Lahat ng Kabanata ng Tie Me Up Daddy: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

Seraphina's POV"Stop lying to me, Sera."Sterling's voice cut through the air behind me. I heard his footsteps quicken, then felt his hand close around my wrist, spinning me back to face him."You don't know Lorenzo Vitale." His eyes searched my face, looking for the crack in my armor. "You can't. A girl like you? In his world? It's impossible."I said nothing. Let him draw his own conclusions."Whatever game you're playing, it won't work." He released my wrist and reached into his pocket, pulling out something small and rectangular. "But I'm a patient man. I can wait."A room key.He pressed it into my palm, his fingers lingering against my skin."Three days." His voice dropped to something almost tender. "Think about my offer. Really think about it. And when you're ready to stop pretending you have other options—" He closed my fingers around the key. "—come find me."I stared at the plastic card. Gold lettering. The name of some expensive hotel."Suite 1408." He stepped back, adjus

Lorenzo's POVThe list of problems Vivienne had created was longer than I expected.First, the faculty. Three professors who had witnessed the demonstration. Two administrators who had helped organize the ceremony. A handful of teaching assistants who had been whispering about grade irregularities for weeks.Easy enough to handle. A few phone calls. A few donations to the university's endowment fund. A few quiet reminders about the benefits of discretion.Then, the parents. The investors who had seen everything unfold in real time. The society wives who loved nothing more than fresh gossip.Harder, but not impossible. My business connections ran deep. A word here, a favor there, and memories would conveniently fade.But the real problem—the one I couldn't solve with money or threats—was that stubborn little girl.Seraphina Ashford.I leaned back in the car seat, rubbing my temples.Where did she get the courage to challenge my daughter in public? To stand in front of hundreds of peopl

Seraphina's POVWho does he think he is?The question burned through my mind as I sat there, gasping, tears and saliva dripping down my chin. My throat ached. My jaw throbbed. And somewhere deep in my core, a heat I didn't want to acknowledge pulsed with every heartbeat.My father?The thought was absurd. Humiliating. And yet—I pressed my thighs together involuntarily.No. No, no, no.What was wrong with me? He'd just violated my mouth with his fingers. Held me down while I gagged and cried. Threatened me with something worse.I should be terrified. Furious. Plotting my escape.Instead, my body was betraying me in ways I couldn't understand. The silk nightgown suddenly felt too thin, too revealing. Every nerve ending seemed to tingle with awareness. And between my legs—Oh God.I was wet.The realization hit me like a bucket of ice water. I could feel it—the slick warmth spreading through my core, soaking into the silk where it pressed against my most intimate places. My body had resp

Seraphina's POVI couldn't sleep.Every time I closed my eyes, I felt his fingers in my mouth. The pressure. The heat. The way he'd held my head in place like I was nothing more than a toy for his amusement.I pressed my face into the pillow, groaning.This was insane. I'd dated Sterling for two years. Two years of sweet words and patient kisses and waiting for something that never quite ignited. He'd been handsome. Attentive. Everything a girl was supposed to want.And I'd never felt anything close to this.This obsession. This madness. This constant, gnawing awareness of a man who treated me like a disobedient child.I rolled onto my back, staring at the dark ceiling.This was his room. His bed.What did he do in here? Did he bring women to this estate? Did he tie them to this very bed, the way he'd tied me at the club?Stop it.I squeezed my eyes shut, but the images kept coming. Lorenzo, shirtless, his broad shoulders blocking out the light. Lorenzo, leaning over some faceless wom

Seraphina's POVHis fingers were gentle on my temple.Too gentle.My skin flushed hot wherever he touched.Stop it. Stop reacting like this.But my body refused to listen. A small tremor ran through me, and I knew—I knew—he noticed.Lorenzo's hand stilled."Cold?" His voice was low. Amused."No.""Then why are you shaking?"I couldn't meet his eyes. "I'm not.""Liar." His thumb traced one last circle, deliberately slow. "Get some rest, little one. You'll need your strength for what's coming."Then he stood and walked out.Just like that.I stared at the closed door, my heart still pounding.Hadn't what? Touched you more? Kissed you? Thrown you down on this bed and—I buried my face in the pillow and screamed.-The morning of the golf event arrived bright and clear.I positioned myself by the window, peering down at t