All Chapters of Cum on Me; Daddies pet : collections: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

I stood in the middle of the massive marble foyer, my black dress still clinging to my skin from the rain that had fallen during the funeral, and felt like I was suffocating in someone else’s life.This wasn’t supposed to happen.“Everything is already arranged, Aurora,” Victor Kane’s deep, authoritative voice echoed through the grand space as he closed the heavy front door behind us. “You will live here now. Under my roof. Under my rules.”I turned slowly to face my stepfather — the man my mother had married only two years ago before her sudden illness took her away. Victor was forty-one, devastatingly handsome in that cold, commanding way that made powerful men nervous and women stupid. Tall, broad-shouldered, with sharp cheekbones, dark hair streaked with silver at the temples, and piercing steel-gray eyes that seemed to see straight through every defense I tried to put up.“I’m twenty-one,” I shot back, my voice sharper than I intended. “I don’t need a guardian. I can take care of

I couldn’t stop thinking about him.Even when I tried to rebel, even when I locked myself in my room for hours, Victor Kane occupied every corner of my mind. It had been two weeks since that night in his study, and the memory of his cock stretching me, filling me, claiming me while I was bent over his desk haunted me constantly. I was wet at the most inappropriate moments — during breakfast, while reading in the library, even in my dreams.The worst part? I was starting to crave his control.That evening, after another tense dinner where I’d been unusually quiet, Victor summoned me to his master bedroom on the third floor. I had never been allowed inside before.My heart hammered as I knocked on the heavy double doors.“Come in, Aurora.”I stepped inside and froze. The room was pure masculine luxury — dark navy walls, a massive king-sized canopy bed with black silk sheets, and soft golden lighting. Victor stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the estate, wearing only black

I never imagined that my sister’s wedding would become the night I started betraying my husband in my mind. Yet here I was, standing in the middle of the opulent reception hall, feeling the first dangerous sparks of something I knew I shouldn’t want.The room shimmered with soft golden light from crystal chandeliers that hung like frozen stars above us. Laughter rippled through the crowd, glasses clinked, and the string quartet played a slow, sensual melody that seemed to wrap around my body like invisible hands. I smoothed down the champagne silk of my bridesmaid dress, feeling the fabric glide over my hips and cling to the curve of my breasts. It had looked elegant and modest in the dressing room. Now, it felt far too intimate, too revealing, as if the dress itself was conspiring against me.My husband, Ethan, was across the room, loud and flushed from too much champagne, laughing with his groomsmen and telling the same tired stories he always told at family gatherings. He looked ha

The guilt should have consumed me after the hotel room. Instead, it only sharpened my hunger. Every time Ethan kissed my cheek or touched my waist, I felt the ghost of Damien’s hands—stronger, more possessive, more knowing. Three weeks had passed since that afternoon, and the secret burned hotter inside me with every passing day.Today was the monthly family brunch at Damien’s sprawling estate. The entire family gathered on the sun-drenched terrace overlooking the garden: my sister and her new husband, Ethan’s parents, and a few cousins. Ethan sat beside me, his arm casually draped over the back of my chair, laughing too loudly at his own jokes. I smiled when expected, but my eyes kept drifting to Damien.He presided at the head of the table like a king, calm and commanding in a crisp white shirt with the sleeves rolled up, exposing his powerful forearms. Every time our gazes locked, heat pooled between my thighs. He knew it. The subtle smirk he gave me when no one else was looking ma

I barely slept that night. Mark’s snoring beside me in our resort suite only heightened the restless ache between my thighs. Every time I closed my eyes, I felt Jax’s strong hands on my back, the deliberate way his fingers had lingered near the curve of my ass, the low command in his voice when he told me to meet him.By morning, guilt and anticipation had twisted into something sharp and undeniable. I told Mark I wanted to take a long walk along the beach to clear my head and maybe do some yoga. He barely looked up from his laptop, muttering something about catching up on reports before nodding absently.The betrayal felt shockingly easy.I slipped on a simple white cover-up over my emerald bikini and made my way north along the shoreline, heart pounding harder with every step. The main beach gave way to a more secluded stretch, framed by jagged rocks and dense palm trees that shielded it from casual resort guests. The cove appeared just as the sun climbed higher, a private curve of