บททั้งหมดของ His father’s obsession with me : บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

ElaraIt was past midnight. The penthouse was dark and quiet except for the sound of our heavy breathing. Damien was on top of me, his strong body moving slowly between my legs. His thick cock slid deep inside my wet pussy, stretching me so perfectly with every thrust. I moaned softly, my nails digging into his back as pleasure mixed with tiredness.“You feel so good, baby girl,” he whispered in my ear, his voice low and rough. He fucked me slow and deep, grinding his hips against me, making sure I felt every inch of him.I wrapped my legs tighter around his waist. “Damien… harder… please…”He started moving faster, his heavy balls slapping against me. The bed creaked under us. I was so close to coming again when I suddenly heard a sound.Click.My eyes flew open. It sounded like the front door.“Damien…” I whispered, my body freezing.He didn’t stop right away. He thrust into me two more times before slowing down. “Shh, it’s nothing,” he said calmly, still buried deep inside me.But

ElaraThat night, after Damien fucked me hard in the shower, we lay naked on his big bed. My body was still trembling from the orgasm. His thick cum was leaking slowly from my sore pussy onto the sheets. I rested my head on his strong chest, listening to his heartbeat while he gently stroked my back.Even though I felt satisfied and safe in his arms, I couldn’t stop thinking about the adoption file and everything that happened. I needed to know the full truth.“Damien…” I whispered, tracing my fingers on his chest. “Please tell me everything. About Kael. About the adoption. I want to know all of it. No more secrets.”Damien stayed quiet for a moment. He kissed the top of my head and sighed deeply. Then he started talking in his deep, calm voice.“Me and my late wife… we tried for many years to have a child, but we couldn’t conceive. The doctors said it was impossible. So we decided to adopt. Kael was just a baby when we brought him home. I loved him like my own son.”He paused and pul

The first day without Damien already felt endless. Two weeks. I kept repeating the words in my head like a punishment. His scent still lingered on the pillows, and my body ached from the way he had fucked me so hard before leaving. My pussy was still a little sore, a sweet reminder of his thick cock stretching me open.I had just finished a quick shower when I heard the front door of the penthouse open. My heart jumped. Damien wasn’t supposed to be back yet. I wrapped a towel around my body and stepped into the living room.It wasn’t Damien.Kael stood there, smiling like a snake. Two big men I didn’t recognize waited behind him.“What are you doing here?” I snapped, holding the towel tighter. “Get out before I call security.”Kael laughed coldly. He walked closer, his eyes moving over my bare legs and wet hair. “Security won’t help you today, Elara. I made sure of that. My father’s little pet thinks she’s safe in this fancy cage. But I have my own keys.”Before I could run, his men g

ElaraThe door of the safe house opened late in the afternoon. I was curled up on the couch when Damien walked in. The moment I saw him, everything broke. I ran straight into his arms.“Damien!” I cried, burying my face in his chest.He hugged me so tight I could barely breathe. His strong arms wrapped around my body like steel, one hand cradling the back of my head. I felt safe for the first time in days.“I’m here, baby girl,” he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. “I’m so sorry I wasn’t here to protect you.”We stayed like that for a long time. I sobbed against him, shaking. Finally, I pulled back a little, tears still falling.“Damien… he slept with me,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “Marco… while Kael watched. I’m so sorry, baby. I tried to fight—”“Shhh.” Damien cupped my face, his dark eyes burning. “I already know. None of it was your fault. You’re still mine. You’ll always be mine.” He kissed me hard, like he was trying to erase every bad memory with his lips.We sat t

ElaraThe days after Damien’s return blurred into a haze of sex, school, and simmering rage.My body had never felt more alive—or more owned. Every morning I woke up sore between my legs, Damien’s dried cum still on my thighs or leaking out of me. He fucked me before coffee, before I left for school, and the second I stepped back into the penthouse. Sometimes he didn’t even let me take my uniform off—he’d just bend me over the nearest surface and slam into me like a man starved.This morning was no different.I was still half-asleep when he pulled me on top of him, guiding his thick, morning-hard cock into my already slick pussy. I sank down with a long, shaky moan, feeling every inch stretch me open again.“Fuck… Damien,” I gasped, rolling my hips slowly. “You’re so deep.”His hands gripped my ass hard, fingers digging into the flesh as he thrust up into me. “That’s right, baby girl. Ride my cock. Show me how much you missed it while I was gone.”I rode him harder, breasts bouncing,