Todos los capítulos de What Daddy Left Behind: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

~ Thea's POVAfter I had spilled all the beans to Stellan about the kind of fantasies I had, he made a promise he had yet to fulfill.And now every single hour that passed by, my pussy would ache.The restaurant Aunt Carol had chosen was exactly the kind of place she loved, pretentious, overly air-conditioned, and filled with people who were more interested in being seen than eating the food.Gross.Le Jardin was a wash of white tablecloths and hushed whispers. I stood at the entrance, smoothing down the front of the modest navy dress I had chosen for the occasion. It was demure, respectable, and the kind of thing my aunt worshipped.And I didn't.Underneath the high neckline, my skin was still sensitive from where Stellan’s beard had grazed me this morning, and underneath my skirt, my thighs still ached from Stellan's grip.It's crazy how much we have been fucking like mad dogs and I didn't care one bit that I want it to continue.I checked my phone one last time.Stellan: The Driver

~ Thea's POVI was moody as hell, and Stellan knew it. "Can you handle it?" he asked me, with an amused smile tugging at the corners of his lips.He was challenging me, and I squeezed his length till he groaned, "Are you daring me? Stellan?" It was a warning, and he replied with a rumble of a laugh vibrating out of his chest.Scraping my nipples.I reached for the buckle of his belt and tugged on it, working on it. "I am going to take the lead tonight."His brow lifted into a questioning look. I knew he was never used to this. He opened his mouth to speak, perhaps to dare me, to degrade me, but I didn't give him the chance. I pulled him and pushed him against the chair I was sitting on before."Sit," I ordered, gesturing to the expansive leather chair behind him.For a heartbeat, the air in the room crackled with tension, and I waited for him. If he wanted to, he could pin me to the chair in seconds and punish me beautifully. But he didn't.A slow, dark smirk curved his lips, a look

~ Thea's POVFinally, the time for my internship to be done had come.The cardboard box on my desk wasn't heavy, but it felt like it weighed a ton. Inside were the remnants of my short-lived corporate life: a few branded pens, a notebook filled with marketing strategies that Stellan had called useless before realizing they were brilliant, and the stress ball I had squeezed to death during board meetings.I stood up, smoothing down my pencil skirt. Around me, the hum of the marketing floor continued, indifferent to my departure. A few of the nicer associates, the ones who hadn't been poisoned by Sarah’s gossip, gave me small, polite waves.They were the real ones I had truly bonded with."Good luck at Columbia, Thea," the receptionist, a sweet girl named Jenny, called out. "Don't forget us when you're running the world."I forced a smile. "I won't. Thanks, Jenny."She was the only one I told about the university I was going to, the rest didn't know. The world must not know of all of you

~ Stellan’s POVI was no where near satiated. I slumped into my office chair, the door locked, blinds drawn tight. The storage room had been a tease, a quick, risky grind that left me aching, not sated. My cock throbbed relentlessly, rock-hard and straining against my zipper like it had a mind of its own, demanding more of her. Thea’s face haunted me: eyes wide and desperate, lips parted in silent pleas, cheeks flushed as I ground into her dirty pussy while that guard lurked outside. Fuck, the way she’d clenched around me, dripping like a needy slut, fighting not to scream.I was beyond mad, I was crazy. I couldn’t wait. Yanked my belt open, shoved my zipper down down just enough to free my dick. It sprang out, thick and veined, the head already slick with precum, angry red and begging. This was all Thea’s POV.I mean I knew she was a needy slut and the only reason her cunt would beg for me was because she wanted my cock. And how could I fucking say no to that?I leaned back in

~ Thea’s POV"Honestly, Maya, breathe," I said, rolling my eyes as the elevator began its smooth, silent ascent. "I didn't know he would spend so lavishly either. I told him a dorm would be fine, but Stellan Vaughn doesn't do 'dorm.' He barely does 'condo.'"That was a poor word for him. Extremely disgusting.A smile painted my face as I remembered the disgust on his face as I explained it, asking why I had to suffer that much abroad."Girl, this isn't a condo, this is a castle, are you sure John f. Kennedy’s descendant doesn’t own this?” Maya whispered, watching the floor numbers tick upward rapidly. "Do you have to salute him when he comes over? Because I might."I actually salute his cock whenever he is before me. The doors slid open with a soft chime, revealing the living room. We stepped out, and even I had to stop breathing for a second.I had expected luxury. I hadn't expected this.The penthouse was a sprawling masterpiece of glass, steel, and pale oak. The living room was b