A Dirty Secret With My Best Friend’s Dad のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 111 - チャプター 120

~Sienna~The silence in this room is heavier even than the chains and ropes that hold me. I am suspended in a nightmare, my arms and legs stretched out toward the four corners of the bed, my body is a map of vulnerability and shame. I haven't worn a single piece of clothing since the night Julian drugged me. I am exposed, like a piece of meat left out to rot in the dark.I should be grateful, I suppose, that he hasn't tried to force himself on me again since that first brutal night. But the gratitude is just hollow, swallowed up by the wreckage of my mental health. Instead of the physical act, he has replaced it with something that feels just as violating. Every time he enters the room, I see that look, that sharp, lusty glint in his eyes that makes my skin crawl.He doesn't just stand and watch me. He stands right between my splayed legs, his eyes roaming over every inch of me, and he touches himself. He brings out his length, and works himself with a sickening act intensity, staring

~Sienna~I don’t want to think. I don’t want to remember the cold or the chains. I just want to feel Norman. I want his heat to burn away the chill that has been living under my skin for the past week. I pull him closer, feeling his heart thumping hard against my chest. He is trying to be careful, trying to be the gentleman, but I don’t need a gentleman right now. I need the man who owns my heart to take my body back from the shadows."Sienna," he groans, his voice a low vibration against my lips. "Are you sure? I don't want to rush you. I don't want to be another man taking something from you.""You aren't taking anything," I whisper, my hands shaking as I pull at his shirt. "I am giving it to you. I need you, Norman. I need to feel alive."He shifts, finally gives in. He pulls his shirt over his head, revealing the strong, hard muscles of his chest. He looks like a god in the dim light of the bedroom. He leans over me, pinning my wrists gently above my head. It’s the same position I

~Sienna~ THREE DAYS LATER The drive back from the courthouse is quiet. The hum of the tires against the road is the only sound in the car. I look out the window, watching the city of Chicago pass by, and even with Julian locked up, I still can’t find the peace I crave. The sentencing was intense. Julian looked like a shadow of the man I used to know. He seems to have aged within the short time of his stay in the prison. The doctors and the judge agreed that he is mentally unstable. He isn't going to a regular prison, he is being sent to a high-security mental institution. Norman leaned over to me in the courtroom and whispered a promise. He promised he will use every bit of his power and money to make sure Julian stays confined there for the rest of his life. He will never be a threat to me, my mother, or our babies again. I’m happy it’s all can breathe, but as I look at Norman’s profile, his jaw set tight, his eyes focused on the road, my heart feels heavy. Today is the third

~Sienna~"Fred, if you give Noah one more piece of bacon, he’s going to turn into a piglet," I laugh, reaching across the massive breakfast table to swipe the greasy treat away from my son's reaching fingers.Noah lets out a playful screech, bouncing in his high chair, while Fred holds up his hands in mock surrender. He has only been back from his business trip for two days, and he is already the favorite uncle, mostly because he has no concept of baby-safe diets."He looks at me with those big eyes, Sienna," Fred defends himself, grinning as he adjusts his glasses. "The kid is a natural negotiator. He’s going to be just like Norman.""God help us all if there are two of them," Nova chimes in, leaning her head on Fred’s shoulder. She looks radiant, the stress of the past few weeks finally gone now that her husband is home and her family is safe.Norman, sitting at the head of the table, doesn't even look up. "I heard that, Nova. And for the record, Noah’s negotiation tactics are far m

~Sienna~The small, flesh-colored bud in my ear hums with a faint, electric sound as Nova pulls the zipper of my silk gown upward. The sound of the teeth locking together feels final, like a gate closing. To Nova, who is fussing over the lace on my sleeves and humming a wedding march, I am just a nervous bride. But every crackle in that earpiece is a heartbeat in a high-stakes game. My hands are steady, but my mind is a tactical map."You look breathtaking, Sienna," my mother whispers as she steps into the bridal suite. She looks radiant in her champagne-colored dress, her strength fully returned, her eyes clear and bright. She reaches out, smoothing a stray lock of my hair with a hand that no longer trembles. "Are you ready, sweetheart?""More than ready, Mom," I say, forcing a smile while my brain tracks the low, deep voice of the security lead in my ear.“Target is on-site,” the voice whispers. “Disguised in a blonde wig and oversized glasses. She’s moving toward the garden entranc