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61. No, Daddy, I was wrong!

Chapter 61Mateo’s POVEvery single second of ignoring her was pure, agonizing torture.I stood by the floor-to-ceiling glass in my top-floor office, staring down at the city skyline, gripping my crystal glass of scotch so tightly the glass groaned under the pressure. My blood was boiling, a dark, dangerous storm raging beneath my stoic, controlled exterior.She wanted Mr. Reyes. She wanted formal boundaries. She wanted to play the innocent, sweet little stepdaughter who bowed at my feet in public and pretended my touch hadn't ruined her for every other man on this planet.Fine. I gave her exactly what she asked for.But what she didn't know was that every time I walked past her in the corporate lobby without looking at her, my dick throbbed so hard against my trousers it was unbearable. Every time she stood in front of my mahogany desk in that sweet, conservative blazer, delivering those fucking reports with her soft, trembling voice, all I wanted to do was vault over the wood, ri

62. Gag on this, girl.🥵🌶️💧

Chapter 62Layla’s POV“A punishment...” I gasped out, my vision blurring as he stepped back, leaving my drenched, swollen core exposed to the cool air of the study.My thighs were shaking uncontrollably, dripping wet with my own desperate juices, my heart slamming against my ribs like a trapped bird. Before I could even attempt to sit up or beg him again, Mateo reached over to the low wooden nightstand beside his leather sofa, pulling open the deep bottom drawer with a smooth, ominous slide.My dark eyes widened in absolute, paralyzing shock.Sitting inside that drawer was an array of heavy, high-end restraint gear and sleek, metallic devices—the kind of explicit BDSM tools I had only ever seen in dark adult movies. There were soft leather restraints, silk ropes, heavy metal spreader bars, and an array of sophisticated, weighted toys resting in velvet pouches.“M-Mateo...” I stammered, my voice cracking as a fresh wave of taboo adrenaline spiked straight down to my throbbing pussy

63. Begging for his dick! 🥵💧🌶️

Chapter 63Layla’s POVThe thick, flared head of his cock slammed past my slick lips before I could even draw a full breath into my aching lungs.“Mmph!”A muffled, needy gasp tore from the back of my throat as Mateo forced his massive, veiny shaft straight down into my mouth. The sheer girth of him stretched my jaws wide open, filling my oral cavity completely until his pubic bone pressed right against my nose.His grip on my dark hair was unyielding—thick fingers tangled tight in my tresses, holding my head tilted back at an unforgiving angle while he established a heavy, dominant rhythm. He pulled back until just the swollen head remained between my lips, then shoved his full length straight back down into my throat with a wet, brutal slide.Tears of pure sensory overload pricked the corners of my eyes, spilling over and running down my temples while his hot pre-cum coated my tongue in a dark, salty film.“That’s it, babygirl,” Mateo growled down at me, his deep baritone vibratin

64. Daddy stop, mummy is coming🥵💧🌶️

Chapter 64Layla’s POVHe didn't give me a single second to recover.His broad, calloused hands clamped tightly onto my waist, dragging me backward off the sofa cushions until my feet touched the floorboards. Without breaking the furious connection between us, Mateo spun me around, lifting my heavy thighs up and hooking them smoothly over his muscular forearms.My back hit the flat surface of his heavy wooden desk with a loud thud, sending a pile of loose papers and files scattering across the floor. He spread my legs impossibly wide, pinning my thighs back against my chest as he hammered his thick, veiny shaft straight back into my dripping, hyper-sensitive hole.“AHHH! GOD!” I shrieked into the empty room, my nails digging uselessly into the polished wood beneath me.The depth of the position was absolute torture. Every single brutal thrust buried his flared head straight against my cervix, stretching my trembling walls past their absolute limit. He set a frantic, punishing pace,

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Chapter 65 Layla’s POV “Mateo, get out of me right now, she is using a key,” I whispered, and my voice was shaking so badly that I had to say it a second time before he reacted, with my forehead pressed into the leather of the armchair and my fingers dug into the armrest. He let go of my throat and pulled out of me in one slow movement that I felt along every inch of my walls, and the sound it made was wet enough that I bit down on my own wrist to keep from making any noise at all. The moment he was out, everything he had done to me over the last hour ran down the insides of my thighs, because my panties were somewhere on the study floor and nothing remained to hold any of it in. My knees were so weak that I had to grip the back of the chair to stay standing, and my body was still pulsing around the emptiness he had left, which made me angry at myself in a way I did not have time to feel properly. The lock clicked again, and the door opened the width of a finger before it sto

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Chapter 66 Wyatt’s POV “Who the hell are you sleeping with, Layla?” I said aloud to the empty office, with the marketing report I was supposed to be reviewing lying open on my desk and my eyes fixed on the same line of the same paragraph they had been fixed on for the last twenty minutes. There was no answer, of course, only the low hum of the air conditioning and the faint noise of the floor outside beginning to fill with people arriving for work, and I leaned back in my chair and pressed two fingers against the side of my jaw where my father’s fist had landed at the resort. The bruise had turned yellow at the edges by now, and it hurt only when I chewed or when I thought about the way he had stood over me in that hallway, speaking to me about respect with her torn collar behind him. I had not slept properly since the wedding. Every time I closed my eyes I saw her walking down the corridor the night before with that grey blanket held shut at her chest, her hair disorder

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Chapter 67 Zoe’s POV “Sit down, Wyatt, you have been standing at the entrance for five minutes and half of this bar has already looked at you,” I said, patting the leather seat beside me in the corner booth where I had been waiting since a quarter to six. He came over without answering, took off his jacket, and dropped it on the seat between us, which put his coat where his body should have been, and I noticed it and decided not to mention it. He had replied to my message that afternoon with a single word, fine, and I had read that word eleven times before I started getting ready, because it was the first thing he had given me since he told me to go back to my own department, and I intended to use it properly. I had changed in the washroom on the executive floor after everyone left, into the black dress I had bought during the first month that I earned enough to buy something without checking the price first, and it sat close against my waist and stopped high on my thighs,

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Chapter 68 “Naturally,” I said, and I raised my gin and tonic toward him until he lifted his empty glass and touched it to mine, and it made a small, dull sound that I decided was the best sound I had heard all year. We left a little before ten. The air outside was cool and smelled of the rain that had stopped an hour before, and the street was almost empty, with only the lamps along the pavement and a few cars parked along the curb in front of the bar. My heels clicked on the wet ground beside his heavier steps, and he walked with his jacket over his shoulder and his hands in his pockets, talking about the executive lift records and which days to start with, and I answered each point without hearing most of them, because I had already made up my mind about what I was going to do next. “Wyatt,” I said, stopping at the corner under a streetlight. “What?” I took the front of his shirt in one hand, rose onto my toes, and kissed him. He did not respond at first, and his wh

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Chapter 69 Layla’s POV “Please tell me I am not imagining it, because they have been standing that close to each other since I walked in this morning,” I said quietly to Audrey, stirring a coffee I had been holding for several minutes without drinking any of it, while we stood at the pantry counter on the executive floor and looked through the glass wall toward Wyatt’s office. Zoe was sitting on the edge of his desk with one leg crossed over the other, and she had a tablet in her lap that she was not looking at, because her eyes were on his face while he talked, and every few seconds she laughed at something he said and touched the knot of his tie with two fingers as though she were adjusting it. Wyatt let her do it. He leaned back in his chair with his arms behind his head, and when she laughed he smiled, a real smile that showed his teeth, which I had not seen him give to anyone in weeks. “You are not imagining it,” Audrey said, taking a sip of her tea and lowering her

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Chapter 70. “You said my name six times before you fell asleep, and you were still wearing nothing but my watch.” “You put it on me.” “You allowed me to put it on you.” I pulled my hand back and pressed it against my cheek, but I was smiling already, because I could not stop the memory from arriving. My mother had left at noon the previous day for the regional conference at her own company, with her suitcase and her sunhat and a kiss on each of our cheeks, and she would not be back until the afternoon, and Wyatt had gone out for the evening and did not come home until well after midnight, with the smell of someone else’s perfume on his jacket that I had noticed from the top of the stairs. The house had been quiet and the staff had gone to their quarters, and at half past eleven there had been a very soft knock on my door, and when I opened it Mateo had been standing in the dark corridor in a plain black shirt, holding nothing at all, simply looking at me. I remembered

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