All Chapters of Ruthless Daddy; His Bratty Little Girl : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

JulianI press Daphne back against the wet tile, the full weight of my body pinning her there. Water cascades over both of us. I push my tongue between her lips and take her sweet taste. She moans softly into me, then louder when I tangle my fingers in her wet hair and tilt her head to deepen the kiss. A sharp thread of need cuts straight through me when her teeth catch my bottom lip.“Fuck, baby girl,” I groan against her mouth, then drag my lips down the side of her throat, nipping at the pulse that jumps under my tongue.Her hands are already on me, sliding over my chest, my shoulders, down the ridges of my stomach. She wraps her fingers around my cock without hesitation and gives it a firm stroke that nearly drops me to my knees. I cage her in with both hands against the tile on either side of her head while she works me, slow and deliberate, thumb sweeping over the head and spreading the precum already leaking for her.“That’s it,” I grit out. “Keep touching me just like that

DaphneI tell Eli I’m going out for dinner, and he sits up so fast his controller slides off the bed.“With Caleb? Daph, this is a bad idea.”“Eli, it’s just dinner.”“You didn’t tell Julian.”“No.” I fix my hair in the mirror by the door. “And you’re not going to either.”“He’s going to find out. Nothing about you ever gets past him.”“Then he finds out. I’m not doing anything wrong, Eli.”“You’re doing it to prove a point. And that’s wrong.”“Maybe I am trying to prove a point.” I meet his eyes in the mirror. “Doesn’t mean I’m wrong.”He sighs, the way he does when he knows he’s lost. “Text me when you get there. And when you leave.”“Yes, Dad.”The restaurant is small and warm, with candles in mismatched jars. Caleb is already at a table near the back, and he stands when he sees me, relief crossing his face before he covers it with a smile."Daphne,You came.""I said I would.""People say a lot of things." He pulls out my chair. "I half expected a text canceling.""

DaphneI hear Julian’s footsteps before I see him, the front door closing with more force than necessary, footsteps coming up the stairs fast. I'm still in my dress from dinner, sitting on the edge of the bed, phone in my hand, when he pushes the door open."Why do you have your man following me?"He doesn't answer. He crosses to the small bar cart by the window, pours himself a scotch, and drinks half of it before he sets the glass down. His jacket comes off next, tossed over the chair, then his tie, then two buttons at his collar, unhurried, like I haven't said anything at all."Julian."He finally sits in the armchair across from the bed, glass in hand, and looks at me like he's deciding where to start."Why did you defy me?""Defy you?" I stand up. "Is that what this is about right now? I'm asking you why you have security trailing me. This is what you always do, and I've told you to stop. And you still sent Marco to follow me to dinner.""You haven't answered my question." His vo

JulianI walk straight through, past the security men who know better than to stop me, down the hall to the study where I know he'll be, glass in hand, like always, like nothing in the world has ever touched him.Vittorio doesn't look up when I walk in."I just came from one of my warehouses," I say, no greeting, no patience left for one. "It got hit. Shipment burned. Did you have anything to do with it?"He finally lifts his eyes, swirls the scotch in his glass, unbothered. "You have some nerve, coming into my house with accusations.""Godfather." I stop a few feet from his desk. "I'm not trying to accuse you. But if there's anyone in this city who has animosity toward me right now, it's you. Because of my fallout with Katrina."Something flickers across his face, quick and cold, and then he smiles, and it's worse than if he hadn't."Good." He sets the glass down slow, deliberate. "Since you already know that, why are you here? Why don't you go cry somewhere? Go on. Find a cor

DaphneThe scent of the burning candle trails behind Julian as he makes his way back to me. I brace myself, pulling against the cuffs on instinct, though there’s nowhere for me to go.“Relax, baby,” he says, voice low, watching my face. “You’ll like this.”He steps between my spread cunt and tips the stick, and a single drop of hot wax falls straight onto my clit. I cry out, back arching hard off the desk, teeth digging into my bottom lip. It burns like a brand, sharp and immediate, the heat sinking deep into that swollen little peak before the wax starts to cool and harden right there. My whole body jolts. A thin stream of arousal leaks out of me before I can stop it.“How does it feel?” he asks, tilting the candle again, eyes locked on mine.“Good.” The word comes out shaky, caught somewhere between a laugh and a moan. “It burns. It hurts. Oh God… it feels so good.”I can’t even make sense of what I’m feeling anymore. Everything is hitting me at once, the pain, the pleasure, t