Todos los capítulos de Daddy's secret Obsession: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

JessyMy eyes widened in shock as he revealed himself—his cock springing free, thick and hard, veined and pulsing with need. It was massive, intimidating, the head glistening in the dim light. I'd never seen one up close like this, never felt this rush of curiosity mixed with fear. My mouth went dry, but my body responded in ways I couldn't control: my nipples hardened against my bra, and a slick warmth gathered between my thighs. What was wrong with me? This was insane, dangerous. But I couldn't look away. "Like what you see, slut?" he growled, his hand wrapping around the base of his shaft, stroking it lazily. The word 'slut' hit me like a jolt—harsh, degrading. I'd never been called that before. It confused me, made my mind whirl with protest. I wasn't a slut; I was Jessy, the good girl, the one who waited, who didn't respond. But hearing it from his lips, in that commanding tone, ignited something deep inside. A secret part of me enjoyed it, craved the dirtiness, the way it

Jessy “Are you in agreement to what I told you?” Mom asked, her voice soft but firm, the way it always got when she was laying down rules. I nodded, half-distracted, scrolling through the flood of texts from Jas. “Yes, sure, Mom.” “Moretti has been our—” “Mom, please, I’ll be late for lectures. Jas has been texting me since dawn. I’ve got exams to write.” I slung my bag over my shoulder, already edging toward the door. “This is the *fourth* time you’ve said this about him, but you still keep repeating. I will obey whatever he says.” “Good girl,” she said, satisfied. “Will you be here tonight?” “Erm… please, I can’t tell for now.” “Come home when you have time. Do not waste time.” “Okay, Mom.” I kissed her cheek and bolted, the screen door banging shut behind me. She’d told me last night—Uncle Mark was moving to the next town, ten minutes away. Some sprawling mansion on the hill, all glass and stone, the kind of place that screamed money.Big mogul, I thought, speeding m

JESSY "Open your legs wide." His voice was deep,commanding, the kind that didn't leave room for questions—it was more like an order I couldn't wait to follow, laced with that rough edge that always made my pulse quicken. "Sure, Daddy," I whispered back, spreading my legs as far as they’d go, my thighs quivering just from the way he looked at me. The vulnerability hit me hard, exposed like that on the bed, but it only fueled the heat building low in my belly. I wanted him to see everything, to take everything. There he stood at the foot of the bed, his massive cock rock-hard and ready, pointing right at me like it knew exactly where it belonged. Veins throbbed along its length, the head glistening slightly in the dim light filtering through the curtains. He was all muscle and shadow, broad shoulders rolling as he shifted his weight, his abs flexing with each controlled breath. Those dark eyes—Uncle Moretti's eyes—raked over me, hungry and unapologetic, making me feel like I was t

MARKThe phone rang just as I was loading the clip into my Glock, the sound cutting through the quiet of the study like a bad omen. I glanced at the screen;it was my sister. Great! Just what I needed on top of this shitstorm with Joshua and his uncle breathing down my neck. I answered, keeping my voice steady. "Yeah?""Mark, it's me," she said, her tone all worry and no bullshit, the way it got when she was pacing her kitchen. "Have you heard from Jessy? She's not picking up my calls. We talked two days ago, and now... nothing. I'm at this wedding, stuck here for the week, and I'm freaking out. Can you keep an eye on her? Just check in, make sure she's okay?"I leaned back in my chair, the weight of the gun heavy in my lap. Two days. That tracked—Jessy had been radio silent since our last... encounter. Not that I was complaining; space was good, kept things from boiling over. But now? "Yeah, I'll handle it," I said, already knowing what "handling it" would turn into. "She's probably

JESSYThe echo of the slamming door lingered long after Mark was gone. The house felt bigger without him—too big. Every creak of the floorboards made my pulse skip. I sat on the couch, knees pulled to my chest, staring at the spot where he’d been minutes ago. His warmth still clung to the leather, a ghost of what almost happened.Almost.I pressed my hands to my face, trying to erase the memory—the taste of scotch, his voice breaking when he said my name, the way his hands trembled like he was fighting himself. It wasn’t supposed to go that far. It wasn’t supposed to go anywhere at all.But then again, nothing in my life was supposed to turn out like this.Outside, the wind howled through the trees, making the security lights flicker. The phone buzzed beside me, jolting me. Unknown number again. My throat went dry as I opened it.You think he can protect you? My heart stuttered. Who is this? I typed, hands shaking.No reply. Just a second message a few seconds later.He can’t save ev