All Chapters of Is It Wrong I Want Daddy So Bad? : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

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Who Is He?

RavenThe bar Dave chose is quiet. Dim lighting. Low music. The kind of place where you can actually have a conversation.We sit in a corner booth. Away from the few other patrons scattered throughout.The bartender comes over. “What can I get you?”“I’ll have a beer,” I say.Dave raises an eyebrow. “Beer? Classy girls drink wine, kiddo.”“Good thing I’m not trying to be classy then. I want beer.”“Since when do you drink beer?”“Since London. I drank plenty of it there. Why does everyone treat me like a child?”Dave holds up his hands in surrender. “Fair enough. Two beers then.”The bartender nods and walks away.Dave leans back in the booth. Studies me for a moment.“How are you doing? Really?”“I’m fine.”“Are you? Because everything that’s happened lately…” He trails off. “Jack. The funeral. Everything with Vivienne. Roman told me you’re not going back to London. That you’re staying here to finish university.”“Yeah. I am.”“And you’re happy about that?”I take a

Justice Long Overdue

RomanMario Cole.I remember him like the back of my hand.I sit on the recliner in Gerald’s private lounge, staring at the massive portrait of Mario hung on the wall opposite me. His eyes seem to look right into my soul.It’s been eighteen years since he was murdered in cold blood at his lake house during a family vacation. Every single member of his family wiped out in one night.And the man who did it hung his pictures everywhere in this house after stealing everything that belonged to him.It looks like an insult to his memory. A trophy. A reminder of what Gerald got away with.He thought he did a clean job. One that couldn’t be traced back to him.But I know the truth.I know Gerald Cole plotted and killed his younger brother and his entire family to take over his empire.Before Mario’s death, Gerald was nothing. Lived off scraps from his brother’s table. Had no power. No influence. No empire of his own.And to me, he’s still nothing. Just a thief wearing a dead man’s

Feeling Betrayed

RavenI’m sprawled across my bed with a tube of Pringles balanced on my stomach when my phone buzzes.Anaya’s name flashes across the screen.“Hey,” I answer, crunching loudly into the phone.“Are you eating?”“Pringles. Want some?”“I’m in Florida, genius. I can’t reach through the phone.”I laugh and pop another chip in my mouth. The salt and sour cream flavor coat my tongue.“So guess what?” I say. “Roman and Vivienne had a huge fight. She called off the engagement.”“Finally!” Anaya practically shouts. “Oh my god, finally!”“I know, right? I can actually breathe now. Like really breathe. I can go from the penthouse to the estate without this knot in my stomach worrying I’ll run into her. Without having to see her face or hear her voice”“How are you feeling about it?”“Honestly? Relieved. Like someone lifted a weight off my chest I didn’t realize it was suffocating me. She was making everything in this house miserable.”There’s a pause on the other end. I can hear her breathing.“

Yes, Punish Me 🌶️🌶️

RavenRoman calls me into his home office at eleven at night.I know this isn’t going to be good.He’s sitting behind his desk when I walk in. Tablet in front of him. Face unreadable.“Close the door.”I do.“Sit.”“I’d rather stand.”His jaw tightens. “Sit. Down.”I drop into the chair across from his desk. Cross my arms.He turns the tablet around. Shows me the screen.It’s a flight confirmation. My flight confirmation.Milan, Italy. Departing in two days.“Want to explain this?”My stomach sinks but I keep my face blank. “How did you…”“The emergency credit card I gave you. The one you just used to book a fifteen-hundred-dollar flight to Italy.”Shit.“I’m going on holiday with friends.”“What friends?”“Anaya. Her boyfriend David. Some old friends from high school.”“And when were you planning to tell me about this?”“I’m telling you now.”“After you already booked it.” He leans back in his chair. “Did you ask my permission before booking that flight?”The word permission makes so

Fuck my throat 🌶️🌶️

RavenHe looks down at me. Kneeling on his office floor. Hands bound behind my back. Hair falling in my face.“Open your mouth.”I do.He hold my gaze as he unbuckles his pants. Pulls out his cock.Already hard. Already thick and heavy and leaking.He fists my hair. Pulls my head back.“You want to act like a brat? Then I’ll treat you like one.”He pushes his cock into my mouth.Not gentle. Not slow.Just forces it in until I gag.I try to pull back but his hand in my hair holds me in place.“Take it.”He pulls out. I gasp for air.Then he’s pushing back in. Deeper this time.Hitting the back of my throat. Making my eyes water.He pulls out again and I cough. Spit trailing from my lips to his cock.“More,” I gasp. “Give me more.”“You want more, baby.”“Yes daddy.”He grabs my head with both hands now. Positioning me exactly where he wants me.Then he starts fucking my throat.Really fucking it.Brutal thrusts that make me gag and choke. That make tears stream d

I Don’t Care

RavenI’m on the couch in the living room with a bowl of popcorn balanced on my stomach, watching some action movie I’m not really paying attention to.My throat is still raw from last night. My wrists have faint marks from where Roman’s belt dug in.But I don’t regret it. It was the best fucking thing we’ve done together. What I regret is that even after all of that, he still thinks he can control me.I’m going to Italy in tomorrow. And there’s nothing he can actually do about it.I’m done following his rules. Done being ignored. Done having my feelings dismissed like they don’t matter.The front door opens.I don’t look up. Just shove another handful of popcorn in my mouth.Heels click across the marble floor.Vivienne.Of course.She walks into the living room carrying shopping bags. Designer logos printed on every single one.She stops when she sees me. A slow smile spreading across her face.“Oh. You’re here.”I don’t respond. Just keep my eyes on the TV.“I kno

Control Freak

RavenRoman stands in the hallway. Still in his suit. Tie loosened. He looks tired.“Can I come in?”I step aside.He walks in and I close the door behind him.We stand there. Neither of us speaking. The tension thick enough to choke on.“The last time we discussed your birth father, you were still young,” he says finally. “And I told you it was in your best interest if you didn’t know. Your mother didn’t want to talk about it. Didn’t want you knowing. And I respected her wishes.”“And I asked you if you knew who he was. And you said you knew nothing.”“That’s right.”“So then why does it matter if I go to Italy?”“Because I don’t understand where this is coming from. Who told you Nicko is in Italy? And who told you Nicko knows something about your birth father?”I cross my arms. Don’t answer.“The person who told you this might be lying. Nicko is your mom’s cousin, yes. But I don’t think they were close enough for her to confide in him about something she refused to tell

Milan, Italy

RavenI board Roman’s private jet at six in the morning.The flight I booked yesterday has been cancelled. Roman made sure of that when he took over all the arrangements.I choose a seat by the window without waiting for direction.Roman follows behind me. His phone already ringing.He glances at the screen. His jaw tightens.“I need to take this.” He answers. “Vivienne.”Even from across the cabin I can hear her voice. Shrill and angry.“You’re going to Italy? With her? And I’m finding out through a text message?”“I sent you a message. That’s enough.”“No, it’s not enough! You don’t just leave the country without discussing it with me first! We’re supposed to be planning a wedding!”“The wedding can wait.”“The wedding can wait? Are you serious right now? You postponed it once already and now you’re leaving the country with that girl—”“Never question me again about anything I do. Do you understand?”Silence on the other end. Shocked silence.“Roman, I…”He ends the

Invitation To Swim

RomanThe hotel room is quiet except for the hum of the air conditioning.I stand by the window looking down at Milan spread out below. Narrow streets. Red rooftops. Church spires rising above the buildings.Beautiful city.I’m not here for the view.I pull out my phone. Dial a number I haven’t called in months.It rings twice before he answers.“Bellerie. Didn’t expect to hear from you.”“Marco. I need information.”“Always straight to business with you.” Marco laughs. “What do you need?”“Nicko Russo. I know he’s in the Brera district. I need an exact address.”“Nicko Russo.” Marco goes quiet for a moment. “That’s a name I haven’t heard in a while. Last I knew he was keeping a low profile.”“He’s been selling information to my enemies. I need to find him.”“Ah. So this is personal.”“Very.”“Give me an hour. I’ll see what I can dig up.”“I need it faster than that.”“Then give me thirty minutes and a reason to prioritize you over my other clients.”“I’ll wire fifty thousand euros to

Hot Pool Bath 🌶️❤️

RavenI changed into the only swimsuit I packed. A simple black one-piece that I threw in at the last minute.When I get down to the pool, Roman is already there.He’s in the water, only his shoulders and head visible above the surface.The late afternoon sun catches the water, making it sparkle.“Coming in?” he asks.I set my towel on one of the lounge chairs and walk to the edge of the pool.The water looks perfect. Clear. Inviting.I sit on the edge and dip my feet in.Warm. Not too hot. Just right.Roman swims over to where I’m sitting and stops in front of me.Water drips from his hair, down his face, over his shoulders, making him look insanely hot. A reckless part of me wants to drag my tongue over every drop on his skin.“How’s the water?” I ask.“Perfect. You should come in.”I slide in slowly, the water rising over my body. My waist. My chest. My shoulders.Roman stays close. Close enough for me to see the droplets clinging to his eyelashes.“Better?” he asks.“Much better.”

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