Cry For Daddy My Forbidden Stepbrother のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

The underground sex club on the outskirts of the island’s private resort district pulsed with low, heavy bass and dim red lighting. Damien had brought Raven here on a whim a dangerous whim. They were supposed to be lying low because of the new blackmailer and her parents’ recent surprise visit, but the constant stress had made him restless. He wanted to show the world, or at least this dark corner of it, exactly who she belonged to. Raven was nine months pregnant now, her belly enormous and heavy, stretching her skin tight while her leaking breasts strained against the sheer black dress he had chosen for her. The fabric barely covered anything, her swollen nipples clearly visible and already damp with milk.Raven’s heart hammered as Damien led her through the crowd by a thin leather collar around her neck. People stared openly. Some whispered. A heavily pregnant woman on a leash was rare even in a place like this. Her face burned with shame, but the pregnancy hormones and her deep add

The luxury hotel suite overlooked the glittering city skyline, its floor-to-ceiling windows and wide private balcony offering a breathtaking view of thousands of lights twinkling below. Damien had brought Raven here under yet another set of fake identities a risky escape from the island after the latest threats from the blackmailer had grown too close for comfort. Nine months pregnant now, Raven moved slowly, her enormous belly making every step heavy and deliberate. Her breasts were painfully full, constantly leaking milk through the thin silk dress Damien had chosen for her. The fabric clung to her swollen curves, leaving little to the imagination.The moment the door to the suite closed behind them, Damien’s hunger took over.He grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her straight toward the balcony. The cool night air brushed against their skin as he slid the glass door open. The city hummed far below — cars moving like distant fireflies, other high-rise buildings with lit windows whe

The morning light filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the hotel suite, casting long shadows across the rumpled bed. Raven lay on her side, still naked and sticky from the night before. Her enormous nine-month belly rested heavily on the mattress, the skin tight and marked with faint stretch lines. Both her breasts were sore and tender, nipples raw and reddened from Damien’s relentless sucking. Dried milk and cum stained her skin and the sheets.She felt exhausted but strangely content, until her phone buzzed on the nightstand.It was an old friend from back home or so the message said. But when she opened it, a familiar name flashed across the screen. *Tyler*. Her ex-boyfriend from before everything with Damien had spiraled into this dark, all-consuming relationship. He’d heard through mutual contacts that she was “dealing with some family stuff” and was checking in. The message seemed innocent enough, but the timing felt off. Raven hesitated, her pregnancy hormones makin

The tension in the city had become unbearable. Another encrypted message from the blackmailer arrived that afternoon new photos of the rival’s men watching the hotel from across the street. Damien wasn’t taking chances. They needed to move again, this time to a safehouse farther up the coast. The drive would take hours, and Raven’s nine-month belly made traveling dangerous and uncomfortable, but staying wasn’t an option.They left under the cover of dusk in a blacked-out SUV with tinted windows. Raven sat in the passenger seat, wearing nothing but a loose, thin sundress that barely contained her massive curves. Her leaking tits already soaked two dark patches over her nipples. The seatbelt pressed uncomfortably under her enormous belly, which rested heavily on her thighs.Damien’s hand stayed on her thigh the entire time, possessive and restless. The silence between them was thick, broken only by the low hum of the engine and Raven’s occasional soft whimpers when the baby kicked hard.

The cliffside safehouse was quiet except for the distant crash of waves against the rocks below. Lana had been gone for less than a day, but her visit had left a sour taste in Damien’s mouth. He hated sharing Raven, even for a moment. Seeing another person touch her pregnant body had awakened something deeper in him, a raw, almost feral obsession with the massive, swollen proof of his ownership growing inside her.Raven was nine months pregnant now, her belly so enormous it dominated everything about her. The skin was stretched impossibly tight, shiny and marked with dark veins. The baby was low and heavy, pressing down constantly. Her tits leaked almost nonstop, but Damien’s attention had shifted. It wasn’t just about her holes anymore. It was about *that belly*.He woke her up early the next morning by running his hands over it possessively.Raven stirred, still sore and raw from the brutal threesome. Her voice was barely a whisper. “Daddy…?”“Shh.” Damien pushed her gently onto her