Todos os capítulos de Daddy's Secret: A Collection of Forbidden Stories: Capítulo 101 - Capítulo 110

The moon didn't just rise this time; it felt like it was predatory, looming over the city with a cold, silver intent.I’d tried to be stronger. I’d replaced the chains with heavy-duty restraints, barricaded the door with a dresser, and even swallowed enough sedatives to put a horse down. But the necklace didn't care about chemicals. It sat against my collarbone, pulsing with a heat that felt like a heartbeat.At 11:58 PM, the drugs didn't matter. The burning didn't just start; it exploded. It felt like my blood was being replaced by molten lead."Not tonight... please," I choked out, but my own body was already betraying me. My thighs were already slick, a deep, heavy ache thrumming in my core that made my toes curl against the sheets.“Patience, Lila,” the voice purred, vibrating through my very bones. “Tonight, we aren't just eating. Tonight, we’re being celebrated.”My spine snapped upward, the restraints popping with a terrifying, metallic crack. I didn't even feel the effort. I c

I barely had time to clean myself up before the front door opened again.Tyler was still downstairs yelling at the TV. I was in the kitchen trying to wipe Jace’s cum off my thighs when he walked back in like he owned the place.He didn’t say a word.He just grabbed me by the throat, spun me around, and bent me over the kitchen island again. My shorts were still around my ankles from earlier.“Jace… Tyler is right there…” I whispered desperately.“I know,” he growled, already pulling his cock out. It was still rock hard. “That’s what makes this fun.”He slammed back into my cum-filled pussy in one brutal thrust.I had to bite my own arm to stop from screaming..He started fucking me even harder than before deep, angry, possessive strokes that made my hips slam against the counter. The wet, filthy sound of his thick cock pounding my creamy pussy was loud. Way too loud.“Fuck… this cunt is even wetter now,” he groaned quietly, gripping my hips so hard his fingers dug into my skin. “You r

The thirty-day countdown wasn’t a calendar in my head; it was a fever in my blood.I had tried to play the part of a normal woman. I went to the office, drank my coffee, and sat through meetings, but I was a fraud. Beneath my professional slacks, the faint, fading bruises on my inner thighs felt like brand marks, and every time I closed my eyes, I didn't see the fluorescent lights of the city. I saw golden eyes. I felt the phantom weight of five powerful bodies pressing me into the earth. My body was a traitor, aching with a hollow, pulsing void that nothing in the civilized world could fill.When the moon finally bled into that familiar, predatory red, I didn't fight it. I didn't lock the doors. The "lone wolf" I used to be was already dead.I walked into the ancient heart of the woods wearing a white silk slip that felt like a spiderweb against my skin. The air was thick with the scent of pine and damp earth, but underneath it was the heavy, musk-laden pheromones of the pack. They

The storm outside was nothing compared to the violence of the air inside Captain Elias Blackthorn’s cabin.Elara lay back on the heavy oak bed, her silver hair tangled across the dark sheets like spilled moonlight. Her chest rose and fell in jagged, desperate hitches, her thighs still vibrating from the onslaught she’d just endured. She felt raw, open, and utterly conquered.Elias stood at the foot of the bed, a silhouette of hard muscle and dark intent. He was slick with sweat, his breath a low, rhythmic growl in the shadows. He looked at her not as a guest, but as a prize won from the depths. His cock was still heavy and rigid, twitching with a hunger that seemed bottomless.He wasn't finished. The night was young, and his greed was old.Without a word, he caught her ankles in his calloused grip and yanked her toward him until she was balanced on the very edge of the mattress. He pushed her knees back toward her shoulders, exposing her swollen, flushed, and still weeping the evidenc

The next morning, the sun finally broke through the clouds, but Elias didn't take her to the deck.He had spent the whole night watching her sleep, and the more he looked at her, the more his greed grew. He realized he didn't want the crew to see her silver skin or hear the way she breathed. He was too selfish for that. He wanted her hidden away in his room, like a secret treasure that only he could touch.But he still wanted them to know. He wanted every man on that ship to hear the sounds coming from his cabin so they would know she was being claimed, over and over, by their Captain alone.He walked into the room carrying a tray of fruit and fresh bread. He set it down and just stared at her. His eyes were dark with a hunger that food couldn't fix. Even after a night of having her, he still wanted her.Elara sat up slowly, pulling the sheets to her chest. Her throat felt dry, and for the first time since she was dragged from the ocean, she spoke. It wasn't a song or a moan. It was a