All Chapters of My Ex And His Daddy's Obsession: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Aurora could only nod weakly, her head lolling on Richard's shoulder. She felt very sinful, yet her body could not lie. Under the pouring water that drenched the two of them, Aurora let herself drown in Richard's hot game, a game played right under the same roof where his son was suppressing anger in the next room. That night, in the steam-filled bathroom, the boundaries promised by Richard slowly began to fade, leaving a passion that was pure and deadly.The clumping clouds of hot steam inside the bathroom seemed to trap the remnants of Aurora's sanity. The stinging pain that had briefly subsided earlier was now replaced by a throb of passion that demanded more response. The rhythmic friction done by Richard behind her back made every nerve in Aurora's body scream. Her logic was completely paralyzed, covered by the fog of lust triggered by the mature touch of the man behind her."Richard... I... I can't take it anymore," Aurora whimpered, her voice hoarse and almost breaking. She tur

The light inside the master bedroom now only left a dim glow from the corner of the nightstand, creating long shadows dancing on the wall. The atmosphere felt so silent, only the sound of Richard’s heavy breathing and Aurora’s fast-racing heartbeat filled the air that suddenly felt thin. Aurora gripped the edge of the bedsheet, her fingers turning white as she felt Richard’s hot skin pressing against her inner thigh again."Slow down, okay!" Aurora pleaded in a voice that was almost a terrified whisper. Her tear-swollen eyes looked at Richard with complete supplication.Richard stopped his movement for a moment, looking at Aurora’s face which appeared so fragile beneath his pinning body. He cracked the softest smile he ever had, then leaned down to plant a deep kiss on Aurora’s forehead. "Yes, Sweetheart. I promise I won't hurt you more than I should," Richard replied in a low, soothing tone.Richard began to position himself. Very carefully, he tried to guide his super-sized member t

The upper floor corridor of the Calloway mansion felt eerie in the dead of the night. Ethan stood frozen in front of the large teak door of the master bedroom, his hands clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white. His eyes stared blankly at the gold-plated doorknob. He tried to press his ear against it, hoping to hear something—perhaps a moan, perhaps the rustling of the bedsheet, or anything that could confirm his suspicion.However, there was no sound. Dead silent.*Damn it! Why does the door have to be locked tonight?* Ethan cursed in his heart. His anger flared up because last night he had easily walked in there while Richard was fast asleep under the influence of the drug, but tonight that door was tightly shut like a fortress.Ethan began to pace up and down the corridor restlessly. His footsteps, covered in slippers, made no sound on the thick carpet, but the storm in his head rumbled violently. He did not know what was happening inside. Was his father sleeping? Or was

83The vibration of the phone beneath the pillow felt like an electric shock that jolted Aurora awake from her deep sleep. She blinked, trying to gather the fragments of her consciousness after a long, exhausting night. Her head felt slightly heavy, and her body—especially her core—still throbbed faintly. She reached beneath the pillow and found her phone screen lit up, displaying the name "Ethan" with a video call icon.Aurora glanced at the other side of the bed. It was empty. Richard was no longer there. She took a deep breath, trying to steady her voice before sliding her finger across the screen. The moment the call connected, her breath caught in her throat.On the screen, Ethan looked disheveled. His hair was a mess, whipped by the strong wind, and his eyes were bloodshot, blazing with anger and heartache. The background behind him was not a bedroom but an open sky with a low iron safety railing."Ethan? Where are you? Why is the wind so strong?" Aurora asked, her voice beginni

85The clock on the wall in the living room of Calloway Mansion showed five o'clock in the afternoon, yet the atmosphere inside the luxurious house was suffocating. Richard sat in his leather chair, his eyes fixed on the grand front door while his fingers tapped restlessly against the table. Sean, his head of security, had just reported over the phone that they had reached a dead end in tracing the taxi that had taken Aurora because it had not been operating through an official ride-hailing application.The sound of heavy footsteps echoed from the front entrance. Ethan walked in, looking exhausted but unusually stiff. He tried to maintain a calm expression, even though the phone in his kimono pocket—the one that had Aurora's number blocked—still felt hot."Daddy, what's wrong? You look terrible," Ethan asked as he loosened his tie, trying to sound casual as though he had no idea what was happening.Richard looked up, his eyes red from lack of sleep and overwhelming anxiety. "Rory is g