All Chapters of Is It Wrong I Want Daddy So Bad? : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

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I’ll Put You In Chains

RavenRoman is back.The door clicks open, and something in my chest loosens before I even register that it’s him.The exhaustion of the past few days is etched into the set of his shoulders in a way he’d never admit out loud. He sets a bag on the chair beside my bed and holds up a takeout container.“Soup.”I eye it suspiciously.“You made that?”“I had it made.”He pulls the chair closer, sits down, opens the container, and picks up a spoon.“I’m not hungry.”“You haven’t eaten. At least try.”Before I can argue, he brings the spoon to my lips. I let him feed me.“I told your friends not to leave you alone.”“Her mother called. It was an emergency.” I swallow another spoonful. “Besides, there’s security outside. Just how many guards do you have watching this place?”“As many as necessary.”I sigh.“You know you don’t have to do all of this. You should be at the office. There are nurses here to take care of me.”My gaze meets his.“You can’t put your entire life on hold just to babys

No Secrets

Raven“Sorry to interrupt,” the doctor says. “We would like to do an ultrasound this afternoon if you are feeling up to it. To check on the baby given everything your body has been through.”I nod. “Of course.”The machine is brought in. The gel is cold against my skin. The probe moves across my abdomen and the screen fills with the image.There it is. Bigger than before. More defined. A certain small shape that makes my throat tighten with emotion.Then the sound.A heartbeat. Fast and strong and completely indifferent to everything complicated about the world it’s been born into. My hand finds Roman’s arm and grips without thinking. A sound escapes me, small and involuntary and embarrassing — and I don’t care at all.“Strong heartbeat,” the doctor says. “Good size for gestational age. Everything looks exactly as it should.” He makes a note. “You’ll be able to see a lot more detail at your next scan.”I can’t look away from the screen.This is mine. This tiny, stubborn, already-fight

The Drive

RomanRaven got discharged from the hospital, and I’m the one driving us away.“I don’t want to go home yet,” she says softly.She’s been quiet since we pulled out of the hospital car park. Not the heavy kind of silence that comes with fear or pain. Just quiet. Her head rests against the seat as she watches the city slide past her window.“What do you want to do?”“Can we just drive around for a little bit? But if you have meetings, you can take me home. I wouldn’t want to be the reason you miss an appointment.”I reach for her hand where it’s resting beside her and lace my fingers through hers.“We’ll do whatever you want.”I’d already called my assistant and cancelled every meeting on my schedule.I tighten my grip on her hand and bring it to my lips, pressing a kiss against her knuckles.The thought of losing her still sits in my chest like a wound that hasn’t decided whether it wants to heal.For days, all I did was sit in hospital corridors, listen to doctors talk, and wait for u

The Detective

RavenIt’s Anaya’s birthday party. The one she’s been excited about for days.I’m not even fully through the door before Anaya stops dead and stares past my shoulder.“Um.” She crosses her arms. “Raven. Why are there two men built like refrigerators standing in my hallway?”I glance back. Griffin and the other guy, the quiet one whose name I always forget, are right behind me, just few steps away. “They’re still following me around,” I say.“Still?”“It’s the only way Roman would let me come tonight.”Anaya marches past me into the hallway, hands on her hips, and looks the two men up and down like she’s inspecting furniture that doesn’t match the decor.“Okay, hello, gentlemen.” She says it brightly. “This is my birthday party. It is full of soft girlies and cool guys having a good, low-stakes evening. There are no dangerous people here, as you can clearly see.”She gestures grandly at the apartment behind her, where someone has just put on a playlist and two of her cousins are

The Interrogation

RavenThe hallway outside Anaya’s apartment is quieter, but not by much. The party noise leaks through the door behind us, muffled bass and laughter, while Detective Reyes leans against the wall like he has all the time in the world.“I’d rather not do this here,” he says. “But you’ve made yourself difficult to reach, Miss Bellerie.”“I don’t have anything to tell you.”“You were sent three separate requests to come in for questioning regarding Jack Davidson’s death. You didn’t respond to any of them.”That actually stops me for a second.“I never got any requests.”“They were sent to the address on file.” He says it mildly, like he’s reading off a form, but his eyes don’t leave my face. “Your Dad’s residence.”Of course.Roman. Or someone working for Roman. I don’t know if he intercepted them to protect me or because he didn’t want anything official touching this family at all, but either way, I’m standing here looking like someone who’s been deliberately avoiding the police

Ice Cube 🌶️

RavenThe text comes through just as Griffin pulls up to the estate.*Come to the garden.*I stare at it for a moment then look up at the dark silhouette of the house ahead. Griffin parks and I climb out and follow the path around the side of the house toward the garden gate.Nothing prepares me for what’s on the other side of it.Rose petals scattered across the grass in a winding path toward the center of the garden. String lights threaded through the trees above, warm and low. A thick cashmere blanket spread on the ground with an ice bucket beside it, a bottle resting inside, two glasses waiting.I stop walking.I have known Roman Bellerie my entire life.I have never seen anything like this from him. Not once. Not even for my mother.Roman is sitting on the blanket in white trousers and a brown button-down, sleeves rolled, collar open, the moonlight catching the hard lines of his chest. He looks completely out of his element and completely unwilling to admit it, which is the most

Ice Cube #2 🌶️

Raven“It’s freezing.” I whimper. “It’s… oh fuck. Daddy.”“That’s right,” he murmurs, voice low and satisfied.He keeps my thighs spread wide with his hands, pinning me exactly where he wants me so I can’t close my legs, can’t shift away from the intensity of it. Then his mouth is on me again, hot and hungry, lapping at my pussy, his tongue chasing the melting ice mixed with my own arousal, sucking and drinking every drop. The contrast between his scorching tongue and the freezing melt makes me sob, my whole body trembling under his hold.“Daddy,” I whimper, blindfolded and lost to nothing but his mouth on me.“I know, baby,” he murmurs against my sensitive flesh, his voice vibrating through me. “Tell me how it feels.”“It’s too fucking good,” I gasp, broken and desperate as another wave of cold and his relentless mouth sends sparks through every nerve. “Roman, I can’t—it’s so much.”He chuckles, low and warm, his tongue circling my clit before pushing back inside me. “I’ve g

All Night

RomanI’m stroking Raven’s back slowly, my hand moving in long, easy passes from her shoulder to the small of her back, when she lifts her head slightly.“You are not saying anything.”“Don’t think about it,” I finally say. “We can talk about that tomorrow.”“Okay.” She settles back against my chest. “I just wanted you to know.”I press my lips to her hair.I don’t want anything pulling at this moment. This is the calmest I have felt in longer than I can remember, lying here under the open sky with her weight against my chest and the city glowing faintly in the distance.“Dinner?” I ask.“I don’t think I want anything.” She shifts slightly, looking up at me. “Can we stay here for the night? I don’t want to go inside.”“Whatever you want.”My phone buzzes against the blanket.I reach for it instinctively, and Raven groans.“No phones,” she says. “I don’t want anything pulling you out of this with me.”“This might be important. Give me one minute.”She hesitates.“Nothing

A Lead

RomanI find Marcus in my study, standing by the window with his back to the door, trying very hard to look like a man who has been patiently waiting and not at all like a man who walked in on something he wishes he could unsee.“Marcus, I—”“I didn’t see anything.” He says it quickly, still facing the window.That’s not what I was going to ask. I didn’t need his reassurance to know he wouldn’t say a word about what he saw.Good thing it was him who came. Things would have been different if it had been Vivienne.Griffin was supposed to turn anyone away from the garden, but he failed at that one very important task.“Good.”Marcus turns then, visibly relieved to move past it, and pulls out his phone.“I called several times. When I didn’t get a response, I came over because of the urgency.”I walk around the desk and take my seat.“There’s a lead on the shooter,” he says, setting the phone on the desk between us. “We pulled clearer footage from a fourth camera, one of the private ones

Who Am I?

RavenI can barely walk to the bathroom.Every muscle between my hips feels wrung out, swollen, used all night in the best and most thorough way possible.I run a warm bath instead of a shower. Ease myself in slowly, wincing, and let the warmth work into the soreness.I’m massaging gently between my thighs, easing the throbbing, when my phone buzzes on the bathroom counter.Dave.I’d left him several missed calls after I was discharged from the hospital and he never returned a single one. My mind hasn’t fully let go of the conversation I overheard between him and Roman that day either, fragments of it surfacing again now.Is Nicko really dead, or did I hear that wrong?I almost don’t answer. Part of me wants to bury the question, to not confirm what I’m afraid of. But something nags at me harder. If something happened to Nicko, I need to know. He’s my uncle. The only real family I know from that side.I towel off, pull on a robe, and call him back.“Hey,” Dave says. “You okay?”“I’m

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