All Chapters of Is It Wrong I Want Daddy So Bad? : Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

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Buried To The Root 🌶️

Raven I sink down slow. Inch by inch. The stretch is perfect — thick, deep, the kind of full I haven’t felt in a while. I can feel him watching my face the whole way, the way my mouth falls open, the way my breath catches when he’s fully seated inside me, cock buried to the root. He’s so deep it almost hurts in the best way, and I’m soaked and shaking slightly, one hand gripping the back of the seat just to steady myself.“Okay?” he manages, voice rough.“More than okay.” My hips roll experimentally, testing the angle, feeling every ridge of him drag against my walls. Whatever sound comes out of him makes me smile against his mouth. “Seventeen weeks, Roman. I’ve missed this cock so fucking much.” His hand reaches up instinctively toward my breast, and I catch his wrist before he gets there, breath hitching for a different reason.“Not there,” I say quickly. “They’re — I’m still nursing. Pumping for her every few hours. Everything’s sensitive right now, more than usual.”He s

The Report

RomanRebecca arrives right at six, dressed simply, hair pulled back, looking younger and more nervous than she did on that ranch porch weeks ago.Dinner starts easy enough. Raven asks about school, and Rebecca answers with the kind of polite reserve I recognize from myself at that age, careful not to take up more space than she’s been offered.“Freshman year,” she says, when I ask. “Just started high school this fall.”“Any plans for after you graduate?”“University, if I can manage it.” She glances down at her plate. “Nothing’s settled yet. The ranch takes up most of what we have.”“What would you study, if money weren’t a factor?”She looks up, surprised by the question, like nobody’s actually asked her that before. “Veterinary medicine. I’ve spent my whole life around animals. Feels like the only thing that makes sense.”“That’s a good answer,” Raven says warmly, and something in Rebecca’s shoulders relaxes slightly at the approval.We make it through the meal on careful,

Say It Badly

RavenThe nursery smells like fresh paint and lavender, and I can’t stand still in it.Anaya is up on the step stool, straightening the mobile above the crib, little stars and moons turning slow circles in the afternoon light. I’m folding the same blanket for the third time, smoothing wrinkles that aren’t there anymore, because if my hands stop moving I’m afraid of what my face will do.“Okay, that one’s crooked no matter how many times I fix it.” Anaya climbs down, rubbing her palms on her jeans. “I think it’s supposed to be crooked. Character.”I force a laugh. It comes out thin.She catches it. Of course she catches it. Anaya has known me since we were kids trading lunch scraps in a school cafeteria, and there’s no version of me I can hide from her, not really, not even the version I’ve been perfecting all morning.“You barely touched your eggs at breakfast,” she says, folding her arms. “And you did that thing where you laugh a half second too late at everything your husband

Collared

Roman Raven appears in the doorway of my study just after ten, something small held loosely in her hand, and the look on her face stops me mid-sentence, whatever I was about to say to someone over the phone dying instantly. “I’ll call you back,” I say, and hang up without waiting for a response. She crosses the room slowly and sets it on the desk in front of me. The collar. “Sugar.” My voice comes out soft, careful. “What’s this?” “I want you to put it on me.” Her voice shakes slightly, but she doesn’t look away. “I lied. At breakfast. All week, actually. I’ve been telling you I’m fine, and I’m not.” I stand and come around the desk, taking both her hands in mine. “I know you’re not okay.” “I want to be punished,” she says quickly, like she’s been rehearsing it. “For thinking the worst of this. For resenting you for something that isn’t your fault. Make it hurt. I deserve it.” “No.” Her eyes snap up to mine, startled. “You don’t deserve to hurt for havi

Finally Home

Raven“I can’t believe she’s actually home.” I can’t stop staring at her, tucked against my chest, eyes drifting closed after her feed, small and warm and impossibly, finally, ours. “She’s so beautiful.”Anaya leans over the crib rail, studying her with a critical squint. “Why does she look so much like Roman? His genes really said no contest. Yours didn’t even put up a fight.”“She has my eyes.” I brush a finger gently over her cheek. “That counts for something.”“Barely.” Anaya grins. “But fine, I’ll allow it.”I finish settling Nadir and hand her carefully into Anaya’s waiting arms. “Watch her for me? I need to go check on our guests.”“Go be a hostess. We’ll be right here.”The garden looks exactly the way I pictured it, soft white and blush pink balloons drifting gently in the afternoon breeze, flowers arranged in careful clusters along every table, a little celebration of everything we never got to have properly the first time around. No baby shower, no gender reveal, none of it

Found

RavenI can hear myself screaming and I can’t stop it, the sound tearing out of me over and over, my whole body shaking so hard Anaya has both arms wrapped around me just to keep me upright.“I want my baby.” My voice breaks apart on every word. “I want my baby, please, someone find my baby—”“They’re searching every inch of this property.” Dave kneels in front of me, holding both my hands in his, his own voice unsteady despite trying to sound calm. “She’s still here, Raven. She hasn’t left the grounds. They’re going to find her.”“She was just in the crib,” I sob. “She was just there, I just fed her, I just—”“Breathe.” Catherine sits beside me, one hand rubbing slow circles against my back. “Just breathe, sweetheart. Panicking won’t bring her back any faster.”Aunt Martha stands near the far wall, hands clasped tightly in front of her, keeping her distance, saying nothing, watching with an expression I don’t have the capacity to read right now.The front door bursts open.Roman.Nad

What Keeps You Alive🌶️

RavenThe house is quiet once the last of the guests are gone, Nadir finally settled in her crib upstairs with Anaya watching over her, and the second we’re alone in the study, I turn on him.“Why did you do that to Vivienne?”Roman doesn’t look up from where he’s pouring himself a drink. “The choice was between her and you. There was no other choice to make.”“I hated her.” My voice shakes. “I hated her more than I’ve hated anyone in my life. But not enough to want her dead. Not like that.”“You know,” he says, setting the glass down without drinking from it, “I think you should try being appreciative every once in a while, instead of constantly trying to make me the villain in every version of this story.”“You killed someone for me.” I stare at him. “How exactly do you think that’s supposed to make me feel? And you didn’t think it was wise to tell me yourself, before I heard it from a girl who kidnapped my daughter?”“I expected a thank you.” His voice hardens. “Instead I ge

Somewhere Safe🌶️

RavenThe water’s warm around me, bubbles clinging soft to my skin, and Roman kneels beside the tub, sponge moving slow and gentle over my shoulders, careful in that particular way he’s been since everything happened tonight.“I don’t want to be here anymore,” I say quietly.His hand pauses. “Here, meaning the house? Or something bigger.”“Bigger.” I stare down at the water. “As long as we’re living this life, we’ll never actually be safe. Any of us. I can’t raise our daughter inside something that keeps sending people through our door trying to take her.”He’s quiet for a moment, dipping the sponge again, dragging it slow along my collarbone.“Okay,” he says simply.“Okay?”“We’ll go wherever you want to go.”I glance up at him, searching his face for hesitation and finding none. “The company needs you, Roman. You can’t just walk away from something you built your entire life around.”“The company will survive without me. Marcus can run it, or the board can find someone els

The Baseline

RomanJames pulls up the long gravel drive, and the ranch stretches out ahead of us, quiet and worn, a few outbuildings already stripped bare, equipment gone from where it must have sat rusting for years before all this.I spot Rebecca near the fence line before she spots me, bent over one of the horses, carefully working something loose from its hoof. She looks up when she hears the car, and something crosses her face, surprise, maybe, before she manages to smooth it over.I get out and walk toward her.“I didn’t think you were going to come,” she says, straightening, wiping her hands on her jeans.“I said I would.”“You didn’t have to. If you didn’t want to.”“If I didn’t want to be here,” I say, “I wouldn’t be.”She studies me for a moment, like she’s trying to decide whether to believe that, and something in her posture softens slightly when she does.“I don’t know how to be a father to you,” I admit, because there’s no version of this conversation where pretending otherw

Vermont

RavenRoman’s private jet waits on the tarmac, its engines already humming as we approach.Roman carries Nadir in his arms while our luggage is rolled behind us by his security team.A few hours later, the pilot begins our descent into Vermont, and I press my face to the window.We fly over rolling hills, endless forests, and scattered farms. My goodness, I’m already sold.When we step off the plane, the crisp air only seals it. It’s peaceful here. From the convoy of SUVs waiting for us, with Roman’s security already in position, to the quiet stretching in every direction, I know this is where I want us to build our life.The photos the realtor sent don’t do the place justice.We turn off the main road onto a long dirt driveway lined with maple trees just beginning to change, gold and red bleeding into green. At the end of it sits a farmhouse with a wraparound porch, its white paint slightly weathered, green shutters framing the windows, and smoke curling lazily from the chimne

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