All Chapters of Crave Me,Daddy's Good Girl: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Chapter 12: The Ex-WifeThe silence after Damien hung up on Elena felt heavier than it should have.I was still lying on top of him, our bodies pressed together, his release slowly leaking down my thighs. My heart was racing for an entirely different reason now. The venom in that woman’s voice had cut through the afterglow like a knife.Elena Voss.Damien’s ex-wife. Alex’s mother. The woman who had once shared his life, his bed, and his last name.I tried to roll off him, but Damien’s arms locked around my waist like steel bands, keeping me exactly where I was.“Don’t,” he said quietly, reading my tension. “She doesn’t get to ruin this.”“But she’s right, isn’t she?” I whispered against his chest. “The whole city is talking. I was with your son for three years. And now I’m… here. Like this.”Damien’s hand slid up my back and tangled in my hair, tugging my head back so I had to look at him. His stormy gray e

Chapter 15: Broken PromisesThe car hadn’t even pulled away from the curb when Alex stepped directly into its path.“Stop!” he shouted, voice raw. “Isla, please!”Damien’s driver slammed on the brakes. My heart lurched. Damien’s hand tightened on my thigh, his grip bordering on painful.“Don’t,” Damien warned quietly, his voice low and dangerous. “He’s not worth it.”But I couldn’t just drive away. Not like this. Not when Alex looked so completely destroyed.“I need to do this,” I whispered.Damien’s jaw clenched, but he gave a single sharp nod to the driver. The door unlocked. I stepped out before I could lose my nerve, the afternoon sun feeling too bright on my skin.Alex looked worse up close. His eyes were bloodshot, cheeks hollow. The confident, charming man I had spent three years loving was gone. In his place stood someone broken.“Isla…” His voice cracked as he reached for me. I stepped back ins

Chapter 16: Jealous Daddy The silence in the penthouse elevator was suffocating. Damien hadn’t said a single word since we left my building. His hand stayed possessively on the small of my back the entire ride up, fingers pressing hard enough to leave marks. The air between us crackled with something dangerous — raw, barely-contained jealousy. The moment the elevator doors opened into the penthouse, he spun me around and slammed me against the wall. His mouth crashed down on mine — not the controlled, calculated kisses I was used to. This was pure hunger. Teeth and tongue, claiming, punishing. His large hand wrapped around my throat, tilting my head back as he devoured me. “You let him touch you,” he growled against my lips, voice low and rough. “You let him kneel in front of you and beg like a dog.” “I didn’t—” I tried to speak, but he squeezed my throat just enough to silence me. “You let him put his hands on what’s mine.” His other hand shoved my dress up roughly, ripping

Chapter 18: Storm ComingI woke up to chaos.My phone was vibrating nonstop on the nightstand, the screen lighting up again and again with notifications. Messages. Tags. Calls. I reached for it groggily, but Damien’s large hand caught my wrist first.“Don’t,” he murmured, voice still rough with sleep. He pulled me back against his chest, wrapping his strong arms around me like a shield. “Let me handle it.”But I couldn’t ignore it. Not when the entire world seemed to be exploding.I slipped out of his grasp and grabbed my phone. The moment I unlocked it, my stomach dropped.Over three hundred missed calls. Thousands of notifications.The top trending topic nationwide: #DamienVossScandalI clicked on one of the videos. It was the kiss from last night — crystal clear, shot from multiple angles. Damien’s hand on my ass, the way my leg flashed through the high slit of the crimson dress, the obvious passion betw

Chapter 20: The Hidden FolderThe penthouse was quiet.Too quiet.Damien had been locked in his home office for hours, handling the fallout from the gala scandal and Marcus Hale’s latest moves. I should have been resting. I should have been curled up in his bed, waiting for him like the good girl he loved me to be.Instead, I was standing outside his study door with my heart in my throat.*You shouldn’t do this,* a voice whispered in my head. *He’ll know. He always knows.*But the conversation with Marcus earlier today had planted poisonous seeds. The evidence he showed me. The claims that Damien had been watching me long before the pool party. The way he always seemed to know exactly where I was, what I was thinking, what I needed before I even asked.I needed the truth.I pushed the door open slowly. The study was dark except for the glow of three large monitors on the massive desk. Damien’s laptop sat op