All Chapters of Ruin Me Step Daddy: Forbidden Cravings : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

The city never slept, but in the penthouse high above it all, time moved differently. Freya stood barefoot on the cool marble floor, one hand resting protectively over the gentle swell of her belly, the other pressed against the floor-to-ceiling glass. The lights of the metropolis sparkled like diamonds scattered across black velvet. Behind her, Draven’s reflection approached slowly, his powerful frame silhouetted by the low lighting. He wrapped his arms around her from behind, large hands splaying over her rounded stomach where their child grew.“Still thinking too much?” he murmured, lips brushing the shell of her ear. His voice was that perfect mix of gravel and velvet that had ruined her from the very first forbidden touch months ago.Freya leaned back into his solid warmth. “Always. I keep wondering if we did the right thing. If the price was too high.”Draven turned her gently to face him. He was naked, as was she — they had long since given up on clothing when they were alone.

Vivienne’s new bedroom was larger than her entire Paris apartment. Marble floors, a king-sized bed draped in black silk sheets, floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the city’s glittering lights, and a massive ensuite bathroom with a glass-walled shower that could easily fit four people. Everything screamed luxury and control—Sebastian’s domain.She unpacked slowly, deliberately hanging her provocative dresses where he would see them if he ever dared enter. A sheer red lace slip. A backless black gown that barely covered her ass. She smiled to herself, imagining his reaction.By the time she showered and changed into something more comfortable—a tiny black satin camisole and matching shorts that rode high on her thighs—it was past midnight. The penthouse was quiet, but she could feel his presence everywhere, like a storm hovering just out of sight.Hunger drove her to the kitchen. She padded barefoot across the cool floors, the faint glow of the city her only light. She was reachin

Two days later, the storm outside had nothing on the one brewing inside Hale Tower.A late-night emergency board meeting had been called after a major investor threatened to pull out, citing “instability” caused by Vivienne’s very public return and her “disruptive ideas.” Sebastian had spent hours in damage control. Vivienne refused to be sidelined and stayed at the office with him long after everyone else had gone home.The executive floor was empty. Only the low hum of the city far below and the occasional ping of Sebastian’s computer broke the silence.Vivienne stood at the window of his corner office, arms crossed, staring at the rain-slicked streets. She had changed out of her work attire into a simple oversized button-down shirt she’d stolen from his closet earlier—claiming it was more comfortable for the long night. The hem barely covered her ass, and she wore nothing underneath.Sebastian looked up from his desk, tie long discarded, sleeves rolled up. His eyes narrowed at the

The weekend brought no escape.A powerful storm had shut down half the city, grounding flights and forcing the penthouse into a cocoon of isolation. Sebastian canceled all external meetings. For the first time since Vivienne’s return, they had uninterrupted time together—dangerous, addictive time.Saturday night found them in the living room, rain hammering the windows like accusations. A half-empty bottle of wine sat on the coffee table. Vivienne was curled against Sebastian’s side on the massive sectional, wearing nothing but one of his dress shirts again. His arm was wrapped around her, fingers idly stroking her bare thigh.The sex had been almost constant since Thursday, but tonight felt different. Quieter. Heavier.“You’ve never told me why you really came back,” Sebastian said suddenly, his deep voice cutting through the rain. “The official story is the scandal in Paris. But I know you, Vivienne. You don’t run from scandals. You create them.”She was silent for a long moment, tr

The Monday after the gala brought rain again—and revelations that would change everything.Sebastian was already in his home office at 5 a.m., poring over encrypted files when Vivienne padded in wearing only his shirt. She slid onto his lap without a word, straddling him, her bare pussy pressing against the growing bulge in his sweatpants.“Couldn’t sleep without you,” she murmured, kissing along his jaw.He groaned, hands automatically gripping her ass, but his expression remained tense. “I found something.”Instead of fucking her immediately like they both wanted, he turned the laptop toward her. Files. Bank transfers. Old emails. A hidden folder labeled “Voss Legacy.”“Your father has been siphoning money from the company for years,” Sebastian said quietly. “Not for personal gain. To bury something much worse. There are records of payoffs to regulators, silenced whistleblowers, and… connections to some very dangerous people in the media black market.”Vivienne’s blood ran cold. She