All Chapters of Daddy’s Best Friend (collection of taboo love affairs): Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

The rug in the living room was soft, but the atmosphere was anything but. Maya was gasping, her body shaking as Leo plunged into her from behind, his hands gripping her hips with bruising force. He was relentless, his thrusts harsh and punishing, taking her with a raw, desperate hunger that spoke of hours of jealousy and frustration. "Leo, wait—" Maya breathed out, her voice breaking. "No," Leo growled, his voice rough. "You brought this on yourself, Maya." Julian stood nearby, his face a mask of fury, his jaw clenched so tightly it looked like it might snap. He was watching his brother take her, his eyes burning with possessive rage, but he seemed unable to move, frozen by the absolute chaos of the moment. Finn, however, was not frozen. He had been watching from the sofa, his eyes dark and intense, taking in every inch of Maya’s exposed body, every rough thrust of his brother. The sight of her—on her knees, taking Leo with such abandon—had shattered the last remnants of his quie

The door of the study was the only thing separating Isla from her life as she knew it. On the other side, she could hear the deep baritone of her husband, Dominic, as he closed a multi-million dollar deal, He sounded calm, authoritative, and completely oblivious. On this side of the door, in the dimly lit hallway, Isla was losing her breath. Cassian had her pinned. His larger, leaner frame was a wall of heat against her silk evening dress. One of his hands was clamped firmly over her mouth, his palm smelling of expensive cigarettes and mint. His other hand was anchored at the small of her back, crushing her against the wood of the door so hard she could feel the vibration of Dominic’s voice through the panels. "Isla?" Dominic’s voice called out from the study, muffled but sharp. "Isla, are you still out there? Bring me those file transcripts." Isla’s eyes went wide, reflecting the amber light. She tried to scream, but it died against Cassian’s hand. She thrashed, her heels scu

The silence in the room grew heavy as Cassian stepped closer, the space between them disappearing until the heat of his body radiated over her like a fever. He didn't rush. He watched the way her pulse jumped in the hollow of her throat, savoring the sheer terror and the forbidden fascination written across her face. He reached out, his fingers grazing the sensitive skin of her inner arm, just above where the silk ties bit into her wrists. The contact was electric. A violent shiver raced up Isla’s spine, making her hair stand on end. It wasn't just fear it was a physical reaction she couldn't suppress. "Stop," she hissed, the word catching in her throat. She thrashed against her restraints, the table creaking under her weight. "Cassian, stop this right now. If you have any respect for your own blood—" "I don't," he interrupted, his voice a low rasp. He leaned over her, his chest inches from hers, and began to tease her. He didn't push inside. Instead, he took the heavy, hot length

He didn’t call her or text.He didn’t acknowledge her existence. Three days had passed.By the fourth, she understood something clearly. He wasn’t ignoring her, he was watching what she would do next. So she made the move. The elevator doors opened into his private floor, and no one stopped her that alone was unsettling.His office door was slightly open. She pushed it. He was already inside and he held his phone in hand like he had just finished an important call. “You found your way back,” he said, without looking up. “I didn’t get lost,” she replied, stepping in and closing the door behind her. He paused then set the phone down. He looked at her fully and this time, there was no softness in it. “Sit.” She sat uneasily. Then he walked around the desk slowly. “You lied,” he said. Her spine stiffened just slightly. “I don’t know what you mean.” He leaned down. Close enough that his voice brushed against her ear. “You don’t live where you said you do.” Her breath hi

The wet, heavy sounds in the room grew louder as Benson neared his peak. His eyes were still burning into Mimi's, watching her struggle to breathe. Suddenly, a heavy thud echoed from the outer hallway.The main doors to the locker room suite swung open."Mimi? Are you in here?"It was the General Manager's voice. Mr. Harrison. He sounded angry and impatient, his heavy footsteps clicking against the concrete floor as he walked toward the private vanity room. The clock on the wall read 11:53 PM.Panic hit Mimi like a physical blow. If Harrison walked in right now, her career was over before it even started. She would be blamed for the entire scandal."Get in the shower. Now!" Mimi hissed at the two girls. She rushed forward, grabbing the brunette's shirt and shoving both of them toward the glass steam shower stall. The girls giggled, completely unbothered, but they slid inside just as Mimi slammed the frosted glass door shut.Mimi turned around, her heart thumping wildly against her rib