All Chapters of I Let His Daddy Ruin Me: Chapter 31 - Chapter 38

By the time the engagement party finally came to an end, Elena felt like she had survived a battle instead of a celebration. The moment she climbed into the car, she let out a quiet breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding all night. Every nerve in her body felt stretched to its limit, and the smile she had worn for hours had left her cheeks aching. She couldn't remember the last time pretending had been this exhausting.The drive home passed in silence. Adrian seemed tired after spending the entire evening entertaining guests, while Elena was grateful he wasn't asking questions she didn't have the strength to answer. She rested her head against the window and watched the city lights blur past, hoping the distance between herself and the ballroom would somehow quiet the storm inside her. It didn't.When they finally stepped inside the apartment, Elena stopped just beyond the front door and slowly looked around. It was the same home she had walked out of only a few hours earlier,

Their gazes collided, invisible lightning sparking across the room.Elena’s knees threatened to buckle. Her heart banged against her ribs, screaming for her to flee, but she was rooted, every nerve ablaze as Roth held her in his stare.And then, deliberately, Roth fucked Celeste harder. The squelching sound of her pussy, and their skin contact echo through the roomElena’s breath hitched, her hand flying to her mouth as if she could silence the moan or cry tearing from her throat. Roth smirked, dark and cruel, the corners of his mouth curling upward as if her agony was the sweetest wine he had ever tasted.“Louder,” he growled at Celeste, slamming his cock into her with vicious force.Celeste obeyed, crying out his name, oblivious to the silent war burning across the room.Elena’s eyes blurred with tears she refused to shed. The air felt thick, suffocating and each thrust punching through her chest. She wanted to hate him, wanted to loathe him with every fiber of her being. But her bo

Elena’s head tilted back just enough, her eyes meeting the shadows again, locking onto him as Adrian pounded harder. Her lips parted for a moan, a sound so raw it might have been a cry, except her gaze was on him when she made it.Every shiver of her body, every clench of her cunt around Adrian’s cock, she gave to Roth like an offering. Like a punishment. Like a claim he wasn’t allowed to touch but couldn’t stop taking.Roth swallowed hard, sweat beading at his temple. He shouldn’t be watching his son fuck her. He shouldn’t be hard. He shouldn’t want to cross the room, tear Adrian away, and bury himself in the heat of her until she remembered exactly whose body she’d been made for.But he wanted it. Christ, he wanted it so badly his vision blurred. He watched his son fuck. There was something perverted about it as he watched his hip snap, the length of his cock thrusting in and out of Elena. It feels very wrong seeing it, but he couldn't help it for whatever reason. To know who fucks

The room was silent except for the frantic rush of their breathing and the echo of her pulse pounding in her ears. The office smelled of sex. Her blouse was torn, and her skirt shoved up around her waist, stockings ripped down her thighs. Papers scattered across the floor in a ruin that mirrored her own state. Elena thought it was finished. She thought maybe Roth had finally taken enough, claimed enough. That maybe he’d walk away now and leave her to collect the broken pieces of her dignity. But Roth Dimitri never walked away.He stood over her, his chest rising and falling, eyes burning with a fire that should have frightened her more than it did. Sweat glistened at his temple, his shirt rumpled, his tie loosened and hanging crookedly against the hard lines of his chest. His cock, still glistening from the wreckage he had made of her, twitched as though her ruin had only sharpened his hunger.He grabbed her by the waist and flipped her onto her back so fast the edge of the desk dug