บททั้งหมดของ Is It Wrong I Want Daddy So Bad? : บทที่ 111 - บทที่ 120

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

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

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

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

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