All Chapters of Is It Wrong I Want Daddy So Bad? : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

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Desire And Want

RomanIf there is one thing I’ve come to hate the most, it’s sitting across from Gerald Cole, a short, portly man with a balding head, and playing the perfect son-in-law-to-be.I don’t like the old man one bit and I hate that I put up with him just for some fucking alliance. But here I am. In his ostentatious study with its dark wood paneling and leather-bound books that probably haven’t been opened in decades. Oil paintings of stern-faced ancestors staring down from the walls. A mahogany desk the size of a small car.He called this meeting. Said we needed to discuss the final details of the alliance before the wedding. Make sure we’re aligned on expectations and timelines.What he really means is he wants to make sure I’m still committed to marrying his wasteful daughter.He’s still talking. Something about timelines and contract clauses and the seamless transition of power once the wedding is finalized.I’m only half listening.My mind is elsewhere. On a specific set of fierce eyes

Backup

Raven We spill out of the club doors still laughing. The bass from inside still thumps through the walls, and Anaya is doing an impression of Jared’s face when the bouncers grabbed him, so accurate I nearly double over. “Do you know who I am?” She puffs her chest out and does a voice three octaves too deep and I lose it completely. “He really said that.” I wipe tears from the corners of my eyes. “Like he was someone. Like he was actually someone.” “And then they dragged him out like a wet cat.” She slaps David’s arm. “Did you see his face, babe? Did you see it?” “I saw it.” David is grinning. “Man looked like he was about to cry.” “Good.” I shake my head still smiling. “Absolute rat.” The night air hits me properly and I realize how warm the club was because out here is cool and it is starting to drizzle, a little more than a drizzle, like when rain is starting. I feel the six shots sitting warmly behind my eyes. I’m fucking tipsy. Not sloppy, just soft around the edg

Son Of A Bitch

Roman Fifteen minutes later, James is driving us down Clement Avenue where her phone last pinged. The rain picked up almost as soon as we pulled out of the Cole residence driveway, coming down in heavy sheets that pound against the windshield. My heart is hammering against my ribs. The need to get to Raven and make sure she’s safe is riding me hard. I have no real reason to think she’s in danger, but I still don’t like the fact that she’s not answering my calls and Thomas confirmed she isn’t home. “Her phone’s close, sir,” James says, eyes on the tracker on his dashboard. “Should be just ahead on the left.” He slows the limo to a crawl as we scan the rain-soaked sidewalks. The street is mostly empty. A few cars were parked along the curb. Streetlights cast yellow pools of light on wet pavement. Then I see them. Four figures in the shadows between two buildings. Three men. One woman. No. Not just any woman. The car’s headlights sweep across them and I see it clearl

Tongue Fucked

Raven “I’m not a kid. I’m twenty-two.” His jaw tightens, eyes darkening as he looks at me like he’s trying to hold something back. “You think saying that changes anything?” “It should,” I shoot back, my voice unsteady but stubborn. “I’m not a child. And I’m tired of you acting like I am.” A muscle ticks in his jaw and his grip on my chin tightens, his fingers digging into my skin painfully i almost wince.“You don’t understand what you’re asking for, and I’m losing the will to make sure you never do.” “Then make me understand.” That does it. His control finally slips. “You need to stop pushing me,” he warns, his voice rough, strained. But I don’t back down. I can’t. Something in his eyes breaks. And then his mouth is on mine. Roman is kissing me like it’s war. Teeth, tongue, breath. He devours me like he’s starving and furious that he let himself get this hungry. Jared’s face keeps flashing in my mind. On the floor, covered in his own blood, his voice

Baiting Him

RavenRoman is driving me absolutely crazy and he knows it. He knows exactly what I need yet he is intentionally denying me.He will use his mouth, his tongue, his fingers, anything to make me scream and shatter but when it comes to his cock he pulls away, leaving me empty and throbbing and begging for the one thing I truly want.I can’t stop watching him. I try my hardest not to stare at this man, but I can’t keep my eyes away.I wrap my arms around my chest, looking at him as he makes a phone call about some contracts, so composed. Like his face wasn’t just buried between my legs moments ago. Like he didn’t just lick me until I saw stars, until I was shaking so hard I thought I would break.That’s one thing with Roman—he touches me one minute, and the next he acts like I don’t even exist. Like I’m something forbidden, and he hates that he touched me.Guilt. That’s what I see eating him up to the point he can’t look at me, and when I do catch him, he always turns away.“You should st

My Sweet Girl

RomanMy wet shoes leave dark wet stains on the expensive hardwood floor as I walk into the master bedroom. I feel heavy. Tired. And still buzzing with that dark, violent energy from what happened with Jared.And Raven.God, Raven.The taste of her is still on my tongue. The feel of her coming apart on my fingers is still etched into my memory. I can still hear her begging me for it.“Roman?”Vivienne’s voice pulls me out of my head. She is sitting at the vanity, facing the mirror, dabbing some expensive cream into her skin. That is all she ever seems to do. Take care of her face. Take care of her image. Perfect, polished, plastic.“You’re back late,” she says, not looking up from her reflection. “I was starting to worry.”I don’t answer. I just start unbuttoning my shirt, peeling the damp fabric off my body, throwing it onto the chair.“I was going through the schedule for tomorrow,” she continues, smoothing lotion into her neck. “The fitting for my wedding dress is at noon. I need y

Not So Perfect Breakfast

RavenI hold the phone to my ear, walking back and forth in front of the window while the morning sun filters through the curtains.“Girl, are you sure you’re okay?” Anaya’s voice comes through, still sounding a little tired but relieved. “I felt so bad leaving you like that. My mind has just been all over the place with Mum.”“I’m fine, I promise.” I lie smoothly, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.I can’t tell her. I can’t tell anyone. How do you explain to your best friend that you were almost raped, and then the man you are in love with shot the guy multiple times in front of you? It sounds like a movie. It sounds insane.And the images are still flashing behind my eyes every time I close them—the blood, the sound of the gunshots, the way Roman looked so calm while he did it.“I got a ride actually,” I say instead. “Someone came and picked me up. Got me home safe.”“Thank God.” She breathes out. “I was worried sick. Okay, good. Mum is doing much better now, by the way. The do

Filthy Car Ride

RomanI am sitting in the black Maybach with Raven and Aria who is glued to her phone playing some game with bright colors and annoying sounds even through her headphones.I did everything to get out of this one, to not be closer to Raven because it doesn’t always end well with her but Vivienne insisted we all ride together to the fitting. Some bullshit about family bonding and making sure I’m involved in the wedding planning.I would rather be anywhere else.Vivienne sits in the front passenger seat going through her iPad and rattling off details about the reception. James navigates through midtown traffic while I’m trapped in the back seat between Aria and Raven.Raven is on my right.She’s wearing a yellow sundress that makes her skin glow. Her hair is pulled back in a ponytail and I can see the curve of her neck. The place where I love to kiss her.“The caterer confirmed the menu changes,” Vivienne says without looking up from her phone. “But they’re charging an additional three t

Cum Candy

RomanThe zipper moves down tooth by tooth. The sound is covered by traffic noise and Vivienne’s voice droning on about wedding details.“The cake tasting is on Thursday. You promised you’d be there this time. No excuses about work or meetings or anything else. You promised, Roman.”“I’ll be there,” I manage to say.Raven’s hand slips inside my pants and inside my boxer briefs. Her fingers wrap around my bare cock and I have to close my eyes.Fuck.Her hand is small and soft and wrapped around me firmly enough that my breath stops. She strokes me from base to tip in one long pull.I feel precum leak from the head.“And we need to discuss the honeymoon,” Vivienne continues. “I want two weeks in the Maldives but your assistant said you can only do one week because of some acquisition in Singapore.”“We’ll figure it out.” My voice sounds strained. I clear my throat and try again. “One week is fine.”“One week is not fine. This is our honeymoon. It should be special.”Raven strokes me aga

Fighting The Urge

Roman We walk into the building. Vivienne loops her arm through mine instantly, pressing herself close, playing the part of the perfect bride-to-be to perfection. “Isn’t this place divine? Everything is so exclusive.” I grunt something noncommittal. My mind is already elsewhere. My phone buzzes in my pocket. I pull it out. Marcus. I gesture for them to keep walking and hang back, lifting the device to my ear. “Boss.” His voice has that sharp edge. The one that means trouble. “Have you seen the news today?” “What news?” “Alexander’s son got shot last night.” “I heard. Gerald called last night.” My mind flickers back to last night. To the bastard who thought he could put his hands on what belongs to me. The one I put bullets in. It might just be a coincidence that Alexander’s son got shot around the same time. I got rid of the trash that needed to be taken out to the street. “Kingston is losing his mind,” Marcus continues. “He’s promising to tear the city apart. Every

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