All Chapters of Daddy You Are Mine Forever : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The Imperial SuiteVITOThe Imperial Suite was the heartbeat of the Temptation Lounge, a place where the air was thick with the scent of lilies and sweat. It was a room designed for the ultimate exchange of power. Tonight, the lights were a deep purple, reflecting off the gold-leafed walls and the massive, circular bed that dominated the center of the space.I stood in the center of the room, my skin humming with a fresh dose of the aphrodisiac Ryker had administered. Ryker had decided that I'd go with something different today and so, I was in a racy nurse bodysuit costume. The spandex tighter than ever, the silver collar around my neck glinting in the low light. My heart hammered against my ribs when the door opened.Ryker walked in, followed by a man I never expected to see in a place like this. Professor Han. The man who had once praised my intellect was now staring at my exposed hips and the ridiculous costume with a mixture of shock and hunger."Professor," Ryker purred, his han

Blood and AlchemyJULIUS The Forbidden Archives lay beneath the foundations of the palace and Dorian led the way with his torch.“Who even goes here?” I coughed, fighting the dust as we walked down the stairs.“Do you want to keep Rowan at your side forever or not?” Dorian turned around to face me briefly. He was crankier than usual.“Sheesh. I get it,” I sighed. “Now, continue walking.”He stopped before a shelf that looked like it hadn't been touched since the reign of my great-grandfather. I don't know why I doubted that this text ever existed but then again, I wasn't studious enough to stand my ground like Dorian."Here," Dorian whispered, pulling out a cylinder of blackened silver. He unscrewed the cap and slid out a scroll of vellum that looked more like dried flesh than paper.He spread it out on a stone table, and I leaned in. The ink was a dark, rust-brown—the color of old blood. The illustrations were graphic, depicting the Royal line’s unique ability to act as a 'Life-Give

The Five-Day HeatJULIUSThe heavy oak doors of my bedchamber clicked shut as I walked in with Rowan slung over my shoulders. I didn't call for the servants. I didn't need them to see the ruin I had made of the Kingdom’s most formidable warrior.Rowan was barely upright. His head hung low, his silver pauldrons clashing together as he shivered. The flush had moved from his neck to his entire face, a deep crimson that signaled the potion’s total victory over his body. He smelled of jasmine, sweat, and that cloyingly sweet wine—a scent that was quickly being replaced by something musky."Julius... please..." he gasped. "The physician... I think... I’m dying.""You aren't dying, Rowan," I whispered, guiding him toward the massive, fur-draped bed. "You’re just finally waking up."I shoved him down onto the silk sheets. The Captain of the Guard, a man who could take on five assassins without breaking a sweat, collapsed like a marionette with its strings cut. He began to claw at his own thro

The Final NightJULIUS The five-day cycle was coming to an end and though a bit sad, I had no regrets and I knew my efforts would pay off. Rowan lay in the center of the bed, a tangle of limbs and damp silk. He was a shadow of the man who had guarded my door five days ago. His skin was pale where I hadn't marked it and a bruised red where I had. As the sun began to go down, I saw his eyelids flicker.For the first time since the banquet, a spark of true consciousness returned to his gaze. The hazy, potion-induced fog was retreating. He looked at his own nakedness, then at me, and finally at the state of the room."Julius..." he croaked, his voice raw from five days of screaming my name. He tried to sit up, but his muscles failed him, his arms shaking until he collapsed back into the pillows. "What have you done? My God... what have we done?""I fulfilled a promise, Rowan," I said, sitting on the edge of the mattress. I reached out to stroke his cheek, but he flinched—a stinging reje

Pregnancy Announcement JULIUS I had been counting the days. Twenty-eight, to be exact.From my balcony, I had watched Rowan every single morning. I saw the way his shoulders started to slump, the way he would pause to lean against a stone wall when he thought no one was looking, and the way he looked like he was fighting his body just to be present for duty.He was stubborn. I knew he would try to ignore it. He probably thought he could just out-train the life I had planted in him. But you can’t fight magic with a sword, and you can’t ignore a Royal Seed once it starts to grow."He looks pale today," Dorian said, standing a few steps behind me."I'd be lying to say I don't feel a bit guilty," I replied with a sigh, followed by a shrug.“You don't sound like someone who's guilty though,” Dorian twisted his lips.“That's why I said “a bit”. I didn't have much of a choice,” I defended myself.Down on the field, Rowan was leading a group of recruits through an endurance drill. The sun w