All Chapters of DIRTY DADDIES: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

AURORA’S POVMy heart has been racing since the first day I walked into Baron Enterprises.I’m just an intern, twenty-four and naive as hell, I know. But from the moment I saw him—Casper Baron—I was a goner.He’s… a lot. Tall, built like he could break you in half, with these dark gray eyes that see right through you. He’s ruthless. Everyone says so. His divorce was finalized six months ago, and from the whispers in the breakroom, it was messy. He came out of it even colder, even more relentless. And God, I couldn’t look away.I’d stay late just to hear the deep rumble of his voice from behind his office door. I’d fantasize in my tiny cubicle, my hand slipping under my desk, imagining it was his. What his voice would sound like, low and demanding in my ear. What those big, capable hands would feel like on my skin. I was obsessed. A stupid, one-sided crush on a man who probably didn’t even know my first name.Until the Halloween gala.The grand ballroom at the Baron Tower was insan

CHAPTER 2: TWO GIANT COCKSLUU’S POVI forced my eyes open and made myself look at him. If I was going to die here—or worse—I wasn't going to die a coward. "If I'm just a vessel to you, why are we even talking? Why not just—"I couldn't finish the sentence. My face was burning. But I gestured weakly toward his lower half, where I was trying very hard not to look.Something changed in his expression. His head tilted slightly, like he was actually considering the question.His lips curved into something that might have been a smile if it wasn't so predatory. "Because I enjoy watching you squirm." His eyes dragged down my body. "Because your fear smells sweet. Because when I finally spread your legs and make you take both of my cocks, I want you wet and ready for it."He leaned even closer, the heat from his body making the air feel thick. "Forcing you would be easy, little scientist. But making you beg?That will be satisfying."My breath hitched, and fingers curled against the wall. "

CHAPTER 1: FINGERED FOR DINNER KIM’S POVMy name is Kim, and until last night, I was a good girl.I had a boyfriend, Mark. We’d been together since senior year of high school. He was sweet, safe. He kissed me with closed lips and his hands always stayed respectfully on my waist.We’d tried to have sex a few times in his dorm room, but it was always fumbling and awkward, ending with him finishing too quickly and me lying there in the dark, staring at the ceiling, wondering if the fluttering, aching emptiness between my legs was all there was.I was a virgin in every way that mattered.My brother, Jake, is five years older than me. His three best friends—Mason, Reece, and Joel—have been a part of my life since I was a gangly twelve-year-old with braces. They were gods to me. Hockey stars. Titans who filled our house with their loud laughter, their sprawling limbs, and a scent that was purely, intensely male.Mason was the captain. Tall, with dark, intense eyes and a wicked authority

CHAPTER 3: FUCKING THE BRATKIM’S POVIf I thought one night with them would get them out of my system, I was a fucking idiot.The next day, sitting in the library, my brain was pure static. My pussy was still throbbing, a sore, delicious reminder of how Mason had stretched me open, how Reece had filled my mouth, how Joel’s big hands had left bruises on my hips. Every time I shifted in the stupid leather chair, a little spark of memory would zing through me. I was trying to read about macroeconomic theory, but all I could see was the possessive, hungry look in their eyes.Ours.The word was a brand. I should have been scared. Ashamed. My boyfriend, Mark, had texted me three times this morning. All I’d sent back was a thumbs-up emoji. The thought of his fumbling, polite hands on me now made my skin crawl. He’d never made me feel like this—like a used, well-fucked, complete slut.I was a brat. I knew it. And after last night, I felt like I’d been unleashed.The top floor of the lib

CHAPTER 1: DADDY’S FIRST LESSONWILLOW’S POVThe relentless pounding started just after midnight.Thump. Thump. Thump.It was the sound of my mom's headboard slamming against the wall we shared, a primal, savage rhythm that made my pussy throb and my nipples harden instantly.I was supposed to be asleep, my geometry textbook open and forgotten on my bed. But I was pressed against the wall, my ear to the cool plaster, my breath coming in shallow, hungry pants.Then I heard his voice.“Take it. Take every fucking inch.”My stepdad, Nikolai. His voice was a low, animalistic growl that shot straight to my clit, a vibration that made my pussy lips swell and my hips buck. My hand slipped under the waistband of my soaked cotton shorts, my fingers finding my clit, already throbbing and slick.“Oh fuck, Nikolai! Right there!” My mom’s cry was shrill, fake as hell. I knew it was fake. She didn’t deserve the raw, primal fuck he was giving her.I closed my eyes, imagining it was me in that room.