All Chapters of Is It My Fault I Have Daddy Issues?: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

ROXETTE Chandler’s kiss consumed me.It wasn’t gentle. It was raw, desperate, and full of all the frustration and possessiveness he’d been holding back. His hand gripped the back of my neck, tilting my head exactly how he wanted while his tongue claimed my mouth like he was punishing me for every second I’d tried to push him away.I whimpered into the kiss, tears still slipping down my cheeks, but my body responded instantly. My hands fisted his shirt, pulling him closer even as my heart screamed that this was dangerous. That I should stop. That I should run.But I couldn’t.Not when he kissed me like I was the only thing that mattered in his world.He pulled back just enough to growl against my lips, voice rough and dark. “You’re mine, Roxette. Say it.”“I’m… I’m yours,” I whispered, voice breaking.“Good girl.”He kissed me again, harder this time, then started the car. The drive back to the estate was tense and silent, his hand resting possessively on my thigh the entire way, fing

DIANAI woke up slowly, naked and tangled in warm sheets, my body deliciously sore in all the right places.Calvin was still asleep beside me, his muscular arm draped over my waist, breathing deep and even. The morning light filtered softly through the condo curtains, casting a golden glow over his handsome face. I smiled, a slow, satisfied smile, and leaned in to press soft kisses along his jaw and cheek.Last night had been incredible.After watching Roxette’s complete and utter humiliation at the party — walking in like a cheap bunny slut while everyone else was dressed elegantly — I had come back here with Calvin and fucked him like my life depended on it. I rode him hard, scratched his back, screamed his name until my throat was raw. Every thrust, every moan, every orgasm had been fueled by the sweet, vicious satisfaction of seeing my so-called best friend destroyed in front of the entire campus.I kissed Calvin’s lips gently, not waking him, just savoring the moment. My hand tra

ROXETTE I woke up slowly, my body aching in the most delicious and painful ways all at once.Every muscle felt used, stretched, and thoroughly claimed. My ass still burned faintly from Chandler’s belt, my thighs were sore from being spread so wide, and between my legs… God, my pussy throbbed with a deep, raw ache that made even the slightest shift of my hips send a sharp reminder of how relentlessly he had fucked me last night.I blinked against the soft morning light filtering through the heavy curtains of Chandler’s master bedroom. For a moment, I just lay there, taking in the warmth of the silk sheets and the heavy, comforting weight beside me.Chandler was still asleep.He looked so handsome like this — relaxed, peaceful, his sharp jaw softened, dark lashes resting against his cheeks, one strong arm draped possessively over my waist even in sleep. His bare chest rose and fell steadily, the hard planes of muscle relaxed but still imposing. I couldn’t help but stare. This powerful,

CHANDLERRoxette finally fell asleep in my arms, her breathing slow and even against my chest. Her body was soft, warm, and utterly spent from the long night we had shared. I held her for a while longer, one hand slowly stroking her back, the other resting possessively on her hip. The silk sheets barely covered her, leaving the curve of her waist and the red marks I had left on her ass visible in the low light. She looked peaceful now — no tears, no tension, just the faint flush of exhaustion and satisfaction on her cheeks.I pressed one last kiss to her forehead before carefully disentangling myself. She murmured something soft and incoherent but didn’t wake. Good. She needed the rest after everything she had been through today.I slipped out of bed, pulled on a pair of black lounge pants, and moved to the sitting area of the master suite. The city lights glittered through the tall windows as I picked up my phone from the side table. The screen lit up with notifications, but I ignore

ROXETTEThe next morning, the estate felt strangely peaceful.My mother had stayed the night in one of the elegant guest rooms Chandler had prepared for her. I had spent most of the evening sitting with her, talking until our voices grew hoarse and our eyes grew heavy. We cried together. We held each other. We didn’t fix everything — some wounds were too deep for one night — but it was the most honest conversation we had shared in years.Chandler had left shortly after we arrived, saying he needed to handle Dave’s arrest and “other matters.” He didn’t give me details, and I didn’t push. I was too emotionally drained to ask for more. He kissed my forehead before he left, promising he would be back soon. I believed him. I always did.Now, the morning light filtered softly through the tall windows of the guest room where my mom and I had slept. She was still curled up beside me, breathing steadily, her face relaxed for the first time in what felt like forever. The bruises on her cheek an