Semua Bab ALL YOURS, DADDY: Bab 171 - Bab 180

**LILA’S POV**The final night at Velvet Chains felt like the end of one life and the beginning of another.The club was closed to the public, but a small, trusted group of members had been invited — people Jax had known for years, people who understood the sacred weight of a collaring ceremony. The main floor was dimly lit with deep crimson and gold, candles flickering on every surface, soft leather couches arranged in a loose circle around the raised platform in the center.I stood backstage with Jax, heart hammering so hard I could feel it in my throat.I wore nothing but a sheer black lace robe that barely covered anything, the black silk blood-vow ribbon tied around my throat like a promise. My nipples were already tight, my pussy slick and aching with anticipation.Jax stood behind me, fully dressed in a tailored black shirt and pants, but his hands were gentle as they rested on my shoulders.“You don’t have to do this,” he whispered, lips brushing my ear. “We can keep it privat

LILA’S POVRyan came back two hours later.The front door slammed so hard the walls shook. Jax and I were still in the kitchen — I was sitting on the island, legs wrapped around his waist, his thick cock buried deep inside me as he fucked me slow and deep, forehead pressed to mine, whispering how much he loved me between kisses.We both froze the second we heard the door.Jax didn’t pull out immediately. He stayed buried to the hilt, one hand gripping my hip possessively, the other cupping the back of my head as he looked into my eyes.“Whatever happens,” he murmured, voice low and rough, “you’re mine. I love you. Nothing he says changes that.”I nodded, heart racing, my pussy still fluttering around his thick length.Ryan stormed into the kitchen and stopped dead.His eyes widened, face twisting with a mix of rage, betrayal, and disgust as he took in the sight — me on the kitchen island, shirt rucked up to my waist, legs around his best friend, Jax’s cock clearly buried inside me.“W

LILA’S POV**The next morning felt like walking through a minefield.Ryan was already in the kitchen when I came downstairs, nursing a cup of black coffee, staring out at the ocean with a tight jaw. Jax stood a few feet away, leaning against the counter, arms crossed, looking every bit the dangerous man he was — but his eyes softened the second they landed on me.The tension in the room was thick enough to choke on.Ryan looked up first. His gaze flicked between us — me in Jax’s oversized shirt, Jax still shirtless with fresh marks on his neck from my nails the night before.“You two really didn’t waste any time after I left yesterday, huh?” Ryan said, voice flat but edged with pain.Jax straightened, but before he could speak, I stepped forward.“Ryan… I’m sorry you had to see that,” I said softly. “I've said this before, but.... I’m not sorry for loving him. I told you I’ve loved Jax for years. The night he pushed me away when I was seventeen broke something in me. Then Daniel came

TRIGGER WARNING: Doctor/Patient Read at your own risk *NOVA’S POVThe first thing I felt was a hand between my thighs.Not gentle nor hesitant. Two thick, gloved fingers sliding slowly through my slick folds, parting me open like I already belonged to him.My eyes fluttered open, vision blurry from the drugs still pumping through my veins. The room was dim, luxurious — private, expensive, nothing like a normal hospital. And looming over me was the most dangerously beautiful man I’d ever seen.Dr. Elias Crowe.He stood beside my bed in a crisp white coat, stethoscope around his neck, dark eyes locked on my exposed pussy with clinical hunger. His fingers continued their slow exploration, circling my clit with maddening precision before dipping lower to push just the tips inside my entrance.“You’re awake,” he murmured, voice deep and velvet-smooth, completely unbothered that he had two fingers inside his patient. “Good. I need you conscious for this examination.”I tried to move, b

NOVA’S POVI was losing my mind.Three days in Dr. Elias Crowe’s private medical wing had turned me into a trembling, aching mess. My body was healing faster than expected, but my mind was completely broken — consumed by him. By his hands. By his voice. By the way he looked at me like I was something he owned.He came to me every few hours.Sometimes for “vitals.” Sometimes for “mobility checks.” Always with that calm, authoritative tone that made my pussy clench before he even touched me.This morning was different.He entered the room in his white coat, sleeves rolled up to expose those powerful forearms, and locked the door behind him with a soft click that sent heat flooding between my legs.“Today we begin proper therapy,” he said, voice low and smooth. “Your body is responding well, but I need to ensure every part of you is functioning at its peak. Especially here.”He pulled the sheet down slowly, exposing my naked body. My nipples were already tight. My thighs parted instincti