All Chapters of Please Ruin Me, Daddy : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

SELENAThe next morning Sienna ate breakfast like someone performing a task she didn’t trust.She sat between us at the table, dragon in her lap, and took small bites of toast when I asked her to. Every time a chair shifted or a phone buzzed, her eyes flicked up and checked the exits. The social worker was gone. The order still existed on paper somewhere, but the house had her body back inside it. That should have been enough. It wasn’t.Kael watched her over his coffee with a stillness that made my neck tight. He hadn’t slept much. Neither had I. The kitchen still held the argument from the night before like leftover heat.Sienna put her toast down.“There were two ladies,” she said.Both of us went still.“At the other house,” she continued, voice small and careful. “One lady had glasses. The other one smelled like flowers. They asked me if I wanted juice. I said I wanted Mummy. They said Mummy was coming later.”My hand tightened around my cup.“They gave me a bed with white sheet

SELENA Sienna went to bed early, exhausted from the kind of day that asked a four-year-old to perform safety every hour on the hour. She fell asleep with the dragon under her chin and one of Kael’s shirts draped over the end of the mattress because she said it smelled like the house was full again.By ten the hallway was quiet.I found Kael in the study with the Friday file open and the screen light cutting hard lines into his face. He didn’t look up when I entered. That was fine. I closed the door anyway.“She asked if you would still be here in the morning,” I said.“I will.”“That’s not the same as being different in the morning.”His eyes lifted then. Dark. Controlled. Already braced for a fight he thought he understood. “If this is about Clara…”“It’s about you.” I walked to the desk and stopped beside his chair, close enough that he had to angle his head back. “About the fact that our daughter had to beg you not to be scary. About the fact that the only version of protection yo

SELENAI did not give in because I had forgiven him.That mattered. Even as his mouth closed over my breast and a moan broke straight out of my throat, even as my back arched off the bed, I held onto that one true thing. Forgiveness was a different room. This was need. This was the pressure of too many days spent blaming him, wanting him, and carrying the terror of almost losing our daughter. My body had reached the end of its ability to hold all of that with nowhere to put it.Kael’s mouth was relentless.He sucked hard enough that another moan spilled out of me, louder than the first. My wrists flexed under his pinning hand. He switched to the other breast and licked, then sucked again, and the sound I made was shameless and broken.“Kael… ”“I know,” he muttered against my skin.My legs opened around his hips on pure instinct. He was still half-dressed, and when the hard line of him pressed against me through his pants, I moaned into his mouth as he kissed me. The friction was not

SELENA Morning came in thin gray light through the curtains.For a few seconds I didn’t move. My body ached in places that left no room for denial. Between my thighs. Along my hips where his hands had held me. In my throat from how much noise I had made. The locked door was still locked. The sheets were a mess. Kael’s arm was heavy around my waist, his chest solid against my back, his breath warm at the back of my neck.The night came back in pieces.His mouth. My moans.The word I had said without meaning to give it to him.My eyes opened fully.Carefully, I tried to shift out from under his arm. I needed distance. Water. Clothes. A version of myself that was not still naked in the proof of what I had asked for. His arm tightened at once, instinctive and absolute, and pulled me back against him before I had made it more than an inch.Kael’s mouth found the side of my neck.He kissed it once, slow and deliberate, right over the place where my pulse jumped.“Good morning,” he said, vo

SELENA“Daddy, why is Mummy walking slow today?”The question landed in the kitchen like a glass tipped off the edge of the counter.Kael stopped in the doorway. I felt the heat shoot up my neck so fast it made me dizzy. Sienna was on the rug looking between us with pure curiosity, dragon in her lap, completely unaware that she had just dragged the locked room into daylight.“I’m not walking slow,” I said too quickly.“You are,” she answered, thoughtful. “Like when I fell off the stool and my bottom hurt.”Kael made a sound that could have been a cough if it hadn’t been so dark around the edges. I shot him a look that should have killed the amusement before it finished forming. It didn’t fully work. For one dangerous second the morning-after knowledge passed between us in silence; his hands, my moans, the word I had given him in the dark, and the kitchen felt too small for all of it.“Mummy’s just tired,” Kael said at last. His voice was composed. His eyes were not. “Grown-ups get tir