Todos os capítulos de Daddy's Forbidden Little Pet: Capítulo 321 - Capítulo 330

He knew before he opened his eyes.Vincent’s hand was still between my legs when he woke up. Two fingers slid through the mess Sloane and I had left on the floor and carried back to the bed. He went still.Then he sat up.Sloane was already on her knees at the foot of the bed, waiting, because of course she was. She never slept once she was put on the floor.Vincent looked at her, then at me, then at the faint shine still on Sloane’s inner thighs.“You two really thought I wouldn’t notice.”His voice was calm. That was worse than yelling.I sat up, sheet clutched to my chest like it would help.“We didn’t—”“Don’t.” He got out of bed. He was already hard. “I heard the rug. I heard the way she choked on her own moan. I felt how wet you were when you crawled back in like nothing happened.”He walked to the bathroom, came back with a washcloth, and tossed it at Sloane.“Clean yourself. Then both of you get in the shower. Together. You have four minutes. If I walk in and you’re not both s

He didn’t let us take the collars off when we got home.The elevator doors closed and Vincent’s hand was already under my dress, two fingers pushing into me like he was checking I was still wet from the bathroom stall.“Both of you. My room. Dresses stay on until I say.”We followed him down the hall. Sloane’s collar ring kept catching the light. Mine felt tighter than it had at the gala.Vincent shut the bedroom door and leaned against it.“On the bed. On your backs. Knees up.”We did it.He stood at the foot of the bed and looked at us for a long time, still in his tux, bow tie undone.“I’ve been using condoms.” His voice was almost casual. “That stops tonight.”Sloane’s breath hitched.I felt my stomach drop and twist at the same time.Vincent started unbuttoning his shirt.“You’re both on birth control. I checked the prescription bottles in your bathroom last week. That’s convenient. But I don’t care about convenient anymore.”He dropped the shirt, then the pants.“I care about wh

My mother left for a charity dinner at 6:15.Vincent waited until the elevator doors closed, then looked at us across the kitchen island.“Office. Now.”We followed.He didn’t lock the door this time. He just sat on the edge of the desk and looked at us like he was about to fire someone.“Sit.”We sat in the same chairs we’d signed the rules in.Vincent was quiet for a long time. When he finally spoke, his voice was different. Not softer. Just… stripped.“Your mother is home. She’s going to notice. She already is. The way you two look at each other. The way you look at me when you think she’s not watching. This thing has an expiration date and it’s getting closer.”Sloane’s knee bounced.I stared at the floor.Vincent continued.“I’m giving you both an out. Tonight. You pack a bag, you go stay with Sloane’s family or a hotel or wherever the hell you want. I’ll tell your mother you two needed space. I’ll even write the check. No more rules. No more collars. No more me walking into a ro

My mother found the collar in the laundry three days later.She didn’t scream.She just stood in the kitchen doorway with the thin black leather hanging from her fingers and looked at the three of us sitting at the island like we’d been waiting for this exact moment.“How long?”Vincent set his coffee down.“Since the week after you left for the spa.”Sloane’s hand found mine under the table. I let her take it.My mother looked at me last.“Eden.”“I’m not sorry,” I said. My voice came out steadier than I expected. “I’m not leaving. Neither is she.”The silence that followed was the longest of my life.Then my mother laughed. It wasn’t a nice sound.“Of course you’re not. You two have been circling him since the wedding. I just didn’t think you’d actually do it.” She dropped the collar on the counter. “I’m going to my sister’s. I’ll send for the rest of my things next week. Don’t call me unless someone is dying.”She looked at Vincent.“You can keep the house. You already kept everyth

I woke up alone in the bed.For one stupid second I thought the whole night had been a nightmare. Then I moved and felt the ache between my legs and the dried mess on my thighs and I knew it wasn’t.Katya was standing at the window in another silk robe, coffee in her hand, looking at the city like it belonged to her.She didn’t turn around when she spoke.“He wants you in the office in ten minutes. Don’t make him wait. He hates that more than he hates being owed money.”I sat up, pulling the sheet with me.“Where is he?”“Handling the part of your father’s debt that didn’t come with a pulse.” She finally looked at me. Her eyes were cooler in the daylight. “You should have asked more questions before you said you’d stay.”I didn’t have an answer for that.The office was on the same floor. Dimitri sat behind a black desk that looked like it had never seen a fingerprint. Two printed pages sat in front of two chairs.He didn’t tell me to sit. I sat anyway.Katya leaned against the wall be