All Chapters of CRAVING DIRTY DADDIES: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

VIOLET The next morning, I woke feeling surprisingly refreshed despite the lingering soreness between my thighs. Every shift of my body reminded me of how thoroughly Hades had claimed me the night before — the way his thick cock had stretched me open, the brutal rhythm of his hips, the filthy words he had growled against my skin as he fucked me like he owned every inch of my body. I slipped out of bed and headed straight for the luxurious en-suite bathroom. Instead of the tub, I stepped into the large walk-in shower, turning the water on hot. Steam quickly filled the glass enclosure as I stood beneath the spray, letting the heat soothe my aching muscles. I reached for the expensive body wash, its rich scent of jasmine and sandalwood filling the air. Lathering it between my palms, I began to glide my hands over my body—cupping my full breasts, thumbs brushing over my sensitive nipples until they hardened into tight peaks; sliding down the curve of my stomach; and then lower, be

VIOLET “With… who?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. James shrugged. “That guy you were dancing with before you left. Hope you had a good time. Looked like you two hit it off.” I nodded slightly, letting out a shaky, silent breath of relief. My knees felt weak as a profound wave of gratitude washed over me. James hadn’t recognized Hades in the dark, flashing lights of the club. Thank Go Dylan’s expression darkened. “Cheating on me already, huh?” I blinked at him, caught off guard. “Cheating on you?” “Oh, come on, Dylan, you guys aren’t even dating,” James said with a laugh, shaking his head. “Give the girl some space. She’s new here. She doesn’t need you scaring off every potential guy before she’s even settled in.” “I’m just saying... you deserve better than some random club guy." Dylan gave me a crooked smile, the kind that made his dimples show, but it didn’t hide the earnestness behind it. "Someone who actually knows you, who’d treat you right. Not that I’m

VIOLET He backed me against the wall with his much larger frame, one palm braced beside my head, caging me in completely. His other hand traced the edge of my bra, teasing the swell of my breast before drifting lower—over my quivering stomach, across my hip, and then possessively gripping my ass. He squeezed hard, yanking me flush against the thick, rigid length of his erection straining through his trousers. A desperate moan tore from my throat as my hips jerked forward instinctively, seeking more friction. My head fell back against the cool wall with a soft thud, eyes rolling back in my skull at the delicious, overwhelming pressure. Oh fuck. The sensation I’d been missing all day slammed into me like the most addictive drug. The solid heat of him, the raw power in his grip, the way he dominated every inch of space around me. My pussy clenched hard, soaking the lace of my panties. “You feel that?” Hades rasped, his hot breath ghosting over my ear like a sinful promise as

VIOLET He growled into my pussy like a beast, drinking every pulse, his tongue lashing my oversensitive clit through the spasms. I was sobbing, my thighs clamping around his head, trying weakly to push him away, but he wouldn’t budge. His fingers kept pumping, drawing out every aftershock. “Hades—I can’t—too much—” I whimpered, voice hoarse. He kept licking, sucking, finger-fucking me through the aftershocks until a second, even sharper orgasm ripped through me. My whole body convulsed violently. My legs gave out completely. He caught me easily, his mouth still sealed over my clit, drawing out every last shudder until I was a boneless, trembling, tear-streaked mess slumped against the wall. Only then he pulled back, licking his lips slow and deliberate as he rose to his full height. "Forty," he rasped, wiping his chin with the back of his hand. “That’s the number you lost at, princess. And..." He glanced at the sleek watch on his wrist, a predatory smirk curling his lips.

VIOLET I took several deep breaths, trying to calm my racing heart. I smoothed my hair, fixed my dress as best as I could, and made sure I didn’t look too obviously fucked. The fabric was thick enough that no one should notice I had nothing underneath, but I still felt exposed. Picking up my tablet from the table, I walked to the door. My heart hammered as I cracked it open, peeking into the hallway. When I saw no one, I stepped out and closed the door quietly behind me. Every step toward down the hallway made my pulse spike. I was hyper-aware of my nakedness under the dress, the slight stickiness between my thighs, the way my pussy still throbbed from being so thoroughly used. No one knows. The room is soundproof. They can’t know. Still, paranoia clung to me. The moment I stepped in, all eyes turned to me. My heart pounded harder. I forced a calm smile, heading to my desk. "What happened,Violet? Lucy spoke, concern etched on her face. “Are you okay? You look like you've