Ruthless Daddy; His Bratty Little Girl のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

Julian Daphne kisses me back like she’s been waiting all night to do it, one hand fisting in my shirt, pulling me down instead of letting me lean into her. That’s new. She used to hesitate. Now she just takes. I walk her backward until her knees hit the edge of the bed, and she sits down hard, looking up at me with her lips parted, breathing like she ran here. “Long night?” she asks. “You have no idea.” “Tell me.” “No.” She frowns, that stubborn line forming between her brows, the one she gets right before she argues with me. I press my thumb against it before she can start. “Not tonight,” I say. “Tonight I don’t want to talk about anything else. I want to focus on you. I want to look at my wife.” “Your wife,” she repeats, like she’s testing the word in her mouth. “I think I can get use to having you call me that.” I kneel down in front of her, and she goes still, watching me with something wary and hungry both at once, like she still doesn’t fully trust t

Daphne It's quiet, except for a faint sound of laughter coming from somewhere. And I'd recognize it anywhere. It's Eli and Layla's.The ranch is hours behind us. The drive was quiet. Julian barely spoke. But I can see how much anger is sitting behind his eyes.I follow behind him, without any care in the world about his feelings, because I'm not letting him control me.The second we're up the stairs and in the hallway near our bedroom, he has me against the wall, mouth on mine, hands already under the blue dress I was still wearing from breakfast with his grandparents. I thought he was going to fuck me right there in the hallway."Julian…" His mouth muffles the sound."I hate it when you try to control me. How about that?"He scoops me off the floor and carries me the rest of the way to the door, kicking it open.He tosses me on the bed and strips the dress up to my waist.Panic sets in. I can't have him again. I can barely hold my legs together from how achy I feel. "Julian, I can'

Daphne Julian pulls back just enough to reach the ropes at my ankles. The knots come free one after the other. My legs drop, aching from how long they’ve been held open, but he doesn’t give me time to stretch. He flips me onto my stomach in one smooth move, the blue dress still bunched around my waist, wrists still bound tight to the headboard. My ass is up, presented to him, and I feel the air hit everything that’s already swollen and wet.Then he spreads my cheeks with both hands and stares for a long second. Then the thick head of his cock presses against my pussy and he sinks in with one long, deep thrust that forces a scream straight into the pillow.“Holy fucking Christ…”The force of it rocks me forward. My bound hands can’t brace me. He doesn’t slow down. He fucks me hard, hips slamming, every stroke bottoming out so deep I feel it in my stomach. The pillow muffles the broken sounds I can’t stop making. My thighs shake. Every time he drives in I clench around him withou

JulianThe warehouse smells like salt water and diesel, the kind of cold that settles into your bones no matter how many layers you're wearing. Forklifts move between rows of stacked containers, engines humming low under the clang of metal against metal, men shouting numbers back and forth across the floor.Luca falls into step beside me as I walk the length of the second row, checking manifests against the containers marked for tonight's shipment."Everything on schedule?""Two containers running behind. Customs delay at the port, nothing we can't handle." He taps something into the tablet in his hand. "The rest goes out on the midnight run like planned.""Good." I stop in front of a container marked with a shipping code only a handful of men in this city would recognize for what it actually means. "Make sure the manifest paperwork matches what customs is expecting. I don't want anyone pulling a container for inspection because some number doesn't line up.""Already triple-checked it

JulianKatrina's apartment door isn't locked, which tells me she's still careless enough to think that means something in this city. I let myself in, and I hear her freeze somewhere past the entryway before I even reach the living room."Julian." Her voice comes out thinner than she probably wants it to. "You can't just—""I can do whatever I want in a city that still answers to me."She's standing near the window, a glass of wine forgotten on the counter behind her, and the moment I step fully into the room I watch something in her posture cave inward. Good. She should be afraid. She's earned every bit of it."What do you want?""You know exactly what I want." I keep my voice level, controlled, the kind of calm that unsettles people far more than shouting ever could. "You told Lily we're getting back together. You told her Daphne is bad, that she shouldn't play with her.""I didn't—""Don't insult my intelligence, Katrina. You know exactly what you said."She sets her jaw, some of th