All Chapters of I SLEPT WITH MY BULLY’S FATHER: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

EMMA. Sophia pulled up at the hospital and we stepped in. Just when we pushed the door back, I saw Richard sitting next to Jeremy, his legs were spread and his back firmly pressed against the chair. My heart hammered vigorously in my chest the moment I set eyes on him. Why was he here? “Jeremy…?” I asked immediately moving closer to my brother who laid sick on the bed. His skin were all red and sore and different machines were connected to his body. He was asleep. “Emma, there is a client waiting. I need you to be there before ten.” Richard uttered, his voice hoarse like always. “Client?”Sophia chuckled turning to me as she sat next to Jeremy’s bed. Jeremy was still asleep, the last thing I needed was Jeremy listening to this kind of conversation. “Richard is building a multi diverse company, and this particular Client only has time in the night.” I quickly responded and Sophia nodded, clueless as to who I really was. To Sophia, I was merely the college student who gave h

EMMA. An empress wasn't supposed to be attracted to any man. An empress was simply meant to help the fantasies of a man come true. But tell me why I was obsessed with Herth, my best friend’s father. A man I was merely sent to serve and forget about. I grabbed his face, hovering over him already on the couch while using one hand to remove his belt. Every part of me wanted him, my pussy pulsating at the thought of his manhood inside of me. At the moment, my senses were completely gone. The dangers of my action left my mind instantly. I ground my waist on top of his lap, whimpering in pleasure. My lips melted in his, my tongue rolled in seamlessly. He yanked the top off me, grabbing my waist as he began to push his hand into my pants. My body yearned for him more than ever, and my pussy pulsated with the need to have him inside of me. But just then, my phone began to ring making me pull back in fear. I looked over at the screen in a hurry. My heart skipped in my ch

EMMA. The sound that hit my head wasn’t just a slap; it was the crack of a whip, a sharp, wet thud that echoed against the cold marble of the foyer. The force of it didn't just sting, it shattered the air in my lungs, sending me spiraling backward until my spine collided with the sharp edge of the mahogany console table. I collapsed onto the floor, my vision blurring into a dizzying swirl of white heat and jagged shadows. My cheek didn’t just burn; it throbbed with a rhythmic, sickening pulse that felt like molten lead being poured under my skin. I tasted copper the metallic tang of blood where my teeth had sliced into the inside of my lip. Above me, Richard loomed. He wasn't a man in that moment; he was a monster. The expensive designer suit he wore couldn't hide the monster beneath. His eyes were flickering, a terrifying, strobe-light effect of human brown and the predatory, radioactive gold of his wolf. The beast was clawing at the surface, eager to finish what the man had

HERTH. The air in the bathroom was thick and heavy with steam, but I didn’t care about the heat. My mind was completely consumed by one thing, and one thing only: her. I wanted her. I was starving for her, and the hunger inside my chest was like a wild animal trying to claw its way out of my ribs. I didn’t just want to touch her; I wanted to claim her completely. I wanted to press my lips against hers until she couldn't breathe, to leave my deep mark on her skin so the whole world would know she belonged to me, and to take her right there against the cold tiles.Driven by the pure, blinding heat in my veins, I moved in close. I trapped her body between my chest and the hard wall. I didn’t wait for her permission. I leaned my weight forward, grinding my rock-hard length directly against her hips, letting her feel exactly what she did to me. I wanted her to feel my size, my power, and the absolute control I thought I had over her.“Can you feel that.” She gasped as I pushed my length

My secretary, Brian, walked up to my desk, holding a file. The look on his face was tight, hesitant. When he opened his mouth and spoke the words, it felt like a bucket of ice-water was thrown directly onto my chest, turning into immediate, burning rage.He told me that the girl, my girl, was actually an escort. He said that was the real reason we had crossed paths in the first place.I sat back in my chair, my mind spinning as anger gripped my throat. An escort? How could that be possible? Her brother, Richard, was rich. I knew his business; he had money. How could his sister be selling herself to other men? Was she doing this for money? Was she that desperate for cash, or did she just want to do it?The very thought of it made my blood boil. I was so incredibly pissed off. The idea of her sleeping with other men for money, letting strangers lay their dirty hands on her skin, made me want to rip the world apart. Her precious fucking skin. I want to rip the hands of the men who have