All Chapters of I Let His Daddy Ruin Me: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Roth studied her in silence as he moved around her. Every glance lingered, as though committing her entire body to memory. “Perfect,” he murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction. “He never deserved what was standing in front of him.” Elena closed her eyes as his touch unsettled every fragile piece of composure she'd managed to rebuild as his palm cupped her breast, thumb flicking over the lace-covered peak. His lips ghosted along her throat, whispering filth between kisses. “I’ll make you scream while he sleeps. Do you want that? Want me to eat your sweet cunt until you forget his name?” “Roth—” It came out barely above a whisper. Roth dragged her panties down her thighs, leaving her naked. She flushed crimson, part shame and part hunger. He dropped to his knees before her, looking up with that wicked grin. “Spread for me.” She obeyed before she could think, legs trembling and spreading apart, palms flat against the wall behind her. He hooked one of her legs over his shoulder,

A shiver raced through Elena, but she sank down, the cold tiles hard under her skin. Roth towered above her, his expression turned predatory, satisfaction flashing across his face. He brushed his fingers over her swollen lips again, smearing her slick across her mouth. “You want more?” he asked. “Yes,” she whispered. He unzipped his jeans, pulling himself free, thick and heavy in his hand. He stroked his cock, taking his time and never taking his gaze off her. “Open.” Elena parted her lips. He pushed forward, sliding into her mouth, groaning as her tongue wrapped around him. He gripping her hair. “Take every inch of me, Elena. Choke on me like the filthy little whore you are.” Her throat worked as he pushed deeper, holding her there until her eyes watered. He pulled back just enough to let her breathe, then shoved forward again, harder this time. Drool slipping down her chin, but the moan vibrating from her throat made him growl. “Fuck, Elena,” he rasped. “you fit exactly where I

Elena lay still beneath the tangled bedsheets at her waist, the fabric sticky against her skin, afraid to breathe because every lingering sensation dragged her back to the counter. The memory of his teasing, the weight of his body, and the way he'd walked away while she was still trembling refused to loosen its grip. Beside her, Adrian stirred, mumbling as he shifted closer. His arm slid heavily across her stomach, pulling her against the solid heat of his chest. His scent was familiar and safe, a home that should have soothed her. It didn’t. It made bile crawl up her throat. “Morning, baby,” he murmured, his voice rough with sleep. His lips brushed the back of her neck, soft and lazy. “ Didn’t sleep well?” Elena forced a sound that was almost a laugh. “Mm. I did but woke up very early” His hand drifted beneath the sheet before settling against her. She went completely still. “Maybe I can help with that,” he whispered, his teeth grazing her earlobe. He slid his fingers between her

Roth had told himself after that early morning in the kitchen, it was over. He would shut it down, bury the hunger, and lock Elena back into the unreachable place she should’ve stayed in from the beginning—Adrian’s. But promises were easy to make in the dark and much harder to keep in daylight. Every morning since then, he caught himself listening for her footsteps in the hallway. Every time Adrian brought her over, Roth’s body betrayed him. His blood quickened. His jaw clenched. And his cock hardened at the sound of her laugh. It was madness. He was forty-seven years old, a man who had spent his life mastering discipline and yet Elena burned through him like poison. The memories refused to fade. Instead, they followed him everywhere. He caught himself thinking of her while drinking his morning coffee, while sitting alone in his office, and during meetings where he should have been focused on business instead of a woman he could never have. It was dangerous. Too dangerous. But

The sound of rain against the window woke Adrian first. It was soft and steady, the kind of sound that usually pulled him deeper into sleep, but not today. The moment he opened his eyes, his first thought was Elena. She lay curled against him, her cheek resting on his chest, her warm breath brushing his skin. Strands of her dark hair spilled across his collarbone, tangled from the night before. He gently tucked them behind her ear, his fingers lingering in her hair until she stirred with a sleepy sigh. For a few peaceful moments, everything felt normal. She was here. She was in his arms. She was his. But the feeling never lasted anymore. It reminded him of losing his mother in a plane crash. Twenty years had passed, yet the pain still lingered beneath the surface. He had learned that some wounds never truly healed. Lately, he couldn't ignore the feeling that something had changed in Elena. She became tense whenever certain topics came up, especially whenever his father's name was