All Chapters of CRAVING DIRTY DADDIES: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

VIOLET Hades didn’t stop fucking me even as the security complaints turned into furious pounding on the door. His hips snapped forward with relentless force, driving that massive cock deeper into my sore, abused pussy while the counter beneath my ass creaked in protest. I tried to muffle my voice by biting down hard on my bottom lip until I tasted blood, but it was impossible. The pleasure was too sharp, too overwhelming. He gripped my thighs wide open, spreading me obscenely as he thrust harder, each brutal stroke forcing broken whimpers and moans out of me no matter how hard I fought to stay quiet. “Eyes on me, princess,” he ordered, his voice a low, commanding growl when I tried to squeeze my eyes shut to escape the intensity of his stare. I obeyed, locking my gaze on his. Feral hunger blazed in those icy blue eyes, raw and possessive, like he was branding me with every punishing thrust. I was shaking, falling apart, completely at his mercy, and he knew it. He closed the l

VIOLET I opened my mouth to protest but the only sound that came out was a strangled gasp as his thick fingers curled deep inside my sore, still-sensitive pussy. His icy blue eyes locked onto mine, pure wicked amusement dancing in them like he was savoring every second of my helpless struggle. “Shhh, princess,” he whispered against my ear, his voice low enough that only I could hear it. “Don’t make a scene. You wouldn’t want all these people to know what a needy little cockslut you really are… would you?” Heat exploded across my cheeks and spilled down my neck like liquid fire. This was reckless. Dangerous. Completely fucking insane. We were on a commercial flight, surrounded by people, and this man had two fingers buried knuckle-deep inside me. I was furious at how easily he claimed me like this in public. nd I was even more furious because I didn’t want him to stop. “Hades… please,” I breathed, my voice barely audible. “Not here. Someone will see—” “See what?” he ta

HADES I sat in the corner booth of La Serre, the most exclusive restaurant in Denver, nursing my third glass of whiskey. The amber liquid burned smoothly, but it did nothing to quiet the storm raging inside my skull. Yesterday had been a complete fucking catastrophe. My mind kept circling back to that airport restroom like a drug I couldn’t quit. The way I’d stroked my cock while staring at her half-naked photo on her phone. The desperate, broken sound of her voice when she begged me to make her forget her pain. The moment I lost every ounce of control and buried myself balls-deep inside the real thing. I still felt it. The way her tight, wet pussy had clenched around me like a vice, pulling me deeper. The brutal rhythm of my hips slamming into her as I fucked her like a man possessed—hard, deep, unforgiving. The way she’d screamed “Hades” like I was both her savior and her damnation. Those memories had burrowed under my skin, branded into my bones, and no amount of whiskey c

VIOLET I felt like I was drowning in my own skin the moment I stepped into the restaurant. Since yesterday’s revelations, everything inside me had been twisted into knots I couldn’t untangle. I had spent the entire night tossing and turning but every time I closed my eyes last night, I felt him—the way Hades had pinned me, stretched me, ruined me so completely that even now, I still felt echoes of him between my thighs. The shame should have swallowed me whole. Instead, it mixed with this aching, traitorous hunger that left me touching myself, whispering his name like a curse and a prayer. I hated how easily my body had betrayed me, how desperately I had begged a stranger to fuck the pain away. But worse than the shame was the sting of his words today. When he’d declared everything between us a “huge mistake,” a “lapse in judgment” that would never happen again, it felt like something sharp had sliced right through my chest. I shouldn’t have cared. I barely know. He was my

HADES All day I had been genuinely impressed — no, more than impressed. Violet had stepped into my company and, within her very first hours, secured some major clients who had been sitting on the fence for months. Even some of my long-term accounts were buzzing about fresh campaign ideas she had casually dropped in meetings. Her instincts were sharp and the way she carried herself with quiet confidence despite everything that had happened between us… it stirred something dangerous in me. Pride. Respect. And a deep, possessive hunger I had sworn I would bury. I had planned to compliment her properly. To show her the two fully furnished apartments I had selected — both in secure buildings I owned — so she could choose one. She could fly back to Denver tomorrow, pack her things, and move in properly. The thought followed me as I took the private elevator up to the penthouse floor. I told myself I was only checking on her. Making sure the guest suite felt comfortable after he