Semua Bab I Let His Daddy Ruin Me: Bab 41 - Bab 50

Celeste clung to his arm as they left the restaurant, her perfume cloying, her laughter soft and feminine. Roth let her lean into him, allowed her fingers to lace through his, and allowed the picture-perfect image to paint itself for anyone who might be watching. On the surface, it was flawless: the powerful Dimitri patriarch with a striking woman at his side. But beneath the calm mask, Roth’s blood was still simmering. The sight of Elena pressed against that wall replayed in his head like a fever dream, the way her breath had stuttered when he touched her throat, the way her thighs had trembled when his hand slid beneath her dress. She had wanted him. She always wanted him. And she hated herself for it. That was what made it exquisite. Celeste thought she had his attention. She thought she could reclaim something of him by showing up tonight in that red dress and pretending she owned the space beside him. She didn’t realize she was nothing more than a tool, a distraction to mask th

Adrian pulled back just enough to study her face. His eyes searched hers with quiet concern, as if he could see she was carrying something she refused to share."Come with me tonight," he said gently. "Let's have dinner. Just the two of us. No work, no wedding planning, no family. I think you need a break."Elena looked at him for a long moment. A few weeks ago, the idea of spending an evening alone with Adrian would have filled her with excitement. It should have felt comforting. He was the man she was supposed to marry, the man who loved her with a patience she had never truly appreciated until she started losing herself.But lately, safety felt strangely empty. Her mind kept wandering toward danger, toward the man she knew she should hate. The one who had turned every peaceful thought into restless nights and guilty mornings.She hated herself for it. Still, she forced a small smile and nodded. "Okay."The rest of the day passed in a blur. Meetings came and went. Emails piled up. R

The Dimitri penthouse was quiet. A soft amber glow spilled from the bedside lamp, painting Elena’s skin in molten tones as she stretched beneath the sheets.Adrian hovered above her, his lips warm against hers, kissing her slow and deep. His body pressed into hers, the weight of his devotion heavy and grounding. His hands roamed tenderly, tracing her cheek, cupping her waist, and stroking her thigh.“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, mouth brushing hers. “Mine.”Elena’s breath caught. She should have felt whole, safe in that word. Instead, the syllables curled like smoke inside her chest, leaving her restless and unfulfilled.Adrian’s hand slipped beneath her nightgown, fingers brushing the damp heat between her thighs. He groaned, kissing harder. “Already wet for me, baby.”Elena’s throat tightened. She wanted to respond, wanted to fall into his arms, and let the comfort of his love drown the ache that burned inside her. But she couldn’t. Not when the ache belonged to someone else.An

The masquerade was still alive with music and laughter, but Roth had no patience for velvet masks and shallow conversation. He’d already had his feast tonight—Elena’s body trembling on his fingers, her panties pocketed like a prize, and now his hunger was sharpened to something cruel. He needed release. Something raw, something messy. And Celeste was waiting. She had slipped into his study willingly, her gown already half-undone, her mask tossed carelessly onto his desk. She leaned back against the polished wood, her lips swollen from his kisses, her breasts spilling free of satin. Her eyes glittered up at him, daring, desperate. “Roth,” she whispered, spreading her thighs, baring herself to him. “Take me. Please.” He didn’t bother answering. He tore at his clothes, undoing his trousers, freeing the thick length of his cock already straining and aching. His blood burned, his control frayed. And in his fist—Elena’s panties. He lifted the center part of the delicate lace to his f

Elena’s muffled whimper against Roth’s palm didn’t deter him. If anything, it spurred him further, his cock hard as steel seem to grow bigger inside her cunt, stretching her until she couldn’t breath, each thrust harder and deeper, hitting her womb. Her hips lifted against him automatically, trying to match his pace, but he pinned her firmly, letting her know she was entirely under his control. Her phone vibrated; Adrian. “Elena?” He called outside the door, His voice was soft, filled with worry. Roth’s eyes flicked to the door. He snarled low in his throat and slammed a hand over her mouth again, pushing the lace panties inside her mouth, silencing the frantic sound that threatened to escape. The moment only made him more animalistic. He thrived on the danger, on the sharp spike of adrenaline that coursed through him every time Adrian neared discovery. “Shh,” Roth hissed, grinding into her with brutal precision, “don’t you dare make a sound.” Her muffled cries vibrated thro