Daddy's Bargain のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

Celeste's PovI could tell something was off the moment I walked into the living room. The guards avoided looking at me. Even the one who usually greeted me with a nod kept his eyes glued to the floor.Azrael stood by the window, phone pressed to his ear, jaw tight. He wasn’t saying much, just short replies in Italian. His voice was calm, but that kind of calm that came before a storm.When he noticed me, he ended the call and slipped the phone into his pocket. “Go back upstairs, Celeste,” he said.“Why?”“It’s nothing you need to worry about.”The way he said it made my chest tighten. He only spoke like that when he was hiding something.I crossed my arms. “That means it’s definitely something I should worry about.”He looked at me for a long second, then sighed. “You never listen.”“Maybe because you treat me like a child,” I shot back.His lips pressed into a thin line. He turned to Marco, one of his men, and said something quietly in Italian. Marco nodded and left the room, but n

CelesteThe house was too quiet after what happened the night before.I spent the entire day pretending to read one of the books from his office, but I couldn’t focus. Every creak in the hallway made me jump. Every time I looked out the window, I expected another car to pull up with guns.When the front doors opened that evening, I heard his voice before I saw him. Deep, steady, tired.“Where is she?”“In the living room,” Marco answered.Azrael walked in a moment later, his black shirt damp from the rain, sleeves rolled halfway. He looked exhausted with his hair messy, eyes darker than usual, but still infuriatingly composed.“You didn’t go anywhere today,” he said. Not a question.“No, because you have guards at every door,” I muttered.He set his gun on the table and unbuttoned his cuffs. “Good. That means they’re doing their job.”I closed the book. “If you call keeping me prisoner a job, then yeah, they’re excellent at it.”His eyes lifted to mine. “What did you do all day?”“Lea

Celeste's povThe next morning, I was halfway through my coffee when Azrael walked in with a garment bag slung over his shoulder.“What’s that?” I asked, suspicious already.He dropped it on the couch and looked far too calm for someone about to ruin my day. “I am hosting tonight. to close a business deal for my company. And there are people I need you to impress. You’ll be by my side.”My cup paused midair. “You’re joking.”“Not even a little.” He opened the bag, revealing a dark green gown that shimmered when the light hit it. “You’ll wear this. It’s already tailored.”His tie was undone, his shirt sleeves rolled up, a watch glinting on his wrist. He didn’t look up when he spoke.“You’ll need to get ready by seven. “I stared at the bag like it was radioactive. “You bought me a gown?”“You’ll need to look the part.” He paused, then added, “You’ll be safe. Everyone there will believe what I tell them.”“Safe or owned?” I muttered.He didn’t answer, but I saw his jaw tighten before he

The world stopped for a second after I kissed him.He tasted like smoke and mints, and something in my belly did a flip as he wrapped his hand behind my neck, pulling me in.God, kissing him felt like flying. I didn't realize I was moaning into the kiss when he pulled away.“I want to hear you moan my name.” He said, then went back to kissing my neck. I breathed his name, when he made his way down to nip my nipple through my bikini with his teeth.I moaned, feeling like I was zapped.. suddenly, it wasn't just the kiss I wanted. I wanted more. “Say my name, Celeste.” He commanded me, tracing my hips and thighs with his fingers. I leaned into him and bit my lower lip when he pulled my panties to the side, and slid a finger in. I was already dripping wet.“Azrael…oh..” I moaned his name and not because he'd asked me to. With his thumb he massaged my clit, while he slid his fingers in and out of me.“I can't hear you, Celeste…” he was teasing me and it was working. Then he nudged my legs

Celeste’s POVThe first thing I felt was pressure. A hard, burning weight pressed against my shoulder. The second thing was Azrael’s voice , desperate in a way I’d never heard before.I thought nothing affected him? I almost smiled if not that I was so much pain.“Celeste. Stay with me.”Everything sounded distant, muffled by the ringing in my ears. I tried to open my eyes, but the smoke stung.“Hurts,” I whispered.“I know.” His hand was firm over the wound. “Don’t move.”I blinked, trying to focus. His face hovered above mine — ash on his jaw, blood on his shirt, eyes darker than I’d ever seen.“What… what happened?”He didn’t answer. His free hand brushed the side of my face like he was checking I was still there. “You shouldn’t have left the car.”“I saw him—”“I know.” He swallowed hard. “You saved me.”Something warm ran down my arm. My blood. His hand pressed harder, and I winced.“Azrael—”“Don’t talk.”I tried anyway. “You’re bleeding.”He looked down at his arm, barely glanc