All Chapters of Please Ruin Me, Daddy : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

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051. Barefoot Escape From Sin

I yanked my hand away from Kael’s grip the next second after he tried to hold me back at the door.“Don’t,” I snapped, voice shaking but sharp. Tears were still falling, hot and angry down my cheeks. “Just don’t. It’s not your business what happens to me anymore.”Kael’s eyes darkened, that possessive look he always had for me flashing across his face. “Selena, you just got out of the hospital. You had an accident. It’s late. You’re not thinking straight—”“I said it’s not your business!” I shouted, louder than I meant to. My chest was heaving,m. “You don’t get to tell me what to do. Not after everything. Not when your son’s pregnant whore is still standing half-naked in my living room.”Mia was still there in the background, leaning against the wall in her tiny black lace lingerie, smiling like she was watching her favorite movie. She didn’t say anything, but I could feel her eyes on me, mocking, satisfied, enjoying every second of my breakdown.I didn’t wait for Kael’s reply. I tu

052. She Came Back Wrecked

LIAMThe house was too quiet the next morning.I hadn’t slept much. I’d spent most of the whole night staring at the ceiling, replaying everything. The dinner. Mia showing up. Selena crying. The way Mia had pressed against me and whispered things that made me weak. The way Selena had looked at me like I was the worst person alive.Mia had left early, before sunrise. She’d kissed my cheek and told me she’d see me soon, her hand lingering on my chest like she still owned me. I didn’t stop her. I couldn’t. Kael had left too, sometime in the night. The house felt empty. Wrong.I was in the kitchen making coffee when I heard the front door open.My heart jumped. “Selena?”She stumbled in, barefoot, the red dress on her wrinkled and riding high on her thighs. Her makeup was smeared, eyes red and puffy, hair a mess. She looked wrecked. Beautiful and broken all at once. The smell of alcohol hit me before she even reached the living room.“Selena…” I stepped toward her, voice soft. “Babe, w

053. Drunk Wife Rode Me Angry

She pushed me back onto the couch with surprising force for someone as wasted as she was, her hands shoving at my chest until I landed hard against the cushions. The room spun a little from how fast it happened, but Selena didn’t give me a second to catch my breath. She climbed on top of me like a woman possessed, her short dress hiking all the way up her thighs, bunching around her hips. No panties. Just the slick, scorching heat of her bare pussy grinding down against my already hard cock, the fabric of my open pants barely in the way anymore.“Selena… wait—” I started, my hands instinctively gripping her hips to steady her. She was extremely drunk. I could smell the tequila and whatever fruity cocktails she’d been pounding all night on her breath, see the glassy, unfocused rage in her eyes, the way her movements were sloppy yet desperate.She shut me up with a bruising kiss, angry and messy, her tongue forcing its way into my mouth like she wanted to devour me and punish me at th

054. His Weakness Disgusts Me

KAELThe study smelled of aged oak and the sharp bite of Cabernet. I sat behind the heavy desk, crystal glass in hand, the deep red liquid catching the low lamplight like fresh blood. One sip. Slow. Controlled. The wine burned clean down my throat, but it did nothing to dull the echo of her voice from last night.“Don’t touch me, Kael!”Selena’s broken scream still rang in my ears. The way she’d shoved me away in that room, tears streaming, body trembling with everything she refused to name. She’d asked for a divorce. Again. Then she’d run. Barefoot, in the dress I’d chosen, disappearing into the night like I was the monster chasing her, like she could outrun what we had become.I took another measured sip. Calm. Always calm. Even when the rage sat like a live wire under my skin.My son had done this. Liam. The boy I’d raised to be sharp, decisive, worthy of the Carter name. Instead, he’d been stupid enough to keep fucking his ex while married. Stupid enough to get Mia pregnant. S

055. Confessed And Got Hit

LIAM “I don’t love Selena.” The words fell out of my mouth before I could stop them. They tasted like poison, like the worst kind of truth I’d been swallowing for months. Dad was already halfway out of his chair, that calm, terrifying look on his face turning into something colder. I wanted to take it back. I wanted to say I was just stressed, that I was confused, that of course I loved my wife. But it was too late. The sentence hung between us like a death sentence. Dad stood up slowly. No rush. No shouting. Just that controlled way he moved, like the whole world bent to him. He crossed the room in three steps, and before I could even flinch, his fist connected with my face. Pain exploded across my jaw. I hit the floor hard, the taste of blood flooding my mouth. My lip split open instantly, warm and metallic. For a second, the room spun. I tasted copper and regret and that stupid, weak part of me that always fucked everything up. I pushed myself up fast, wiping bloo

056. Shame Dripping Down My Thighs

SELENA The ceiling fan spun lazily above me, blades cutting slow circles through the stale air of our bedroom. My bedroom. The one that used to feel like home before it became a museum of bad decisions. My head throbbed like someone was hammering nails into my skull from the inside. Slight drunkenness still clung to me, that fuzzy, heavy feeling where everything felt too loud and too quiet at the same time. My mouth tasted like regret and cheap tequila.I sat up slowly, the sheets pooling around my waist. The red dress from last night was gone. I was in one of Liam’s old t-shirts, the fabric soft and familiar in a way that made my stomach twist. How the hell had I ended up back here? Memories flickered in messy fragments; storming out barefoot, the bar, shot after shot burning down my throat, the angry text to that unknown number, then… Liam.Fuck.The sex hit me like a slap. The kind that leaves you sick with yourself. I remembered pushing him onto the couch, riding him like I

057. Who The Fuck Is Watching

The iced Americano nearly slipped from my fingers. Rachel. Standing right there in the middle of this random cafeteria like some ghost I couldn’t shake.My stomach twisted so hard I thought I might actually be sick. The hangover still clung to me, fuzzy and heavy, but the panic cut through it sharp and fast. I took a stumbling step back, the chair behind me scraping loud against the pavement. A couple at the next table glanced over, but I barely registered them. All I could focus on was her face, the same face that had been between my legs while I fell apart like I had no control left.“No,” I whispered, voice cracking. My heart slammed against my ribs, loud and frantic. The world tilted for a second, the bright afternoon light stabbing at my eyes. “You can’t be here. This isn’t happening right now.”Rachel’s expression changed fast, surprise melting into something softer, gentler, but that familiar hungry look still flickered in her eyes. She set her mimosa down on the nearest emp

058. Lesbian And Obsessed

RACHEL Selena’s eyes were locked on mine like she could force the answer out of me by sheer will. Her hands were gripping the edge of the table so hard her knuckles had gone white. That panicked little tremor in her voice when she asked who still hung in the air between us.I didn’t answer right away. I just watched her. The way her chest rose and fell too fast under that loose sweater. The faint flush still clinging to her neck. God, she looked wrecked. And somehow still so fucking pretty it made my stomach tighten.“I’m not telling you,” I said finally, voice even. “I can’t.”Her face twisted. “What do you mean you can’t? Rachel, you just admitted you recorded everything. You can’t sit there and—”“I can,” I cut in, soft but firm. “And I will. Because the person who paid me already wired the money. A lot of money. More than I make in three years at that hospital. Enough that I don’t have to stay in this city another week if I don’t want to.”Selena stared at me like I’d slapped her

059. My Escape Led To Him

SELENA Two days later, the guest room downstairs still smelled like dust and the faint detergent from the sheets I hadn’t bothered to change. I woke up on my side, staring at the blank wall, the same way I’d stared at it the night before and the night before that. My body felt heavy. Not from alcohol this time. Just from existing.I’d given Liam the upstairs bedroom. The matrimonial one. I couldn’t stand the thought of sleeping in that bed again, the same bed where Kael had first stretched me open, the same bed where I’d let Liam fuck me while I was still full of his father's cum. Down here felt safer. Emptier. Like I could pretend the rest of the house didn’t exist.A soft knock came at the door.I didn’t answer.The door creaked open a few inches anyway. Liam’s face appeared in the gap, hair messy, eyes cautious. He looked like a man who knew he wasn’t welcome but kept showing up anyway. I hated that look. I hated that part of me still hadn’t walked out completely.“Breakfast is

060. Nowhere Left To Run

SELENA The bag slipped off my shoulder and hit the floor with a dull thud. Neither of them moved at first. My mother sat frozen with her fork halfway to her mouth. Kael just looked at me, calm, steady, like he’d been expecting this exact moment.Clara recovered first. She set the fork down carefully and stood up, forcing a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “Selena. Honey. What are you doing here? I thought you were still at the house with Liam.”“I left,” I said. My voice came out flat. Tired. “I couldn’t stay there anymore.”Kael still hadn’t spoken. He leaned back slightly in his chair, wine glass in hand, watching me over the rim. That same controlled look he always wore when things were about to get complicated.Clara walked around the table toward me, her heels clicking too loudly on the floor. “Left? What do you mean left? Did you two fight again? I told you both to stop being dramatic and work things out. You’re married, for God’s sake.”I laughed once under my breath. It soun

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