Dear Ex, Your Father Fxxked Me Better: Filthy Shorts のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

STORY ONE:(THE PENTHOUSE BETRAYAL) II stepped out of the private elevator into the sprawling 72nd-floor penthouse I shared with my fiancé, the air still carrying the faint scent of the Chanel No. 5 I’d sprayed on my neck before leaving for my final wedding dress fitting. Three days. In seventy-two hours I was supposed to walk down the aisle toward Damien Beckett.I was the happiest human alive and I assumed the feeling was mutual with Damien.Instead, the moment the doors slid open, I heard it.The wet, rhythmic slap of skin on skin. A woman’s breathy, porn-star moans. Damien’s low grunt, the same grunt he gave when he was close.I didn’t drop my purse. I didn’t scream. I simply walked down the marble hallway on silent Louboutins until I reached the open double doors of the master bedroom.There he was—my future husband—completely naked, hips snapping forward as he drove his cock into my maid of honor, Sophia. Sophia’s legs were wrapped high around his waist, red-bottomed heels stil

STORY TWO(THE WALL STREET WIDOW I)I stood in the middle of our sprawling Tribeca loft, voice cracking with fury as I waved the foreclosure notice in Tyler’s face.“You put the house up as collateral? You took out a loan in my name without telling me? We’re going to be homeless in three months, Tyler! How could you—”Tyler didn’t even look up from his phone. He lounged on the leather sofa like he owned the world, which, until five minutes ago, I had believed he did.“Relax, Cara. You’re being dramatic. It’s just money.”“Just money?” My hands shook. “This is my credit, my future. We’re married!”He finally glanced at me, eyes cold. “Married? Please. You’ve been useless for years. Can’t even give me a proper heir. Bad luck, that’s what you are. I cursed the day I met you. Should’ve listened to my gut and never put a ring on your finger.”The words landed like slaps. I staggered back a step.Tyler stood, straightening his designer shirt. “I’m done with this conversation. And with you.

(THE WALL STREET WIDOW III)I obeyed. My hips rose and fell, taking him deep with every downward slam. The chair creaked beneath us. My tits bounced wildly in his face as I rode him harder, faster, chasing that building pressure. Zephyr’s hands gripped my ass, spreading my cheeks, one finger teasing the tight ring of my asshole while he thrust up to meet me.“Look at you,” he growled, eyes locked on where we were joined. “Soaking my cock, dripping down my balls. My son could never make you this wet. Never make you scream like this.”“Daddy— oh God, Daddy, I’m so close—”“Not yet.” Zephyr suddenly gripped my hips, holding me still, impaled fully on his cock. He grinned, that same charming, predatory smile that made my pussy clench around him. “You come when I say.”He kept me there, grinding slowly, making me feel every thick inch while he sucked and bit at my nipples until they were swollen and red. Only when I was shaking and begging did he release my hips.“Now ride me like you mean

CONTENT WARNING: SOMNOPHILIAPART TWO – The Drugged Wine & Four Unconscious RoundsMy fingers tightened around the stem of the wine glass. Harlan’s words hung heavy in the air between us — raw, filthy, and dripping with dark promise. After Ethan’s betrayal, this felt like the only thing that could fill the hollow ache inside me.“So now,” he continued, voice a low, velvet rumble that wrapped around me like a warm embrace, “I want to do the same to you, sweetheart. I want to make you unconscious… and do every dirty, depraved thing I’ve been fantasizing about doing to this young body for two long years. Let me worship every inch of you while you drift.”He leaned in closer, his large frame casting a shadow over me, yet his touch was already tender. “The wine will knock you out completely. You won’t be able to move, speak, or even open your eyes. But your body… fuck, your body will feel everything. Every touch. Every thrust. Every orgasm I rip out of you while you’re completely helpless.

CONTENT WARNING: SOMNOPHILIAPART FOUR: THE BATHTUB RIDEMy body still hummed with the aftershocks of my last orgasm when a wicked new craving took root. I wanted more than just riding him. I wanted to take him somewhere intimate, somewhere I could see every inch of his powerful body and use him exactly how I pleased.I carefully climbed off his cock, a thick trickle of our mixed cum leaking down my inner thigh. Biting my lip, I slid my arms under Harlan’s heavy, unconscious frame and, with surprising effort, helped guide his limp body off the bed. His head lolled against my shoulder as I half-carried, half-dragged him into the luxurious en-suite bathroom.The massive marble bathtub was already filled with warm water from earlier — Harlan must have prepared it before the second dose of wine. Steam curled lazily in the air, scented faintly with sandalwood.I maneuvered his tall, muscular body into the tub first, laying him back against one curved end. Then I stepped in naked, lowering