All Chapters of Don't Stop, Daddy: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The house was quiet again. Too quiet.Sierra lay in bed that night, her eyes open wide as she stared at the pale ceiling above her. Shadows from the trees outside drifted across her walls, moving like restless spirits. Her body still hummed from Damien’s touch earlier in his office, but guilt gnawed at her ribs, sharp and unrelenting.Every time she closed her eyes, she saw her mother’s face warm, smiling, trusting. A face that had never doubted her, that loved her unconditionally. A face she was betraying.And yet… every nerve in her body still craved him.She rolled onto her side, pressing her cheek into the pillow, trying to bury the thoughts, trying to smother the ache that wouldn’t fade. But she couldn’t escape. Not from him. Not from herself.A soft knock at her door jolted her upright. Her heart leapt into her throat.“Sierra.” Damien’s voice was low, steady, controlled.She sat frozen, her pulse hammering in her ears. She didn’t move, didn’t breathe. Maybe if she stayed silent

The house was quiet again, but Sierra’s pulse had not slowed since the sound of her mother’s car in the driveway. Hours had passed since Damien had tied her wrists with silk, since his mouth had branded her skin, since she had whispered the words Don’t stop.And yet, even with Vanessa back and bustling around the kitchen as though nothing had changed, Sierra’s body remembered everything.She could still feel the faint pressure of the silk around her wrists. The taste of his kiss lingered like a sin she couldn’t wash away. Her thighs pressed together beneath the dinner table, desperate and ashamed.Every time Damien spoke, her chest tightened. Every time his eyes slid across the table and met hers for the briefest second, heat surged through her body so strongly she feared her mother would notice.But Vanessa, cheerful and oblivious, carried on, chatting about errands, neighbors, and plans for the weekend. Sierra forced herself to nod, to smile, to play the role of the daughter she’d a

The house was far too quiet. Sierra lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, her chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. The stillness seemed to hum around her, amplifying every little sound the faint ticking of the clock on her nightstand, the soft groan of wood as the house settled, even the distant hum of the refrigerator downstairs.But none of it drowned out the memory of Damien’s voice.Tonight, you’ll pay for making me wait.The words had curled around her all day, an invisible leash tugging at her thoughts, binding her to the inevitability of what was coming. She had spent the afternoon convincing herself that she would resist him this time, that she had to resist. That she couldn’t keep letting herself fall deeper into this madness.Yet, when night fell, her body betrayed her. She lay trembling, not from fear but from something far more dangerous anticipation.The floorboards creaked outside her door. Her heart stopped.She sat up, clutching the blanket to her chest, pulse

The house was too quiet.Too still.Sierra lay sprawled on her bed, one arm draped over her eyes, listening to the faint hum of the ceiling fan overhead. The quiet pressed down on her chest, magnifying the sound of her own breathing, magnifying the thoughts she couldn’t silence.Damien’s touch still burned on her skin like an echo. His words dark, commanding, impossible to ignore looped in her head until she wanted to scream just to drown them out.You’re mine, Sierra. That’s the only truth that matters.She rolled onto her side, clutching the pillow like it might keep her anchored to sanity. Her body buzzed with want, but her conscience screamed. Every kiss she gave him was a knife pointed at her mother’s back. Every moan was a betrayal.Her phone buzzed on the nightstand. She jolted, heart in her throat, grabbing it with trembling fingers. For half a second, she prayed it was anyone else a classmate, a friend, a meaningless notification. A reminder that she had another life beyond t

The lake was black glass at dawn, a perfect reflection of the sky. Sierra sat at the edge of the dock, toes skimming the water, hugging her knees as though she could make herself smaller, quieter, invisible.She hadn’t slept. Not really. Every creak of the lake house during the night had felt like Damien’s breath at her ear, like the press of his hand against her skin. Her dreams had blurred with memory, and when she startled awake, she couldn’t tell if the heat in her veins was real or imagined.She thought distance might help, but the lake offered no comfort. The silence here was too heavy, too thick.“You’re up early.”Sierra jumped at the sound of his voice.Damien stood at the edge of the dock, sleeves rolled up, shirt unbuttoned at the throat. He looked relaxed, almost casual but his eyes betrayed him. They always did. They were fixed on her with that same hungry intensity that made her body ache in places she couldn’t name aloud.She forced herself to look away, staring hard at