Semua Bab Sugar Daddies Taste Sweeter: Bab 1 - Bab 8

Chapter 2: Crossing the LineI stood frozen against the railing for what felt like forever, my champagne glass warm in my suddenly clammy hands. Damien Blackwood’s words kept echoing in my head low, filthy, and far too tempting.Come find me.My pulse was still racing. The good girl voice in my head screamed that this was insane. He was forty-two. I was twenty-two. He was my father’s ex-business partner, the man Dad had called “dangerous” and “toxic” more times than I could count. Going anywhere near his private booth would be playing with fire.But my body wasn’t listening.The ache between my thighs hadn’t eased. If anything, it had grown worse. Every time I remembered the way his steel-gray eyes had raked over me, the way he’d said “Daddy” like it was both a tease and a promise, heat pulsed through me again.I bit my lip hard.Sophia was gone probably having the kind of wild night I’d only read about in steamy novels. No one was waiting for me. No one would know if I just… looked.

Chapter 4: The Penthouse The black town car pulled up outside my apartment building at exactly 7:30 PM the next evening. I had spent the entire day at the gallery in a fog jumping every time my phone buzzed, thighs clenching whenever I remembered Damien’s fingers inside me on his desk. I’d changed outfits three times before settling on a simple but elegant emerald green dress that hugged my curves and fell just above the knee. No panties, just like he’d ordered. The cool night air brushing against my bare skin made me feel exposed and ridiculously turned on.When I slid into the backseat, the driver didn’t say a word. He simply handed me a small black box with a note attached in Damien’s bold handwriting:Wear this. Nothing else underneath.Inside was a delicate diamond necklace with a single teardrop pendant that rested perfectly between my breasts, and a pair of sky-high black heels. My hands trembled slightly as I fastened the necklace. The weight of it felt like a clai

Chapter 6: Dangerous CravingsThe next morning, sunlight poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Damien’s Tribeca penthouse, bathing the massive bed in golden light. I lay tangled in the silk sheets, my body deliciously sore in the best possible way. Every inch of me still tingled from the way Damien had taken me again and again throughout the night his hands gripping my hips, his deep voice growling “good girl” against my ear as he drove into me until I screamed.I stretched slowly, feeling the pleasant ache between my thighs. The emerald dress from last night lay discarded on the floor like a forgotten promise. Beside me, the bed was empty, but I could hear the low murmur of Damien’s voice coming from the living area. He was already on a business call, shirtless, wearing only black sweatpants that hung low on his hips, revealing the sharp V of his muscles.I bit my lip, heat pooling low in my belly just from watching him. How had I gone from the careful, good-girl Kira Holt t

Chapter 8: The Ghost of BetrayalI didn’t go to the penthouse that night.Instead, I sent Damien a single text: Need space. Talk tomorrow.His reply came immediately.Damien: Space is the one thing I won’t give you, little one. But I’ll wait. For now.The words should have scared me. Instead they only made the ache between my thighs worse.By the following evening I couldn’t stay away any longer. I needed answers. I needed to look him in the eye and hear the truth from the man who had ruined my father and was now ruining me in the most addictive way possible.The private elevator opened straight into Damien’s Tribeca penthouse. He was waiting for me, leaning against the marble island with a glass of scotch in his hand. Black shirt unbuttoned at the collar, sleeves rolled up, silver at his temples catching the low light. The moment he saw me, his steel-gray eyes darkened with hunger and something sharper suspicion.“You’ve been crying,” he said, voice low. He set the glass down and cro