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

Elena hands fisted in his shirt, torn between pushing him away and dragging him closer. “Please.” “Please what?” He shoved the lace aside and pushed two fingers inside her without warning. She cried out, her knees buckling, clinging to him for balance. “Please, Roth—” He kissed her hard, swallowing her moans as his fingers thrust deep, curling until she gasped his name. His thumb pressed against her clit, cruel and precise, rubbing circles that had her body shaking. “That’s it,” he muttered, biting her throat. “So tight around my fingers. You’d take my cock so good.” Her head fell back, eyes fluttering shut. “Please.” “Say it.” His rhythm grew faster, merciless, his breath ragged in her ear. “Say you want me to fuck you.” Her voice broke, desperate. “I want you. God! I want you inside me” He pulled his fingers out and stepped back. She whimpered, trembling, her body aching from the sudden loss. Roth lifted his hand, his fingers glistening, and shoved them between her lips. “T

Elena’s back was flat against the kitchen counter, the cold marble biting into her skin while her dress bunched high around her waist. She was open, helpless, thighs spread wide, and panties shoved aside. Roth stood between her legs, his cock sliding along her slick folds, dragging slowly over her swollen clit. The pressure made her jolt, a gasp breaking free as her body arched up for more. He pressed his length against her but didn’t push in, the heavy heat of him teasing and tormenting her. “Look at you,” he murmured, leaning over her, his voice thick with hunger. His cock rubbed hard over her clit, each drag stealing her breath. “Laid out on his counter, dripping for me while he’s upstairs drunk like the fool he is. You should feel ashamed.” Her chest heaved, a shudder running through her. She did feel ashamed, guilt gnawing at her chest like a knife, but her hips still rocked against him, chasing the friction, desperate for more. “I shouldn’t,” she whispered, trying to sound

Roth Dimitri had lived his entire life in control. He prided himself on the discipline to bend the world to his will. But now, every time he thought of Elena, that control cracked.It started with the first night he met her at the club, that was the very first day he landed in the country. The X-club was one of the favorite clubs he owned. He had sit in the VVIP section at first, watching everyone dance and make out until he decided to move into the crowd. He couldn’t get that night out of his head, no matter how many drinks he poured, no matter how many hours he spent convincing himself, it was only a mistake. The memory played on a loop. The way her skin tasted of salt and heat, the way her thighs trembled when he spread them wide. She’d been drunk, reckless, and wild. So had he. They’d kissed like strangers starving, touched like they’d been waiting years.Her dress bunched up to her waist, her panties torn aside, her moans spilling into his mouth. He had made her beg. He had mad

Elena woke with the weight of guilt pressed across her chest before her eyes even opened. It was becoming a ritual, a sickness that found her at dawn, pulling her into a storm of shame before the day even began.Adrian’s arm was draped lazily over her waist, his body warm against her back, his breathing deep and steady, the calm of a man who trusted her completely and that trust was a knife.She should have loved this life with him. She should have turned into his chest, breathed in his scent, pressed her lips to his throat and reminded herself that this was home, this was safety, this was the man who had chosen her. But instead, she lay rigid and wide-eyed, her pulse hammering, her mind consumed by the one man she could never allow herself to think of. Roth.The shame was instant and scorching, hot enough to sting. She squeezed her eyes shut, as if darkness could block out the images that came, his strong hands gripping her soft thighs, his mouth between them, the rough rasp of his v

Elena stood at the sink, hot water running over her wrists as she rinsed the last of the wine glasses. Steam curled up against the window, fogging her reflection. She stared at herself faintly in the blurred glass—eyes wide, lips red from where she had bitten them raw all evening, body still humming with nerves from sitting across the table with Roth.He had barely spoken to her at dinner. That made it worse. His silence was unbearable. His gaze, the rare times she caught it, was molten and merciless, sliding over her as if stripping her clothes away right there in front of Adrian. She had pretended not to notice. She had laughed at Adrian’s stories, nodded at his mother’s questions, and smiled when Roth finally spoke in his low, smooth voice that reached down her spine like a stroke of heat.But beneath the table, when Adrian’s hand rested casually on her thigh, all she could think about was how Roth’s touch burned hotter. Adrian had decided they should spend a month with his parent