All Chapters of Daddy's Little Angel : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Alina pov His tongue danced inside my mouth; his hand found its way between my thighs. My panties were already soaked with the wetness. I spread my thighs for him to find his way. His fingers slightly moved through my panties and I couldn't stop moaning. It was a pure torture. And I was loving it. I have also touched myself multiple times, but it didn't feel the same. It wasn't the same sensation I felt before. “You are so wet, Alina,” He said, while pushing my panties aside, and playing with my cunt. I could hear the voice of wetness from my pussy, he dug his fingers inside my hole. It hurts a bit. His fingers were rough and cold. Not the usual size I put inside my hole. His other arm pinched my clothed nipples hard and I was jumping on the bed. It was too much to take. I didn't know how to control myself. God I just wanted to touch him, feel his hard rough body around me, covering me completely. “Next time I will chain you up, for every disobedience you make Alina,” He whis

Alina Pov Graduation came a week after I returned from the night I spend with Mr Parker. I was so excited to wear the dress that I bought the week before for the ceremony. My mother was waiting for me outside. She looked so proud. I saw her crying quietly in her room, staring at my father’s photograph. He would have been the proudest today, watching us from the sky. I stepped out and sat in the taxi. My mother smiled, and I could see her happiness in that small expression. My grades had arrived the previous week. I had done well, thanks to Olivia’s constant hard work. She had topped the university ranks just as we all knew. The car stopped in front of the university gate. I got out, paid the driver, and stood still for a moment. From today, university has officially come to an end. My mother held my hand, and together we walked toward the auditorium. “Alina,” Emma shouted. I turned. She and Olivia walked toward me and pulled me into a hug. “Congratulations,” I said to Olivia

His pov A whole fucking week, she had ignored me. I have checked the cameras obsessively, rewinding the footage again and again just to make sure I hadn't missed something. But there she was—locked inside her room, curled up on her bed, avoiding the world. Especially avoiding me. And I hated that she thought she could hide. I couldn't stop myself from wanting her, watching her. Every breath she took felt like it belonged to me. Every curve of her body, every small movement—my mind traced it all until it drove me mad. I knew her graduation ceremony was in a week and she will surely attend it. I took the opportunity and took her against the wall, taking her virginity against my throbbing dick. It was the only thing that came in my mind to make her mine so nobody dared to look at her. I put her bloodied panties over my face as I inhaled her sweet scent mixed with metallic taste. She was way more beautiful than I imagned, her moans, her small laughter that she make while I was fucking

Alina pov I went back to the bathroom, washing my face but his smell still lingered on my skin. I looked at myself in the mirror, blushing hard. Mr Parker took me against the table. The table where we used to do meetings, sitting and discussing our tasks for hours. I couldn't stop myself from biting my lips. He had fucked me so hard that his strokes were still making me feel ache all over my skin. It hurts everywhere, but I am in love with this pain. I love this ache. “Ms Easton,” I opened my eyes as I heard a voice from behind, slicing off my thoughts. I froze. Katherine, What was she doing here?“Ms Katherine,” I murmured, not turning around. I pretended to look around, washing my face. I knew it very well. She didn't like me at all. She smiled and stood beside me. I knew her intention wasn't good, never kind. Last time she tried to hurt me but Mr Parker stopped her, but this time there was nobody. “I know what you are thinking that I don't like you, Ms Easton,” She said. I d

ALINA POV He pushed me against the wall and he was close..so close that I could feel his breath near my face, and suddenly his lips met mine, hungrily, kissing me hard, like he was holding back for so long. His kiss wasn't gentle, it was rough like he wanted to put his claim over me again and again. Again and again he wanted to remind me who I belong to. My hands lifted searching for him but my hands were bound by his hand he didn't let me touch. There was a silent warning for not pulling this stunt again and again, trusting him completely with my whole heart. I leaned in trying to gain some little control he left for me. I wanted to feel him– his warm body against mine, his muscles that were hidden behind those tight clothes. But he denied. He didn't let me touch, didn't let me see, covering my eyes with the torturous mask that I wanted to rip away. He had already ripped my clothes while he was driving his car, pushing his fingers inside my pussy. My cunt was already dripping fr