Semua Bab ALL YOURS, DADDY: Bab 221 - Bab 230

Elena lay motionless in the dark beside her sleeping husband, the sheets still faintly smelling of sex — not just theirs, but *hers*. Lila’s scent lingered on Rhys’s skin like a taunt. Her sister’s cheap, sweet perfume mixed with the unmistakable musk of fresh cum and pussy.Her heart hammered. Her mind was a storm of razor-sharp contradictions.*How could you, Lila? My own blood. The girl I protected, spoiled, and loved. Now you’re spreading your legs for my husband like a desperate back-alley whore.*Rage burned hot in her chest. She wanted to wake Rhys up and slap him. She wanted to storm into Lila’s apartment and drag her by the hair, force her to admit what a filthy homewrecker she was.But her body betrayed her completely.Her pussy was soaked. Aching. Throbbing with a need so intense it made her thighs tremble under the covers. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw it again: Rhys’s thick, veiny cock slamming into Lila’s dripping cunt against their living room wall. The way he

“That’s right. Take this married cock like the homewrecking whore you are,” he growled, leaning over her back. “Imagine if Damien knew his cute little office crush was getting railed by her boss — her own brother-in-law — every fucking day.”The filthy words sent Lila spiraling. Her mind was pure filth: *I’m such a nasty slut. Bent over like this while my sister is probably at home planning their anniversary. And I don’t even care. I just want more.*Rhys fucked her harder, the table creaking dangerously under them. “You’re going to cum on my cock right now. And you’re going to scream my name loud enough that the whole floor hears who this cunt really belongs to.”Lila shattered. Her orgasm ripped through her like lightning, pussy gushing and squirting around his pistoning shaft as she cried out his name over and over. Her legs shook violently, juices dripping down her thighs.But Rhys wasn’t finished.He pulled out suddenly, spun her around, and lifted her onto the table. Spreading h

Lila stood frozen in front of the elevator, her pulse hammering in her throat. Damien was so close she could smell his cologne — something crisp and expensive that made her head spin. His green eyes were locked on hers with that hungry, confident stare, like he already knew exactly how she’d sound moaning his name.*Fuck. He’s dangerous. Rhys just pumped me full of cum an hour ago and here I am, getting wet again for this charming bastard.*“I… I don’t know, Damien,” she whispered, her voice breathier than she intended. Her pussy clenched at the memory of Rhys bending her over the conference table, but Damien’s words — *I’d work you even harder* — sent a fresh gush of arousal into her already soaked core. “Rhys keeps me pretty busy…”Damien smirked, stepping even closer until her back pressed against the cool elevator doors. One of his hands braced beside her head, caging her in without quite touching. “That’s exactly my point, beautiful. He works you. I’d *worship* you.”His free han

Lila barely made it through dinner with Damien. Every innocent brush of his hand under the table, every lingering look, had her thighs clenched tight, her pussy still throbbing and leaking from the day’s earlier sins. By the time they reached his sleek, modern apartment, the tension between them was thick enough to choke on.Damien didn’t rush.He poured them both a glass of wine, then slowly backed her against the floor-to-ceiling window overlooking the glittering city. His hands explored her body with deliberate patience — sliding up her sides, cupping her breasts through her blouse, thumbs circling her stiff nipples until she was whimpering.“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” he murmured against her neck, kissing and sucking lightly as he unbuttoned her blouse one torturous button at a time. “Every time you came out of Caldwell’s office looking freshly fucked, it made me want to claim you even more.”Lila’s breath hitched. *He knows. He can probably still smell Rhys on m

Serena Vale stood at the edge of the sleek rooftop bar, the warm night breeze teasing the hem of her short black dress. The city lights sparkled far below like scattered diamonds, but her mind wasn’t on the view. It had been a long, suffocating week of boardrooms and fake smiles, and tonight she wanted something real. Something dangerous.She sipped her martini slowly, the cool glass pressed against her lower lip, when she felt it — that heavy, unmistakable weight of someone watching her.He was standing a few feet away, leaning against the glass railing with casual power. Tall. Broad shoulders filling out a perfectly tailored black shirt. Dark hair slightly tousled by the wind. A strong, sharp jaw and eyes that looked like they could see straight through her carefully constructed armor.He didn’t smile. He just stared.Serena’s pulse quickened. She turned her head slightly, pretending to admire the skyline, but every nerve in her body was suddenly alive. The air between them felt cha