirm.“Cyril!” I called out. Before I could say anything else, he beat me to it.“I just don’t want you to think we have to do anything every time you come around me.” His response was bland.My head tilted, confused. “Do anything?”“You know what I mean.” He shifted the papers on the desk, his gaze boring into mine. “This thing between us doesn’t need to revolve around sex. I want you to be happy, not depen

CYRIL’S POV"Cut!" I called out, and all eyes turned to me. The sound guy, Matt exhaled. Jason Hall, the lead actor, relaxed his shoulders and ran his hand through his golden locks in frustration. I didn’t care if he was frustrated or not. I needed perfection.“Reset the rig and clean the blood. We’re running it again.” I said loudly. Jason’s expression darkened.This was the tenth time we were running this scene. But perfection didn’t show up halfway. It’s either he bled for the shot, or he got the hell off my set. I wasn’t here to play nice.Stepping closer to the main camera, my eyes narrowed at the playback monitor.“Jason,” I barked, “when you fall this time, I want to see you shatter. Don’t just collapse. Break like the woman you killed was the only thing that ever mattered to you. Got it?”He nodded, chest rising and falling. “Yeah, I got it.”I didn’t ask for much, just everything.“Quiet on set!” I instructed as we set up for the retake.“Roll sound.”“Sound rolling,” came

CYRIL’S POVMy hands traced slow circles into Raine’s back, like the action would soothe her brokenness. She didn’t know it, but she was fucking perfect. And somehow, it was on me to make her see that. To make her feel it, believe it, and live it.She shifted slightly, then tired brown pupils looked up at me. Adjusting herself, her face moved forward until it was just inches away from mine. Her lavender shampoo scent invaded the space between us. I was tempted to bury my nose in her hair.Her index finger trailed down my jawline. “You know you can always talk to me.” I caught her hand and placed a soft kiss on her knuckles. “I’m fine.”I expected her to continue pestering me. It was typical of Raine to be demanding. Not that I had a problem with it, it was sexy.She surprised me when she didn’t press it. Instead, she asked, “Can I stay with you tonight?” My eyes searched her face, catching the slight indent in her cheek from her biting the inside. She was nervous about my answer.Ge

RAINE’S POVCyril let out a dark laugh and then grabbed a handful of my ass. “Not that,” he said. “But keep testing me, and you’ll find out exactly what I’ve in mind.”My breath caught. I wasn’t sure if it was the pressure of his hand or the way his eyes pinned me in place, as if I belonged to him—even here, in public, with designer dresses and mirrored walls around us. Without thinking, I moved my hand toward his waistband. He stopped me midway. I bit my lip, my breath shaky. “I want you to touch me.”He hovered over me and his long fingers dipped under the band of the lingerie, teasing me enough to make me squirm. “Already soaked, aren’t you?” he rasped. “Fucking knew it.”I whimpered when his thumb grazed my lower abdomen. “Cyril…” He bent forward, brushing his lips against my ear. “You know what that red says to me?” I swallowed. “What?”“That you’re begging to be fucked. Hard.” He backed up slightly, then whispered. “Come with me.” His hand gripped my wrist and dragged me t

RAINE’S POVI sat across from Cyril at the dining table. He was engrossed in something on his phone. As I stared at him, memories of his hard cock inside me nudged at me.The thoughts of our unfinished session made my pussy soak my thong through again. I wanted him to bend me over on the dining table and make me moan loudly.I hated the fact that I craved him so much, but there was nothing we could do about it right now. The sound of footsteps pulled me out of my reverie. Martha stepped into the dining room, carrying a tray loaded with saffron chicken risotto. She set it down and dished out portions for us. “Thank you, Martha,” Cyril said, adjusting in his seat and dropping the phone beside him momentarily. The annoying device chimed again, and his attention moved back to it. I poked my fork into my food fiercely. Why was he ignoring me? Without thinking, I dropped the fork on the table, and the clanging sound made him lift his head slightly. His dark gaze caused me to squirm eve