Sugar Daddies Taste Sweeter의 모든 챕터: 챕터 71 - 챕터 80

 Chapter 72: The Gathering Storm The morning light filtered softly through the penthouse windows, casting a golden hue across the rumpled sheets. Kira lay on her stomach, breathing slow and deep, her body still humming from the intense way Damien had taken her the night before. Every muscle ached in the most satisfying way — a reminder that even amid the chaos, he could make her forget the world for a few precious hours. Damien’s large hand traced lazy patterns down her bare back, his touch both soothing and possessive. He had been awake for a while, watching her sleep, his steel-gray eyes dark with a mixture of love and fierce protectiveness. “You’re thinking too loudly,” Kira murmured, not opening her eyes. Damien chuckled low, the sound vibrating against her skin as he pressed a kiss to her shoulder blade. “Can you blame me? The

 Chapter 74: The Dossier The dossier dropped like a bomb at 4:47 a.m. Kira woke to the sound of Damien’s phone vibrating violently on the nightstand. He was already sitting up, bare-chested in the dim light, his face illuminated by the harsh glow of the screen. His expression was thunderous — a mix of cold fury and something deeper, more personal. “Elias Crowe,” he said, voice low and dangerous. “He just released it.” Kira sat up, pulling the sheet around her naked body. Her heart hammered as Damien handed her the tablet. The document was professionally formatted, anonymously sourced, and devastatingly detailed. It was titled “The Blackwood Myth: From Queens Streets to Predator Penthouse.” It laid out Damien’s entire painful past — his mother’s slow death from untreated cancer due to lack of insurance,

Chapter 76: The Breaking Dawn The penthouse was bathed in the soft gray light of pre-dawn when Kira woke. She had barely slept. The latest dossier from Elias Crowe had kept her mind racing long after Damien had fallen asleep beside her. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw the twisted words about Damien’s mother dying in pain, his brother bleeding out in the streets, and the accusation that Damien had abandoned them all to chase power. The way Crowe had framed her as the latest “victim” in his supposed pattern of destruction made her stomach turn. She slipped out of bed quietly, careful not to wake Damien. He looked peaceful in sleep — the ruthless CEO mask gone, replaced by the man who held her like she was the only thing anchoring him to this world. She pulled on his shirt and walked to the terrace, the cool morning air raising goosebumps on her bare legs. The city was waking up below. Cars m

Chapter 78: Fractured Reflections The next morning brought no peace. Kira stood in the private elevator of the Meridian Gallery, her reflection staring back at her from the polished steel walls. She had chosen a crisp black pantsuit and minimal makeup, hoping professionalism would armor her against the whispers. The diamond lock necklace Damien gave her rested hidden beneath her silk blouse — a secret reminder that she was claimed, protected, and no longer the sheltered girl she used to be. Her hands still trembled slightly from the way Damien had taken her in the shower before she left. Not the raw, commanding fuck from yesterday, but something slower and deeper. He had pressed her against the marble wall, water cascading over them both, and made love to her with long, deliberate strokes while whispering against her ear, “You’re my strength too, little one. Don’t forget that.” 

Chapter 80: Shadows of the Past The penthouse was dimly lit when they returned from the gala. Only the warm glow of recessed lighting and the glittering Manhattan skyline through the floor-to-ceiling windows illuminated the space. Kira kicked off her heels the moment the door closed, sighing as her bare feet touched the cool marble. The emerald gown suddenly felt too heavy, too constricting after the night’s tension. Damien removed his tuxedo jacket and loosened his bow tie, watching her with those intense steel-gray eyes. The audio file of her father’s voice still echoed in both their minds. “Come here,” he said softly, extending his hand. Kira walked into his arms. He held her close, one hand stroking slowly up and down her back. For once, there was no immediate hunger, no commanding growl. Just quiet strength. “I keep hearing his voice,” she