All Chapters of Daddy's Forbidden Little Pet: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Chapter 4: Jealousy SparksSophie adjusted the strap of her sleek navy dress as she stepped into the executive lounge on the 28th floor the following afternoon. The company had hosted a brief networking lunch for key partners, and as the intern who’d helped compile the Milan materials, she’d been invited to observe. She told herself it was professional curiosity. Really, she just wanted to see him again after last night’s penthouse torture.Alexander Voss commanded the room without effort. Tall and imposing in a tailored charcoal suit, he moved between conversations with that effortless authority that made her knees weak. She hung back near the windows, nursing a sparkling water, when she saw her.A stunning woman in a crimson power suit—long legs, perfectly tousled auburn hair, and a laugh that carried across the room like crystal. She placed a manicured hand on Alex’s forearm, leaning in close as they spoke. Too close. Her fingers lingered, tracing a small circle that screamed fa

Chapter 6: Weekend at the EstateThe sleek black SUV wound along the private lakeside road as the sun dipped low, painting the water in hues of gold and rose. Sophie’s heart raced faster with every mile. Alex had picked her up himself after work on Friday, murmuring only that she’d packed light because she wouldn’t need much clothing this weekend. The drive had been thick with tension—his hand resting possessively on her thigh the entire time, occasionally squeezing when she shifted restlessly.Now, as the mansion came into view, Sophie’s breath caught. It was a modern masterpiece of glass and stone perched right on the water’s edge, surrounded by tall pines and total privacy. No neighbors for miles. Just them.“Welcome to my escape, little one,” Alex said, helping her out of the car. His voice had that deeper, more relaxed timbre he only used when they were completely alone. He carried her small overnight bag like it weighed nothing, his other arm wrapped firmly around her waist.

Chapter 8: Fully OwnedThe private elevator opened directly into Alexander Voss’s sky-high penthouse at the top of the city’s most exclusive residential tower. Sophie stepped inside on Friday evening, heart pounding against her ribs. Alex had cleared his entire schedule. No meetings. No distractions. Just them.The space was pure luxury—minimalist design with warm lighting, floor-to-ceiling windows revealing the glittering skyline, and a hidden door he now led her toward. “Tonight isn’t just another night, little one,” he said, voice low and serious as he guided her inside what could only be described as his private sanctuary. Soft black and gold accents, a large custom bed with restraints built into the frame, and a mirrored wall that reflected every angle.In the center of the room stood a small velvet pedestal holding an open box. Inside was a new collar—thicker, more permanent-looking rose gold with a delicate but unbreakable lock and an engraved plate: Daddy’s Eternal Pet.Sophi

Chapter 2: Midnight RescueThe thunderstorm rolled in like an angry beast just after midnight. Rain hammered the roof of the guest house in relentless sheets, thunder cracking so violently the windows rattled. Bella curled tighter into a ball on her bed, knees drawn to her chest, breathing shallow and panicked.She hated storms. They always dragged her back to the worst nights of her parents’ marriage—the screaming matches, slammed doors, broken glass. Her mother’s sobs. Her father’s drunken rage. Even though she was safe now, miles away from that house, her body didn’t know the difference. Her chest tightened. Her heart raced. The familiar wave of panic crashed over her, stealing her breath.Another loud crack of thunder made her whimper. Tears slipped down her cheeks as she rocked slightly, trying to remember the breathing exercises from her online therapy videos. It wasn’t working. The power flickered once, twice, then died completely, plunging the small house into darkness excep

Chapter 4: Jealousy & ProtectionBella’s fingers flew over her laptop keyboard the next afternoon, trying to focus on her online literature essay. The sting on her ass from yesterday’s poolside punishment had faded to a warm reminder, but the ache between her legs hadn’t. Every time she shifted in her chair, she remembered Damien’s hard thigh beneath her, his hand on her throat, the way he’d almost kissed her.A sharp knock at her front door pulled her out of her thoughts. She glanced at the time—mid-afternoon. Probably a package. She padded over in her soft tank top and tiny cotton shorts, opening the door without checking.Her stomach dropped.“Tyler?” she whispered.Her ex-boyfriend stood there, all easy smirk and messy blond hair, holding a small bouquet of cheap flowers. He looked her up and down, eyes lingering on her chest. “Hey, babe. Heard you moved out here. Figured I’d surprise you. We never really finished talking after the breakup.”Bella’s skin crawled. Their relations