All Chapters of On My Daddy's Bed : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Richard stood between my thighs and I could feel him there, hard and ready, but he didn't rush.He tilted my chin up with two fingers and looked at me like he was making sure I was really with him and not somewhere else in my head."Are you sure?" he asked quietly.I nodded and pulled him closer, my legs wrapping tighter around his waist.When he pushed inside me it was slow and deep and completely different from every other time we'd been like this. There was no aggression, no punishment and no power play designed to prove a point. It was just him moving into me like he was claiming something sacred instead of something to take."Oh god," I whispered, my arms wrapping around his neck, my fingers digging into his shoulders.Richard buried his face against my shoulder, his breathing rough against my skin. His hands gripped my hips but gently and carefully, like he was afraid of breaking something fragile…like I was fragile.He moved slowly and deeply.I felt every inch of him, every d

Richard POV I woke to her curled against my chest, her hair spread across my shoulder, her breathing soft and even in the early morning light.For a moment I just lay there, watching her sleep. Taking in the way she looked in my shirt, the fabric falling off one shoulder. The way her hand rested on my heart like she was claiming me even in sleep.I'd been thinking about this all night. About how to tell her that I didn't want this to be temporary anymore. That I was done with stolen moments and lies and pretending this was just an affair.She deserved better than sneaking around.She deserved to be claimed.I reached out and brushed a strand of hair away from her face, careful not to wake her. My thumb traced her cheekbone gently. She stirred slightly, pressing into my touch and I felt something shift in my chest.This woman. This beautiful, broken, resilient woman was mine and I was tired of hiding it.The doorbell rang.I froze. Isadora's breathing remained steady and undisturbed.

Isadora POVWhen I walked into the house, the first thing that hit me was how silent the house was.Marcus was in the kitchen. The slow and almost deliberate sound of a spoon stirring coffee, the quiet clink of ceramic against the counter betrayed him.He looked up when I appeared in the doorway, and something in his expression made my stomach tighten."How was your night?" he asked, his voice casual.However, that amount of casual felt studied or was I over thinking? Having a guilty conscience? I couldn't tell."How's Benita?" He pressed. That had my suspicions rising. Was I aware of something? Because the Marcus I knew wouldn't give a fuck about how my friends were. It's still a miracle he remembered that she was Benita in the first place.I moved past him to the coffee maker, needing something to do with my hands. The question hung in the air between us It was laced with a suspicion I couldn't quite address without revealing too much."She is fine," I opted for that safe reply, p

Isadora POV I made it upstairs before the tears came.I closed the bedroom door and leaned against it, my heart pounding so hard I thought it might break through my ribs. The words had just fallen out of me downstairs like I'd been holding them in for so long they'd started to rot.I swear I hadn't meant to say it. Or maybe I had. Maybe some part of me had wanted him to know…to understand that this marriage, this life, this performance was over.I was sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at nothing, when he knocked.I didn't answer immediately. I wasn't even sure whether I wanted to answer.Marcus knocked again, and this time, it was harder."Isadora, open the door," Marcus said from the other side.I lifted myself up and opened the door for him after figuring out that he wasn't going to stop and if we were to talk, I needed to be this angry…this tired.Marcus stood in the doorway like he wasn't sure if he should come in or stay where he was. His shirt was still wrinkled, his hai

Isadora povAfter practically running out of the house, I went straight to the garden.I sat on the stone bench at the far end of the garden, my whole body shaking.The night air was cold against my skin but I couldn't bring myself to move. Every part of me felt fragile, like if I breathed too hard I might shatter completely.My hands were still trembling. My shirt was torn at the collar where Marcus' hands had been. As I sat there, my mind kept replaying that moment… the wild desperation in his eyes and the way he had pushed me to the bed.I could not get over the sound of his voice…the way it had sounded like a stranger's.I'd almost been raped by my own husband.The thought made my stomach churn.I pressed my hands to my face and tried to breathe through the panic.I heard footsteps approaching me on the garden path and I forced myself to look up.Richard emerged from the house.The moment he saw me, his expression shifted to something protective and furious all at once. He cross