All Chapters of Just One Night to Own Me, Daddies: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

JANICE“Come.”I sat exactly where Aiden wanted me like some form of pet—nestled between him and Lucian on the wide leather couch. The moment my body sank into the cushion, their warmth surrounded me like some form of human cage. If I was being honest, it probably was better this way.Aiden’s solid thigh pressed against mine. Lucian kept his arm rested along the back of the couch, his fingers idly tracing the nape of my neck. Calder sat directly opposite since there was no more space on my couch, legs spread, eyes locked on me with that hungry, predatory stare that made my stomach flip.They resumed talking immediately. Not to me, which would have been the normal thing to do. But around me.Aiden’s hand rested high on my thigh, fingers slowly stroking the skin exposed because of the high slit of my dress. It was absolutely amazing, coupled with Lucian’s touch that stayed light on my neck, occasionally brushing my earlobe. The casual display of ownership in their touches made heat pool

AIDENI was insatiable.The thought pulsed through me like a second heartbeat as I stared at her reflection on the mirror. She looked like a gorgeous mess—flushed cheeks, swollen lips, looking so fucking beautiful. And all mine. Just like she was the moment she started sneaking glances at me across the dinner table the first day we met.Just like then, she was soaked and desperate for everything I could give her. And I wanted to give her everything. Again and again. Until she couldn’t walk straight.I grabbed her by the hair, turned her head around and crushed my mouth to hers, shoving my tongue deep between her lips. She tasted like my personal damnation.I devoured her, biting her lower lip hard enough to make her whimper before plunging back in, fucking her mouth with my tongue. My cock surged to full hardness instantly.Yep, absolutely insatiable.“On me. Now,” I growled against her wet lips.I dropped onto the bed and yanked her on top of me, manhandling that body until we locked

JANICEOh my goodness. This could not be fucking happening.The article continued viciously, leaving no space for me to have a time to breathe.“We also have other sources confirming that she’s been seen leaving private clubs looking thoroughly used. Some would say she is the ultimate gold-digging slut…”Who were these sources? How were they seeing me? What the fuck was happening to me?I scrolled down because I had a sick fascination to know what these people thought about me. How on earth did they fill the comments so quickly? The article was posted two hours ago.“Three men? She must be a world-class whore to keep all three satisfied.”“Bet they’ll toss her aside in a week once the novelty wears off. Used goods.”“Imagine being passed around like that. Disgusting slut.”“Her pussy must be liquid gold if she got those men coming for more.”My chest tightened with each new comment I read. The room started spinning. My breathing became shallow and fast, like I couldn’t get enough air.

LUCIANI leaned against the high-backed leather chair in Aiden’s sprawling sitting room, the crystal glass of whiskey cool in my hand. The amber liquid burned smoothly down my throat as I took another slow sip, letting the silences stretch between us.I loved how the estate remained quiet.Calder paced near the fireplace like a caged animal. He was always the most restless of us, especially when something—or someone—he wanted was out of reach. It wasn’t a pretty trait.“So how much longer do we have to wait before we meet her again?” he growled, running a hand through his hair. “This is fucking ridiculous, you know. We shouldn’t let Janice remain out there, dealing with this shit alone, while we’re here sitting and drinking like nothing happened.”I understood his frustration, though. I felt it too—that sharp, gnawing hunger to have her between us again. To bury myself into her tight, warm body and listen to her voice as she talks about anything and everything the moment she became co

CALDERThere was only so much “Uncle Calder, I’m so fucking disappointed in you,” and “How could you even stand that slut,” I could take from Mila before I lost my fucking mind and snapped at her.And I never snapped at Mila. She was my sweet girl. The daughter I never had.Anyway, after Lucian snuck out and left me with stubborn father and annoyed daughter, I stayed with them for two more days, trying to see if there was some way I could smooth the whole thing over. There was none. So all I did was watch her pace around the house, stomping like some teenager, tears in her eyes, throwing every guilt trip imaginable at both of us. The worst part? Some of it was deserved.But I wasn’t built for sitting still while a twenty four years old woman yelled at me like I was the misbehaving adult. So I left. Told Aiden I had work to do and got the hell out of there.The duo had some sort of history with my darling and I didn’t want to dive into that.And it was true. I did have work to do. Rede