Todos los capítulos de Riding My Father In Law: Dealing with the Devil : Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

CHAPTER 2Lyra’s POV I had only been married to Killian Maddox for two days, and I already wished he was dead.Not metaphorically. Not poetically. Dead.He wasn’t just incompetent. He was a spoiled, entitled waste of space who couldn’t lead a pack of stray dogs to a meat truck, let alone run a billion‑dollar MC empire. Every fucking time his name crossed my mind, it filled me with anger.On our wedding night, he had passed out from alcohol before he could even try to touch me. Thank goodness because if he had tried, I swear I might have been tempted to cut his dick off right there and then. I hadn’t seen him since that night. He stumbled out of our room at dawn, mumbling something about “club business,” and disappeared. Part of me wondered if he had ended up in a ditch somewhere. Part of me secretly hoped he had. Over the past two days, I had been carefully mapping out this place. His house wasn’t just a house; it was a fortress. Endless hallways decorated with expensive leather fu

CHAPTER 4Lyra's POVThe stranger smiled, and Jesus, it wrecked me. That hard face, so sharp and ruthless, went soft around the edges. Like sin dipped in honey.“Does it really matter?” he asked slowly, his voice smooth as bourbon. “Tonight, we are just two broken souls hiding in plain sight.”Fair.“Then here’s to strangers,” I replied, raising my glass with a shaky hand.“To strangers,” he echoed, clinking his glass against mine.Our eyes locked in that moment, lingering for a second too long, and the air between us suddenly became… heavy.All of a sudden, everything felt like it was tilting.“Whoa, careful,” he whispered, reaching out as my elbow almost slipped.“I am fine,” I lied, even though the room was spinning like a Tilt-a-Whirl on acid.His grip was strong. Rough fingers wrapped around my arm, steadying me. “When the last time you had something to eat?”I blinked, too tried to think.“Uhmm… I should… I should go,” I suddenly mumbled, sliding off the barstool.But that was a

Grave’s pov She was mine now. The fiery green eyed princess, shades of Auburn hair that whispered beautiful secrets and deadly promises. Mine to have… mine to protect. “ You knew, didn't you ?” She asked, hands clenched. I smiled–just a slight tilt on the edge of my lips. I exhaled, not out of exhaustion, it was interesting. “ Of course I know..that you slept well” I dropped, watching as her expression hardened. She didn't look like the girl I met yesterday. Well, apart from green eyes and Auburn hair, she appeared different. Like she was ready to pounce on me and slit my throat into two. As expected of a crimson fang princess. I would have been disappointed if she was any less than what she exuded. She smiled…slowly as if waiting for effect, then looked down at my leg.“ Your boots” she said, then glanced up, pressed an edgy smile, one so forced, it looked unreal. Interesting! “ Sorry about the previous night. I was…might have offended you” she added. Her eyes, a big contr

CHAPTER EIGHT Grave’s pov It didn't look real but it was happening anyway. I watched her twirl her hips, breasts plump, lips rosy. No defenses, just her –us “ Lyra” I groaned, voice laced in hunger. It didn't sound like me. Sounded like a stranger but I knew my voice. She wore a blue fitted dress with nothing underneath. Just her protruding breasts, firm tits that promised a good taste and a curvaceous body. Sumptuous! A sight to behold. She flung her legs against the bed, grabbed onto a glass of water and poured the cold liquid on her body. My entire body was plunged into fire as my already hard cock tightened. Fuck ! Why was my cock hard for my son's wife? Then she smirked, her fiery eyes replaced with a warm gaze. A gaze that felt so unreal yet–surreal..She bent down, keeping her gaze on me. How I wanted to grab her so much and throw her onto the bed and fuck her brains out…but I held back, waiting, anticipating. Then she kissed my bulge. I groaned. Shit, why did she h

CHAPTER NINE Lyra's pov His expression was blank for a moment, then a smile found its way to his lips. My breath caught in my throat. His hair, trimmed, fell onto his face in a mess…strands scattered down to his eyes then to his neck. It gave off a certain allure that made my stomach flip….an allure that made her want to question his age …except she was here for something else.“ Good morning princess” he said and descended the stairs, “ slept well?” She smiled. A smile I spent the entire night practicing in the bathroom mirror. Perfecting it to near flawless. Masking it with layers of sincerity that I didn't have to give. “ Yes. Coffee?” I asked and reached for the coffee machine. I filtered it, letting the liquid drip slowly to the glass I had placed under the funnel. He nodded, then pulled a chair and sat on it. Eyes sharp. He was doing it again …trying to see my very soul. Except he would always fail. The coffee drained into the cup, scorching hot. “ Sugar?” I asked. “ N