All Chapters of Daddy, Please: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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1. Forbidden Fruit

The call with her mother had barely ended before Anny hurled her phone onto the dorm bed as if the device had burned her. Her mother's voice still echoed in her ears, every syllable coiling low in her belly like something sick and twisting."Let me guess," Morgan said from her desk, spinning lazily in her chair with a smirk already curling the corners of her mouth. "The dragon lady summons you home."Anny dragged both hands down her face, a groan escaping into her palms. "She expects me to rot there for the entire summer. The whole thing, babe. Two whole weeks trapped in that house.""That genuinely doesn't sound catastrophic or like a death sentence." Morgan's grin sharpened into something predatory. "But the problem would be…" "You know exactly why I can't walk back into that house." Anny's voice splintered as she dropped onto the edge of her bed. Morgan's expression shifted into something far too entertained, her eyes glittering with mischief. "Your stepfather? More precisely, yo

2. Seed of Obsession

"Thank you, Adriano, you mean."A seductive husky voice tore the silent air of the kitchen and the bowl slipped from her fingers before her brain registered the fear. Strawberries scattered across the dark marble floor like drops of blood, crushing beneath her bare heel as she spun toward the doorway. Adriano filled it completely.He leaned against the doorframe with the casual arrogance of a man who knew exactly how he looked and precisely what it did to people, a crystal tumbler dangling from his fingers. His hair was still wet from the shower, dark strands swept back from his forehead. The white shirt he'd thrown on was unbuttoned enough to reveal the hard planes of his chest, the fabric clinging translucent to his skin where water hadn't fully dried. His gaze swept over her, lingering on the thin fabric of her nightgown before rising to her face. The moonlight behind her must have turned it transparent because his gaze snagged on her breasts, on the peaked shadows of her nipples

3. Screaming His Name

"Welcome home, Anny," Adriano murmured, his voice dripping with quiet arrogance as he brushed past her, the heat of his body lingering in the doorway like a taunt. His composure was infuriatingly intact, not a single hair out of place, not even a flicker of guilt in those dark, knowing eyes. Anny scrambled backward, her trembling legs barely carrying her up the stairs as she fled the kitchen. Her heart was a trapped bird, its frantic wings beating a desperate rhythm against the cage of her ribs, each frantic beat a treacherous reminder of how close she had come to surrendering, to begging, to letting him take everything. She slammed her bedroom door, pressing her spine against the wood as if the flimsy barrier could lock out the wildfire he'd ignited in her blood. The silence of the room offered no comfort, only space for her mind to replay every second of what had almost happened downstairs.Midnight had long swallowed the house in silence and sleep refused to visit her. She lay ri

4. Surrendering to the Taboo

Anny’s bedroom was bathed in the pale blue glow of moonlight filtering through the sheer curtains, casting long shadows across the rumpled sheets. The air was thick with the scent of her arousal, a musky, sweet perfume that clung to her skin. She lay on the bed, still trembling from the aftershocks of her climax, her thighs slick and glistening. Her fingers had only just abandoned her clit when she heard the door creak open. Her heart slammed against her ribs and she froze.“Wh… What are you doing in my room at this hour?” Anny forced herself to speak, her voice a ragged whisper, stammering badly. Adriano stood silhouetted in the doorway, his broad frame blocking the faint light from the hallway. His dark eyes found hers instantly and she felt a fresh wave of heat surge through her core.Anny had never been the type to feel shame about her desires. She had always owned her sexuality with a brazen confidence that left others flustered and she was no different now, even as she lay nak

5. Midnight Cravings

Anny smirked, licking the last trace of his cum from her lips. “If I cared, I wouldn’t have sucked your dick, daddy. And I’m sure you didn’t love her either. If you had, then you wouldn’t have let me do so and come here at this hour.”Anny's words hung in the air like a challenge, her smirk unwavering as she watched Adriano's reaction. The moment stretched, electric and charged and then she noticed a smirk creeping onto his lips, slow, predatory and utterly devastating. His eyes glinted with something primal and before she could draw another breath, he reached out, gripping her shoulder with a firm hand and forcing her to stand. In one fluid motion, he pushed her backward and she fell onto the bed with a soft gasp, the mattress bouncing beneath her weight.Their eyes locked, filled with an insatiable hunger that neither could deny. The moonlight pooled across her naked body, casting silver shadows over her curves and Adriano stood at the foot of the bed, drinking her in like a man st

6. Whatever I Decide

"Who said I'm done with you already?" Adriano questioned, a deadly smirk curling on his lips. Adriano's voice curled through the air like smoke from a dying fire, low, dangerous and impossibly seductive. His lips curved into that signature smirk, the one that made her stomach clench and her thoughts scatter like startled birds. It was the expression of a man who knew exactly what he wanted and had never once been denied it. Anny stared up at him, her brow furrowing as confusion flickered in her lust-dazed eyes. She tried to process the hidden meaning behind his words, her mind racing despite the fog of pleasure still clinging to her. ‘He isn't done with me yet? What the hell is that supposed to mean?’ She studied his face, searching for clues. ‘He's s

7. Daddy's Invitation

Anny groaned as her peaceful slumber shattered under the shrill ringtone of her phone. Her hand flailed across the sheets until her fingers closed around the device. Morgan. Calling at eight in the goddamn morning. Anny groaned again. She jabbed the green icon with her thumb, pressing the phone to her ear. "What's fucking you so early this morning?" she croaked. “Morning, sunshine,” Morgan chirped on the other end, far too cheerful for the hour. "Please don't tell me you're still in bed!" Anny let her eyes drift shut again, inhaling slow, deliberate breaths. She was trying to calm herself, trying to center her scattered thoughts, but the effort was undermined. The memory of last night clung to her

8. A Game by the Pool

Adriano was sitting by the pool with a glass of wine in his hand, waiting for Anny. He swirled the deep red wine in lazy circles. The morning sun climbed higher in the cloudless sky, casting diamonds across the water's surface and warming the stone tiles beneath his bare feet. He should have been reviewing the architectural plans his firm had sent over that morning. Instead, he was waiting for her. He knew exactly how dangerous this was to ask Anny to join him in the pool in the broad daylight when the world was wide awake. It was nowhere similar to the gamble played behind locked doors last night and no one got a hint. Rosie had slept soundly in her wing of the mansion, blissfully unaware that her husband's fingers had been buried deep inside her daughter, that her daughter had begged for him with breathless desperation, calling him

9. Question That Burned

“Now what? Have you changed for my mother?” The words escaped her lips unconsciously. She didn’t know what she exactly expected to hear. Maybe she wished to hear her name.Adriano could see the vulnerability in her eyes, the desperate hope that he would say no, that he would admit that what he felt for Rosie was nothing compared to whatever dark, twisted thing was developing between them.Instead of replying to her, he took another sip of his drink and smirked, “What do you think?” He let the silence stretch between them. Anny ignored his question, looking away and asked again, "So you're not in love with her?"“As far as I remember we were playing a game and it’s my turn to ask you a question," he said, his voice deceptively casual."You can ask me a question only when I allow you to," Anny shot back, her eyes flashing with frustration. "Those are my rules.""That doesn't seem very fair, babygirl." "I don't care about fair and why are you avoiding my question?" She gritted her tee

10. Shattered Silence

The crash echoed through the pool area like a gunshot, splintering the charged silence between them. Anny's heart lurched into her throat as she spun toward the sound, water sloshing around her waist. Adriano's hand shot out instinctively, grasping her arm as if to shield her.Through the floor-to-ceiling glass doors, a figure stood frozen in the doorway. But it wasn't Rosie.It was a man. Tall, broad-shouldered, with the same dark hair and chiseled features that made Adriano so devastatingly handsome. But where Adriano's eyes were sky blue, sharp and calculating, this man's eyes were ocean blue, deeper, more turbulent, like a storm brewing beneath calm waters.Michele.He stood in the doorway, his gaze sweeping over the scene before him with an intensity that made Anny's skin prickle despite the warm water. His eyes lingered on her, on the white bikini that clung to her curves, on the water droplets tracing paths down her skin, on Adriano's hand wrapped possessively around her arm."

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