บททั้งหมดของ All Yours: The Daddy Diaries: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 7

The morning sun streamed through the tall windows, but Emma barely noticed. Her body still tingled from the night before, and every nerve screamed Adrian’s name.Adrian was already awake when she stumbled into the kitchen, dressed sharply in a fitted suit, but there was a dangerous calm in the way he moved. He didn’t say good morning. “Sit,” he commanded softly, gesturing to the chair across from him.Emma obeyed instantly. Her heart raced even at the simple word.“You slept well?” he asked casually, though his eyes betrayed him.“I… yes,” she said, trying not to remember the bruises and bites. Her voice was small. Vulnerable.Adrian leaned back, steepling his fingers. “Good. You will need to be attentive today. Obedience isn’t just for the bedroom.”Emma’s stomach flipped. She wasn’t sure if it was fear, excitement, or the constant pull he had over her.“Daddy,” she whispered, “what do you mean?”He smiled faintly. “I mean,” he said, “that every choice you make from now on… affects

Emma didn’t know if her heart was racing from fear, anticipation, or the way Adrian’s gaze always seemed to see right through her. Adrian appeared suddenly, standing in the doorway, suit crisp, aura sharp, and commanding. He didn’t knock. His eyes locked on hers, and something inside her clenched.“Emma,” he said softly, almost dangerously, “you have been entertaining someone else’s attention.”Her stomach flipped. “I—”“You haven’t been careful,” he interrupted, stepping closer. “I can see every glance, every reaction. You think you are subtle, but I know.”“I—no, Daddy, it is nothing!” she protested, heat rising in her cheeks.“Is it nothing?” His voice dropped low.He circled her desk like a predator, eyes roaming her figure with intent. “Because I feel it. That little thrill you get when someone else looks at you… it belongs to me to notice. And it belongs to me to punish.”Emma’s breath hitched. “I didn’t—”“You did,” he said softly, but with an edge that made her shiver.“Even

The roar of engines vibrated through Lily’s chest as she stepped into the dimly lit bar. She was twenty-one, reckless, and used to trouble following her. She barely noticed the stares—until the sharp scent of leather and gasoline hit her. Lucas leaned against the bar, arms crossed, eyes scanning the room like a predator. His black leather jacket hugged his broad shoulders, his gaze sharp and dangerous. He didn’t smile, but something about him made Lily’s heart race. She tried to ignore it, focusing on her drink. But when a group of guys got too close, mocking her laugh, Lucas stepped forward. “Hey,” he said, voice low and smooth, but dangerous. The tone alone made Lily’s stomach clench. One of the men scoffed. “What are you gonna do, pretty boy?” Lucas didn’t answer immediately. He simply stepped closer, closing the space between him and the group. His presence was magnetic, terrifying, dominant. The men backed off without a word. Lily’s heart thumped wildly from the awareness