Lahat ng Kabanata ng Daddy’s Best Friend (collection of taboo love affairs): Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

His eyes lifted, sharp and steady. “About what happened that night.” Adrian inhaled slowly, as though bracing himself. Victor stepped closer. “And about what’s happening now.” The tension in the air was thick enough to taste. Before either could speak again.. The beeping sound of the door unlocking, startled them both. Both men froze. The doors slid open. And Elena stepped out, Looking pale, Looking startled. Looking like she had been crying. And looking at both of them as if she had just walked into the center of a storm she wasn’t prepared to face. Her eyes were rimmed with a faint redness, mascara smudged in a way that betrayed either tears or exhaustion or both. The sight of the two men standing only a few feet apart made her stop cold. Victor turned first, eyes cutting toward her with something unreadable; part accusation, part relief, part ache. Adrian turned slower, his expression tightening almost as though he had already anticipated this moment since the secon

The tension between them reached its peak as Adrian's commanding movements and forceful touch collided with Victor's tender and attentive caresses. Elena couldn't help but gasp as she felt the overwhelming rush of desire consuming her. As Adrian took charge, his hands explored every curve of her body with intent. He bent her further as he thrust harder. Victor's length sprang up and roared with desire. As Elena moaned and gasped mouth agape, he shoved his hardness into it. Gagged and choked, Elena's head burped up and down as she slurped his dick in and out of her mouth. Her body moves in sync with Adrian's pace as he thrusts in and out of her slippery wet depths. Elena felt herself surrendering to the raw intensity of his desire. She responded to both men in a way that surprised even herself. The contrast between Adrian's commanding presence and Victor's gentle care, fueled her desire like never before. Their bodies moved in rhythmic intensity, as the climax of their enc

Lydia had always known that meeting Cassian Hazard would be intimidating. After all, he was Daniel’s father, a man whose wealth and power stretched across continents, whose reputation for ruthlessness was whispered about in boardrooms and social circles alike. But nothing could have prepared her for the effect he had on her the very first time she stepped into his study. The scent of polished wood and leather mingled with faint traces of sandalwood and something darker, seemed to cling to the air. Books lined the walls in precise rows, trophies of business conquests glinting in the soft amber light. Every inch of the room spoke of control, wealth, and dominance. And in the center of it all stood Cassian Hazard, immovable, dominating and far more magnetic than any warning or rumor could have prepared her for. “You understand the stakes, Lydia,” he began, his voice low, deliberate, carrying the kind of weight that made the chest tighten involuntarily. “Your family owes me a

The dining room inside the Cassian estate shimmered with quiet wealth, soft golden lighting, velvet chairs and polished table long enough for state meetings. Lydia sat beside her mother, her back straight but her nerves screaming beneath her skin. Across from her sat Cassian, Daniel’s father, unblinking, unreadable, but far too aware of her. Daniel was beside his father, chatting lightly about company expansion, but Lydia noticed Cassian wasn’t listening. His attention was locked on her as if the entire room had dissolved. Her pulse fluttered. Her debt. His terms. She tried to breathe, but each inhale seemed to echo inside her chest. Her heartbeat was a frantic, uneven drum in her ears, her steps unsteady as she clutched her bag against her chest like a shield. The building’s marble lobby felt colder than usual, the polished floors reflecting her shaken expression as she rushed toward the revolving doors. She didn’t know whether to scream or to cry. Her mind was occupied wi

Lydia followed Daniel into his bedroom, the door closing behind them with a soft click. The air inside was thick and charged. They could hear muffled sounds of laughter and clinking glasses downstairs. Lydia’s thoughts were caught between what she was doing, what she feared, and what she could no longer pretend she didn’t want. Daniel was all urgency and emotion, as though every single second matters then more than ever. He had her pinned against the door, his voice was low, insistent. His hands are restless. His need unmistakable. Lydia held her breath, ready to be devored. Again. He held neck kissing her passionate, tongue wagging in and out of her mouth. One hand pinned her two hands to the back while his other hand held her jaw as he ravished her tight lips. By the time he released her, she was out of breath. He jerked her up, legs straddling him by the waist. His hardness poked her. Ready or not, Daniel slid his hard rod into her sore pussy, his hand firmly grab