All Chapters of HER FORBIDDEN DADDIES: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

CHAPTER ONE Your name is Lila Hart. You are twenty-nine years old. You have also come to realize you’re the woman every man on the forty-second floor pretends not to stare at when you walk to the printer. You have worked for Gabriel Wolff for four years, three months, and eleven days. You know because you still mark the anniversary in the corner of your planner the way other people mark birthdays. It is your dream company, only because they pay you ten times more than an average secretary’s salary. How many secretaries do you know can afford the things you can? To put their sick parents in a top notch nursing home, and send their younger siblings to good colleges? None. You can’t think of any.But here’s something you know:You know the Friday Lottery started as a drunken joke at the 2019 Christmas party and somehow turned into a sacred tradition. That was a few months before your employment, but you know the history. They told you the second you became “the tribute”. You know th

You wake on the rug with his cum still leaking out of you, the plug still seated deep in your ass, and the taste of him lingering on your tongue. Dawn is a thin gray blade at the windows. The city below is just beginning to stir, but up here, time moves differently.Gabriel is already dressed—black trousers, black shirt open at the throat, sleeves rolled to his elbows the way you like. The ink on his forearms catches the pale light as he crouches beside you and brushes the hair from your face with surprising gentleness."Up, darling. We have thirty-eight names left to kill."Your body is a map of last night. Welts bloom purple across your ass. Bite marks dot your breasts. The Sharpie is smeared but still legible down your back—thirty-eight names waiting to be erased. Your throat is raw from screaming, your cunt swollen and tender.And still, the moment his fingers touch your cheek, fresh slick gathers between your thighs.You are ruined for anyone else. You think you always have been.

SOPHIALa Cima was a masterpiece, not that I had expected any less. Okay. I was in the middle of nowhere. Maybe I had.But there was something off about the atmosphere as soon as I walked in with him. Despite the warm, cozy atmosphere and the relaxing aura it had, the emptiness was deep, strange, and disturbing.There were no people walking around or staff going about their duty. It was just the both of us. That wasn’t the only strange thing. The place felt almost abandoned.Still, I said nothing. I was done overthinking. This time, I was determined to enjoy my time in this haven no matter what that meant. And if the sexy owner who had been eye-fucking me came with it, who was I to refuse?Not that I was thinking of…you know, after spending less than thirty minutes in his presence.The interior design was a nice combination of modern sophistication and rustic charm. My eyes lingered on the plush furnishings, stone fireplaces, and rich, chocolate-brown mahogany boards that plated the w

SOPHIAThe next morning, I woke up to a message on the bed side drawer that there was a warm bath waiting for me. Taking off my clothes, I headed towards the bathroom. And truly, there was a warm bath waiting. Lavender soaked petals and all.I wondered how he was able to do it so quietly while I slept. But I brushed those thoughts off as soon as I slipped in.I began to slowly hum the songs playing from downstairs and as the volume increased, I subconsciously did the same too. Smiling and singing out loud until I heard something drop.It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas…I froze momentarily and then peered out of the curtains. I waited for movements but none came again."Hello? Is anyone there?"No reply. But I felt something ominous. It creeped up my skin, like I was being watched. I couldn't shake off the feeling so I quickly stepped out of the tub and grabbed a towel, wrapping it around my room as soon as I stepped out.On getting to my room, I found it empty. Nothing had b

ANGE “Just wear the damned thing, Ange. We’re going to be late for the briefing if you don’t start now, and that’s not a good look.” She handed me her lipstick. I looked down at it, and snatched it from her hand. Unwillingly (believe me), I swept my gaze over her.The shiny green sleeveless dress sat on her slender frame like it was tailor made for her, stopping mid thigh. The edges of the dress were jagged like sharp leaves, with little gold bells at the end. On her hands were red gloves that went past her elbows, and on her feet, red and green striped socks with bows that rested on her thighs. I swallowed the small laugh that rose to my throat when I caught sight of the red and green elf hat on her blonde hair with the little gold bell at the tip.And red heels? Come on!It was the exact fucking thing that was staring at me.“If I knew I was gonna be dressed as an elf, I wouldn’t have agreed to dis.”I frowned and looked away from her. My costume was sitting pretty on the stool bes