Semua Bab PLEASE ME, DADDY: 50 SHADES OF DESIRE: Bab 141 - Bab 150

Sofia almost turned around when she reached the front door.Music rattled the windows. Someone inside laughed too loud. The bass hit like a second heartbeat. She adjusted her jacket, checked her phone—no new messages—and told herself she was being dramatic.It was just a birthday party.She stepped inside.The heat hit first. Bodies packed shoulder to shoulder, people shouting over the music, cups raised, someone dancing on a couch like gravity was optional. Sofia moved through the crowd, nodding at people she barely knew, scanning for the host.And then she felt it.That sharp pull in her chest. The instinctive awareness that someone was looking at her.She looked up.Harry.He was by the kitchen counter, half-turned toward the room, talking to someone Sofia didn’t recognize. He looked… different. Taller. Broader. Like someone who had grown into himself. But his posture—relaxed, careless, like he belonged anywhere he stood—was exactly the same.Her stomach dropped.Of course he’d be

The window exploded before I could scream.Alex’s hand crushed around my wrist and yanked me backward just as glass sprayed the air like shrapnel.“Down,” he growled.I hit the floor hard. Another gunshot rang out, loud enough to rattle my bones.“You dragged me here!” I shouted over the noise.“I told you not to come back,” he snapped, already moving.Silver flashed in his eyes for half a heartbeat—too fast for humans to notice, too slow for me to miss.Footsteps thundered outside the penthouse door.Alex straightened, shoulders squared. “Stay behind me.”I scoffed. “You don’t own that position anymore.”The door burst open.Alex moved like death itself—one second standing, the next slamming the intruder into the wall. The crack of bone was sharp and final.Silence followed.My lungs remembered how to work.“You could’ve been killed,” I said.Alex turned slowly. “So could you.”“You’re a billionaire werewolf Alpha,” I snapped. “Aren’t you supposed to have guards?”“I sent them away.”

I was sitting on my beat-up couch, staring at the empty fridge in my tiny apartment. Rent was due two weeks ago, and I had nothing. Not a dime. My job at the warehouse had cut my hours, and bills were piling up like trash in the alley. I was 25, single, and desperate. The knock on the door made my stomach twist. I knew who it was. Mr. Harlan, my landlord. He was this big guy in his 40s, always wearing those cheap suits that hung loose on his gut. I dragged myself to the door and opened it.'Liam, where's my rent?' he barked, pushing past me into the living room. His face was red, eyes narrow like he was ready to throw me out right then.'You've been dodging me for days. I can't keep this up. Pay or pack.'I swallowed hard, my heart pounding. 'Mr. Harlan, I swear, I'm good for it. Just need a little more time. Work's been slow.'Lies. I had no plan. But then, looking at him standing there, all sweaty and frustrated, an idea hit me. Something crazy. I'd heard stories, guys doing stuff l

The rain pounded against the windows like it was trying to break into the house, hard and relentless. Thunder rumbled deep in the sky, shaking the whole place a bit, making the lights flicker now and then. It was one of those wild stormy nights where everything outside looked blurry and dark, except for the quick flashes of lightning that lit up the yard like daytime for a split second. My sister, Emily, had called it a night early because she had to be up for work at dawn.She was beat from the day, and with the weather turning nasty, she didn't want to drive home. Her best friend, Sarah, was staying over too. Sarah had shown up after some late party with Emily, and now she was bunked on the couch in the living room downstairs. The storm had picked up so bad that Emily wouldn't let her leave.I'd been eyeing Sarah for months, really. She was the same age as Emily, 22, with that long brown hair that hung in soft waves down her back, always catching the light just right. Her eyes were

I watched everything, mesmerized. Her full breasts jiggled with every push, swaying side to side, nipples brushing my thighs sometimes. Her throat bulged visibly when I went deep, the outline of my cock showing under her skin for a second. Mascara ran in black streaks down her cheeks, mixing with the spit and tears, making her look wrecked, used—but so fucking sexy. Her lips were stretched wide around my thickness, red and swollen from the friction. I picked up the pace, fucking her mouth steady now, my hips snapping forward. My balls slapped against her chin with wet smacks, heavy and full, swinging with the rhythm.Thunder boomed loud outside, rattling the windows, covering the sloppy, gagging noises she made—those gluck-gluck sounds that drove me insane, making my cock twitch harder in her throat. She was choking a bit, her breaths coming in short gasps through her nose when I pulled back enough, but I didn't let up.“That's it, good girl,” I groaned, my free hand reaching down to