All Chapters of Daddies Taste Better : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Trigger Warnings Dub-con°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･The next morning, I stood across from her Williamsburg loft, collar of my black overcoat turned up against the biting wind, blending into the shadows of a closed coffee shop. Reyes’ team had confirmed she was out, hitting a rooftop party in SoHo with her influencer pals. Wouldn’t be back until after midnight, maybe later if she hooked up with some trust-fund douchebag.Perfect.I crossed the street casually, gloved hands in my pockets. The building’s keypad was laughably basic—a four-digit code Reyes had lifted from her email receipts. 0714. Her birthday, probably. People were so fucking predictable. The door buzzed open, and I slipped inside, taking the stairs two at a time to the third floor. No cameras in the hallways, guess this place prioritized “creative vibes” over security.Her door—3C—was secured with a smart lock, but I’d come prepared. A quick scan with the device from my case, and it clicked open. I stepped inside, closing the door s

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ The morning light sliced through the penthouse windows like a hangover headache, unforgiving, and way too bright. I’d gotten back sometime after three, showered off the night’s residue, and collapsed into bed still tasting sweat, and Amelia’s fear. Sleep had been shallow, fractured by flashes of her bound body, the welts I’d left, the way she’d whimpered even after I’d cut her loose. When I finally dragged myself out of bed at ten-thirty, the place was spotless—Mrs. Alvarez had worked her magic. I was halfway through a black coffee and my second cigarette when the private elevator chimed. I hadn’t buzzed anyone up, but only a handful of people had the new code. The doors slid open and Ellis stepped out, carrying two paper bags from my favorite deli on the corner of 78th. “Morning, sunshine,” he announced, way too loud for my skull. “Or should I say afternoon? Figured you’d be nursing the mother of all hangovers, so I come bearing gifts.” He lifted the bags like tro

THEA°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ I couldn’t believe he’d said yes. When I’d blurted it out two nights ago—curled against his chest in the dark, heart racing from another round of slow, devastating sex—I’d expected hesitation. A gentle deflection. Maybe a “we need to be careful” or “not yet.” Instead, Gage had tilted my chin up, looked me straight in the eye, and said, “Pick a night. I’ll make it happen.” Just like that. No debate. No lecture about risks or Noah or the twenty-year age gap. Just quiet certainty, like taking me on a real date was the most natural thing in the world. And now here we were. He’d chosen a tiny Italian place tucked away in the arts district, a trio playing quiet jazz in the corner after a dinner date in La Bernardin. The place wasn’t over-the-top glamour. No flashing cameras or stuffy Michelin stars. Just warm, low light and the smell of garlic and rosemary and something that felt almost… normal. Except nothing about this felt normal. I was on a date with G

I bit down on my own knuckles to stay silent, tears of overwhelming pleasure pricking my eyes. He wrapped one arm around my waist, the other hand sliding up to grip my hair, tilting my head back so he could kiss me—deep, filthy, swallowing every sound I couldn’t hold back.He picked up the pace, hips snapping up to meet mine, the leather seat creaking under us. I was close again, embarrassingly fast and he knew it.“That’s it,” he whispered. “Come on my cock again. Be my good girl.”I shattered a second time, harder than the first, whole body shaking as I clenched around him. He followed seconds later, thrusting deep and staying there, groaning my name low against my throat.We stayed like that for a long minute—him still inside me, arms wrapped tight, both of us breathing hard. Eventually he lifted me gently, helping me fix my clothes with careful hands, pressing soft kisses to my temple, my cheek, my lips.“You okay?” he asked quietly.I nodded, face still burning. “Yeah. Just… go

I slipped into the guest bathroom and locked the door behind me, leaning against it for a long moment like the wood could hold the world out. My skin still felt too tight, too hot, and prickly like the confrontation with Noah had left a layer of static under it. I turned on the shower as hot as I could stand it, letting the room fill with steam until the mirror fogged completely. Only then did I strip off my clothes, dropping them in a careless pile on the marble floor. The air was thick and humid, the water roaring like white noise to drown out everything else.I stepped under the spray and let it pound against my shoulders, my neck, my face. For a minute I just stood there, eyes closed, trying to wash the night away. The date. The perfection of it. The car. The way Gage had taken me apart in the backseat like I was the only thing that mattered in the world. And then… Noah. My hands moved on autopilot, reaching for the body wash, lathering it over my arms, my stomach, my brea