Lahat ng Kabanata ng Is It Wrong I Want Daddy So Bad? : Kabanata 161 - Kabanata 169

Raven(Present)“Playtime,” Roman says the moment we step into the underground room.It’s only the second time he’s brought me here, but I already know exactly what that single word means.My pulse stutters.Every visit to this room ends the same way—with him taking complete control, and me discovering another limit I didn’t know I had.The lighting is low, amber, and warm, and the space has that particular hush that exists outside of ordinary time, which feels right. Because the man standing across the room from me is supposed to be sleeping right now, hours away from standing at an altar, and instead he’s here, and I’m here, and neither of us is pretending that makes any sense.He sets his jacket on the back of the chair.Then he reaches for his shirt buttons.I tell myself not to watch.I watch anyway.Roman without a shirt is not something you look away from—the breadth of his shoulders. The hard, defined lines of his chest and stomach speak to a discipline he never discusses but

Raven“Come here.”He’s moved to the couch, sitting back with his legs spread and his eyes on me, and I look at the distance between us like it’s a mountain because my legs are not working properly right now.I push off the table.My knees nearly buckle immediately and I have to grip the edge and breathe through it. Every muscle I have feels like water. I’m still trembling, still breathing hard, my hair everywhere and tears dried on my face and he’s sitting there watching me try to pull myself together with dark patient eyes.I make it to him on legs that barely cooperate.He reaches up and unzips slowly and pulls his cock out and wraps his hand around it, running his fist up and down the length while he looks up at me, and my mouth goes dry.“Don’t keep me waiting,” he says. “Come sit that hot pussy on daddy’s cock.”I swing my leg over him and sink down slowly and the stretch as he fills me makes my eyes roll back and a long broken moan leave my throat that I have no control

Roman(Past)Three days.That was all it had been, and watching them from across the kitchen I wouldn’t have known it because they had bonded so well.Erica sat cross-legged on the living room floor with Raven in her lap, doing something with her hands that made the little girl laugh. Raven kept reaching up and grabbing Erica’s face with both hands, turning it toward whatever she wanted her to look at, and Erica let her every time without irritation.I sipped my coffee and watched.Catherine appeared beside me, leaning against the counter with her arms folded, her attention on the same scene.“Of all the people you could have chosen,” she said, “why her?”“Because she won’t walk away.”“You don’t know that.”“I know I have something she needs and something she fears. That’s more reliable than loyalty.” I set the mug down. “Three months I spent finding the right person. Not someone I could simply pay, anyone can be bought out of a contract eventually. I needed someone with skin in the

RavenThe church is full by the time I arrive.I take my seat near the back, my hands folded in my lap, and I have made my peace with what I’m about to watch. I told myself I’d be brave. I told myself I’d hold my head up. I didn’t tell myself it would be easy.The minutes tick past.Then more minutes.Someone whispers, “Where is the groom?”Another answers, “Roman Bellerie has never been late a day in his life.”Vivienne laughs a little too brightly. “He must have been caught in traffic.”No one laughs with her. Vivienne keeps glancing toward the entrance, and her smile gets a little tighter each time. The murmuring starts low, a ripple through the pews, people checking watches, leaning toward each other.The priest finally steps forward.“Miss Cole.”Vivienne turns to him hopefully.“I can allow another twenty minutes.”A heavy silence settles over the church.“If the groom has not arrived by then…” He pauses, almost reluctantly. “…I will have no choice but to cancel today’s ceremon

Raven‘What are you up to, Roman Bellerie?’ I think to myself as I drain the last of the wine in my glass.Everyone looks shocked at Roman’s accusations, waiting for Vivienne to defend herself.She doesn’t break the way people would expect someone in her shoes to.That’s the thing about Vivienne. Even cornered, even with the room turned against her, she finds something to hold onto.“Disgracing me at our wedding wasn’t enough for you?” Her voice comes out steadier than it has any right to. She pulls herself up off the floor, straightening the dress, lifting her chin. “Not showing up, leaving me standing there in front of everyone wasn’t enough? Now you want to stand here and deny your own child? In front of my father?” Her eyes fill, and even now they’re performing. “How cruel can one person be, Roman? What did I ever do to deserve this from you?”“You’re still choosing to do this the hard way,” Roman says.“I’m not doing anything. I’m telling the truth.”“Last chance, Vivienn