Todos los capítulos de Daddy's Forbidden Little Pet: Capítulo 121 - Capítulo 130

I arrived home two days earlier than I told my mother.The main house was quiet when the taxi dropped me off. Mom and my stepfather were still at some charity dinner in the city. The only light on was the one above the guest house door across the garden.Roman was already here.My step-uncle. Thirty-eight. My stepfather’s younger brother. The one who had always been polite, distant, and careful never to look at me too long when I was younger.He was staying in the guest house for the summer while his loft was being renovated. Three months. Just him and me in the same property most days, while Mom and my stepfather traveled for work.I stood in the dark kitchen for a long time, watching the warm light in his windows, before I finally went upstairs to change.I didn’t put on the old university hoodie I usually lived in at home. I put on a thin white tank top with no bra and a pair of soft grey shorts that rode up when I walked. My hair was still damp from the shower I took at the airpor

Roman lowered me onto the bed like he was still fighting himself.I felt the tension in every line of his body — the way his hands flexed on my waist, the uneven rhythm of his breathing, the heat rolling off him. He braced himself above me, eyes dark, searching my face one last time for any sign I might change my mind.I didn’t give him one.I reached up, curled my fingers into the front of his shirt, and pulled him down.The kiss that followed was harder than the ones on the couch. Hungrier. Roman made a low sound against my mouth as I opened for him, and something in him finally snapped. His weight settled between my thighs, the rough denim of his jeans dragging against my bare skin.One hand slid up my side and cupped my breast, thumb brushing over the tight peak until my back arched.“You’ve been planning this,” he muttered against my lips.“For years.”He cursed under his breath and sat back just long enough to yank his shirt over his head. I watched the muscles in his chest and

They left at 9:14 a.m. on Friday.I stood on the front porch in a sundress and bare feet, waving like the dutiful stepdaughter while my mother kissed my cheek and my stepfather reminded me to lock the doors at night.Roman stood a few feet away, hands in his pockets, the picture of the responsible younger brother who would “keep an eye on things.”The second the car disappeared down the drive, the air changed.Roman didn’t look at me. He simply turned and walked toward the guest house. I followed.The moment the door shut behind us he had me against it. The kiss was different this time — slower, heavier, like he no longer had to ration himself. His hands slid under the sundress and found bare skin immediately. I had stopped wearing underwear days ago.“Three days,” he said against my mouth.“Three days,” I echoed.He lifted me without effort. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he carried me to the bedroom and set me down beside the bed. This time there was no urgency to stay quiet,

I wore the red dress the next day.It was shorter than the black one. Softer fabric. The kind that clung when I sat and rode higher every time I shifted. No stockings. No bra. Just the dress and a pair of heels I had no intention of keeping on once I was in the car.Silas was already waiting in the driveway when I stepped outside. He opened the passenger door without comment this time. His eyes, however, dropped for a fraction of a second when the dress rode up as I slid in.I waited until he was behind the wheel before speaking.“Good morning, Silas.”“Vivienne.”The way he said my name had changed. It sat heavier in his mouth now.“I was thinking we could take the coastal road today,” I said, settling back. “The long one. The one with the overlook.”His hands flexed once on the steering wheel. “That adds almost forty minutes.”“I know.” I slipped my heels off and rested my bare feet on the dashboard again, ankles crossed. The dress slid even higher. “I don’t have anywhere I need to

He didn’t bring the car to the front of the house the next day.I heard the side gate open at the usual time, then the quiet sound of the kitchen door. Silas had used the code I texted him that morning. No uniform. No tie.Just dark jeans and a black shirt with the sleeves rolled up, looking like a man who had already decided he wasn’t leaving in an hour.I was still in my robe when he walked into the kitchen.We stared at each other for a second.Then he crossed the space, took my face in both hands, and kissed me like he had been thinking about it since he left the night before. It was deeper than the previous kisses — slower, hungrier, with none of the hesitation that used to sit under his skin.I opened for him immediately, hands sliding under his shirt to feel the heat of his back.When he finally pulled back, his voice was rough.“No more pretending this is about driving.”“No,” I agreed. “No more.”Silas reached down and tugged the belt of my robe. It fell open. I wasn’t wearin