All Chapters of I Let His Daddy Ruin Me: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

TWO DAYS LATER: Elena's hands trembled as she fastened the clasp of her necklace. She stared at her reflection in the mirror. She looked pale and exhausted, as though she hadn't truly rested in days. Her thighs still ached faintly, a fading bruise marked her waist where his grip had been too tight, and her skin remained hypersensitive from his touch. No matter how many showers she took, the memories clung to her. Every time she closed her eyes, they returned without mercy. She hated the guilt weighing on her chest, and even more, she hated that forgetting wasn't as easy as she'd hoped. Tonight made everything worse. She wasn't just seeing Adrian. She had to stand beside him, smile at his family, and pretend nothing had changed. Pretend she was still the faithful woman he'd asked to marry him. Elena drew in a slow breath, forced a smile, and walked downstairs. The Dimitri estate glittered beneath crystal chandeliers, its marble floors reflecting soft golden light as waiters m

Elena told herself she wouldn't go back to the Dimitri estate a week later. She promised herself she would find excuses, keep her distance, bury the memory of Roth's mouth on hers, and the feel of his body pressed against hers. But by Wednesday evening, she was there again, Adrian tugging her along for another casual dinner with his father. Adrian excused himself after dinner to make a call, distracted, muttering about some deal he was trying to salvage. Elena lingered in the garden, trying to clear her mind. The night air was cool, the fountain's trickle soft, and for a moment she thought the garden would give her a few quiet minutes alone, surrounded by roses and silence while father and son talked privately. Then she heard his voice. "You always run to the dark corners." Roth stepped out of the shadows as if he'd been waiting for her. His suit jacket was gone, his shirt sleeves rolled up, his throat bare and strong. Unlike Adrian, Roth never looked away. He stared as though sh

Elena knew something was off the moment she opened her eyes. Thin streams of sunlight slipped through the curtains as she lay in bed with a dry throat, her body aching from the weight of the night before. The bitterness of whiskey still lingered, but that wasn't what made her sick. It was the memory of Roth's voice in her head, the things he had said to her in the dark kitchen, and the way she had let herself loose for him. She dragged herself up, but the weight of what she'd done followed her out of bed. Adrian was already gone. His side of the bed was cold, meaning he must have left early for meetings. A part of her was relieved. If he had looked too closely at her face that morning, he would've noticed something she could never explain. She splashed cold water over her face, hoping it would hide how exhausted she looked. Her skin was flushed, her expression worn, and she forced herself into a silk blouse and skirt, using the clothes as armor for the day. By the time she rea

Adrian's message had been sitting open on her screen for several minutes, and Elena still hadn't replied. Her thumb hovered over the screen. The invitation was simple enough. He wanted her to get ready because his father had invited them to dinner. A sense of unease settled over her. Since the dinner at the estate, she'd kept her distance whenever possible. She made excuses whenever she thought he might be around, left rooms before he entered, and kept conversations with Adrian short whenever his father became the topic. She had convinced herself that distance would help her forget. It hadn't. Instead, avoiding him seemed to make her think about him even more. His words slipped into her thoughts at the worst possible moments, refusing to leave no matter how fiercely she fought them. She closed her eyes and rubbed a hand across her forehead. Seeing him again was the last thing she wanted, yet she already suspected refusing wasn't an option. She couldn't risk being alone with him. She

Adrian glanced at her briefly, smiling. “You listening to me, baby?” Elena forced a nod, her voice a whisper. “Yeah, baby. I'm just tired.” But Roth's smile deepened, dark with satisfaction. His hand worked harder, slipping lower, a finger sliding inside her cunt, slow and deep. Her body clenched around him, wet and tight, and he let out a quiet groan beneath his breath, as though her reaction alone was enough to undo his restraint. “God, you grip me like you were made for this,” he whispered. “Look at you, so needy for my cock” Heat rushed through her, leaving every muscle tight with panic. She wanted to pull away, but her body refused to obey. Every movement only deepened her struggle to stay composed. “Roth,” she mouthed, desperate and pleading. His touch became more insistent, pushing her dangerously close to losing control. She pressed her lips together, fighting every sound threatening to escape. His pace quickened, fingers pumping deep, wet sounds muffled by the hum of the