All Chapters of DDD: Daddies Dirty Desire: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The next night the house felt heavier, like it was holding its breath. Angel waited until the clock ticked past one a.m. before she slipped into the bathroom. She turned the water on hot—let steam fill the small space until the mirror fogged over and the air turned thick. She left the door unlocked. Wide open, actually. An invitation she didn’t need to speak.She stepped under the spray. Water pounded her shoulders, ran in hot rivers down her breasts, her stomach, between her thighs. She lathered soap between her palms—slow, deliberate—then cupped her breasts. Fingers circled her nipples, slippery and teasing, pinching lightly until they pebbled tight. She arched her back a little, letting the water cascade over her curves, knowing exactly what she was doing.She heard the floor creak outside. Didn’t flinch. Just kept soaping—hands sliding lower, over her belly, then between her legs. Fingers parting her folds, rubbing slow circles over her clit. Her breath hitched, but she didn’t sto

The house was dead quiet after eleven. Their parents had gone to bed hours ago—upstairs doors closed, lights off, the faint creak of the old floorboards settling into silence. Down in the living room, the TV glowed low, some late-night thriller playing with the volume barely above a whisper. Marcus sat on the couch in nothing but loose gray sweatpants, legs spread, one arm draped along the backrest. He wasn’t watching the screen. His mind was elsewhere—on the soft footsteps he’d heard padding down the hall earlier, on the way the air always felt thicker when she was near.The rug in front of the couch was thick, soft, the color of warm caramel. Angel appeared at the edge of the light—bare legs first, then the hem of his old black t-shirt that swallowed her frame. It hit mid-thigh, sleeves rolled, neckline slipping off one shoulder. She wore nothing underneath. Hair loose, messy from tossing in bed. Big eyes catching the blue flicker from the TV as she looked up at him.“Can I sit with

Anna couldn’t sleep. The house felt too big, too empty without her father’s voice booming through the halls. He was gone again—another business trip, another week of silence. She tossed in silk sheets for an hour before giving up. Moonlight poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows, turning the pool outside into liquid silver.She slipped into a tiny black bikini—two scraps of fabric held together by strings, barely enough to cover her nipples, nothing hiding the curve of her ass. Hair loose down her back. Bare feet on cool marble as she padded through the dark living room, past the security monitors, out the glass doors.The night air kissed her skin. She dove in—clean slice through the water, body cutting like a blade. Surfaced at the far end, hair slicked back, water streaming down her breasts, beading on the thin fabric over her hard nipples.Burno stood on the pool deck.Night patrol. Black t-shirt stretched tight across his wide chest, cargo pants slung low on his hips, holste

The house slept heavy at midnight. Anna’s father snored down the hall—deep, even breaths behind closed doors. The hallway lights were off, only the faint blue glow from the security panel lighting the way. Anna slipped into the master bathroom—her father’s bathroom, technically—because the shower here was bigger, the water hotter, the steam thicker. She left the door unlocked. Didn’t even bother closing it all the way.She turned the water on scalding. Steam rose fast, fogging the mirrors, curling around her like smoke. She stripped—red silk robe pooling on the marble floor—stepped under the spray. Hot water pounded her shoulders, ran in rivers down her breasts, her stomach, between her thighs. She lathered soap slowly—hands sliding over her nipples, circling until they pebbled tight, then lower, fingers parting her folds, rubbing lazy circles over her clit. Not rushing. Just feeling. Knowing he’d come.Burno walked in without knocking.He’d heard the water from the hallway—knew it wa

Riley’s phone buzzed at 10:47 p.m. Dad’s text: Forgot my laptop on my desk. Can you grab it? Building’s open till 11. Security knows you. Thanks, kid.She rolled her eyes but got up anyway. Threw on the short black dress she’d worn earlier “just because”—tight through the hips, low neck, hem barely covering her ass. No bra. Thin black thong. Hair loose down her back. Grabbed her keys and drove to the glass tower downtown.Security waved her through the lobby like she owned the place. Elevator ride up to the 42nd floor was quiet—only the soft ding when the doors opened. The executive wing was dark except for the corner suite. Glass walls. City lights glittering far below like fallen stars.Victor Kane was still there.He sat behind the massive desk—shirt sleeves rolled to his elbows, tie loosened, glass of scotch sweating in his hand. Dark hair streaked with silver at the temples, jaw sharp enough to cut. He looked up when she stepped inside. Didn’t smile. Just watched her cross the ca