All Chapters of Is It Wrong I Want Daddy So Bad? : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

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Love Eventually 🌶️

Raven Roman’s hand slides down under the water, rough and impatient. He shoves my swimsuit crotch aside and drags two thick fingers straight through my folds.“Fuck,” he growls, voice low and filthy. “You’re dripping for me. Soaking my fingers like you can’t get enough.”“Always,” I pant. “I’m always like this for you.”He circles my swollen clit with his thumb, slow and teasing at first, then harder. My head falls back against the cool tile as a moan rips from my throat.“Keep your eyes on me, baby,” he commands.I force my eyes open, locking onto his dark, hungry gaze while his fingers pump inside me. He curls them perfectly, stroking that spot that makes my toes curl and my vision spark white.“Oh god—yes, right there.He adds a third finger, stretching me wider, fucking me deeper with them. The water resists every thrust, making it feel thicker, heavier, dirtier.He rasps. “This greedy little pussy was made to take me.”I’m already shaking, right on the edge, when I beg

Elevated hCG levels

RavenRoman and I sit across from a young doctor. Younger than I expected.He speaks careful English with a soft Italian accent, his hands steady as he reviews the results in front of him.Roman sits beside me, still slightly damp from the pool, the sleeves of his black shirt rolled up carelessly like he threw it on in a hurry. Even sitting down, his presence fills the small examination room completely, making the walls feel tighter somehow“Everything looks normal,” the doctor says, setting the clipboard down. “No signs of food poisoning. No infection.”I exhale. “So I’m fine.”“You are healthy, yes.” He pauses. “But there is something.”The way he says it makes my stomach drop.“Your hCG levels are elevated. Significantly.”I stare at him. “What does that mean?”“It means you are pregnant.”The room goes completely silent.Not quiet. Silent. The kind that presses against your eardrums.“No.” The word comes out before anything else. Flat. Automatic. “No, that’s not possi

Assurance

RavenI can’t stop moving.The hotel room is large enough that pacing feels almost dignified, but I’ve crossed it so many times in the last ten minutes that I’ve stopped seeing it. The cream walls. The heavy curtains. The city humming distantly below the window.Roman watches me from where he stands near the desk. Still. Composed. Like we didn’t just sit in a doctor’s office and have the ground pulled out from under us.“Roman.” I stop. Turn to face him. “What are we going to do?”He opens his mouth but I’m already talking again.“It’s my fault.” The words come out hard and certain. “I know it is. I should have been more careful. More aware of my own body. If I had known myself better as a woman, paid more attention, this wouldn’t have happened.” I press my fingers to my forehead. “I should have…”“Stop.”His voice isn’t loud. It doesn’t need to be.“Don’t ever say that again.” He crosses the room slowly, stopping in front of me. “Not once. Not to me, not to yourself. Do you

Dance With Me 🌹

RavenThe bar Roman finds is nothing like I expected.No pounding music rattling the walls. No sticky floors or groups of college students doing shots and falling over each other. Just warm amber lighting, low jazz threading through the air, and couples tucked into curved booths with good wine and better conversation.The kind of place where people actually look at each other.I slide onto a barstool and immediately feel something in my shoulders drop.“This is nice,” I say, almost surprised.Roman settles beside me, already catching the bartender’s eye. “What were you expecting?”“Honestly? Somewhere with a mechanical bull.”He gives me a look.“I’m serious. You never suggest going out. I had no reference point.”The bartender appears and Roman orders in fluid Italian. A glass of red for himself. Sparkling water with lime for me.I watch the lime slice hit the glass and try not to look mournful about it.“You know,” I say, “if we hadn’t found out today, I’d be having wine

Behind A Truck 🌶️

Raven“You should care.”“No I don’t. I don’t give a fuck.”His expression darkens into something raw. His eyes drop to my mouth and stay there for a second too long before he moves.He walks me backward until my back meets the side of the truck and the cold metal against my spine makes me gasp. His hands bracket my face and he kisses me like he’s been holding it back all night, bruising and deep, his teeth catching my bottom lip hard enough that I feel it in my stomach.I moan into his mouth.“Quiet,” he says against my lips. “You wouldn’t want to draw people’s attention to us, would you?”“Then don’t kiss me like that.”He does it again. Harder this time.His mouth drags from my lips to my jaw. My neck. He bites down at the curve where my neck meets my shoulder and I have to shove my fist against my mouth to keep from making a sound that carries across the entire parking lot.“Daddy.”“You wanted this,” he says against my skin. “Out here. Remember?”“Yes.” My hands fist

Deadbeat

RavenThe mirror doesn’t lie.I sit at the vanity in my hotel robe, hair still damp, staring at my reflection.The evidence of last night written all over my skin. A bruise blooming purple at the curve of my neck. Another lower, where Roman’s mouth spent considerable time. My bottom lip slightly swollen, still tender when I press my tongue against it.I trace a finger over the marks slowly.Heat crawls up my face.I look like a woman who was thoroughly ruined behind a truck in Milan and has absolutely no regrets about it.I’m smiling before I realize it.Then my hand drifts down.Past my collarbone. Past my sternum. Until my palm rests flat against my lower stomach, light as a whisper.I’m still flat. Still the same. Nothing visible yet. Nothing anyone would ever know from looking.But I know a life is growing inside it.My fingers spread gently against the warmth of my own skin. “I’m going to be a mummy,” I whisper to the mirror.The word sits strange and beautiful in

Closure

RavenI arrive at the restaurant ten minutes early and sit at an empty table close to the window.I’m a bit nervous. I haven’t seen or spoken to Nicko in a long time. I don’t know if I’d still recognize him when I see him today.I order water and start scrolling through social media, anything to distract me from my own thoughts.I don’t realize how much time has passed until I check my Apple Watch and see that twenty minutes have gone by.I call his number. It rings out but no answer.Maybe he is close. Obviously why he didn’t feel the need to answer, but I call again anyway. This time it doesn’t even ring. Just a flat, automated voice telling me the number is unavailable.I set my phone face down on the table and stare at the empty chair across from me.An hour passes.The waiter comes by twice with that particular brand of polite concern that means he knows I’ve been stood up and feels sorry for me. I order a bread basket just to give my hands something to do and eat exactly none of

Manipulation

RomanThe warehouse sits at the edge of the Navigli district, far enough from the tourist streets that no one asks questions about what happens inside.I straighten my jacket as I push through the door.The space is dim. Water stains are crawling up the concrete walls. A single bulb hanging from the ceiling, swaying almost imperceptibly in the draft from the open door. The smell of damp stone and something older underneath it.Nicko sits in the center of the room.His wrists were cuffed behind him to a metal chair. His shirt torn at the collar. A cut above his eyebrow that’s dried dark. He looks older than the surveillance photos. Grayer. Smaller somehow, without the freedom to stand at full height.My two men stand on either side of him.I look at them once.They leave without a word, the door pulling shut behind them and leaving nothing but the sound of the city muffled through thick walls.Nicko watches me cross the room. Eyes tracking every step with the particular wariness of a m

Take What You Need #A

RomanShe doesn’t know I’m watching her.She’s turned toward the window, chin resting lightly on her hand, eyes somewhere far beyond the clouds below us. Her hair falls loose over one shoulder. The morning light comes through the small oval window and finds her face like it was looking for her specifically.Devastatingly beautiful.That’s the only way I’ve ever known how to think about her. From the moment she stopped being a child and became whatever she is now. Whatever she has always been to me underneath the careful distance I spent years trying to maintain.And she’s carrying my child.The thought moves through me the same way it has every hour since the doctor said the words. Quiet and enormous. Something I have no clean language for.She looks peaceful right now.That’s what I want.That’s what I have always wanted for her, even when she couldn’t see it. Even when every decision I made looked like control from where she was standing. I want her to look exactly like thi

Take What You Need #B

RomanI wrap an arm around her automatically.She cups my face in both hands and kisses me.Soft at first. Just her mouth against mine, slow and deliberate. The kind of kiss meant to say something that doesn’t have words yet.I feel the tension in my chest begin to loosen.She pulls back slightly. Studies my face.“You take care of everything,” she says quietly. “All the time. Everything and everyone.” Her thumb traces my jaw. “Let me take care of you.”“My girl..”She kisses me again before I can finish. Deeper this time. Her fingers sliding into my hair, tilting my head exactly where she wants it, and something about being handled by her undoes me in a way I’ve never been fully prepared for.Her mouth moves from mine to my jaw.My neck.She takes her time there. Lips and teeth and the warm press of her tongue against my pulse point until a low groan leaves me before I can stop it.“That’s what I thought,” she murmurs against my skin.Her hands drop to my belt.I watch h

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