All Chapters of Ouchhh Step-Daddy: Our Dirty Secret behind closed doors: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Emily’s POVThe blur of the next twenty-four hours was a hazy, intoxicating thunderstorm. The second the heavy double doors of Penthouse 54A locked behind us, Daniel didn't give me room to breathe. He dragged me against the foyer wall, his silver-gray eyes blazing with a raw, terrifying jealousy over Ethan’s public Instagram post. He marked my skin high up on my throat, claiming me over and over again until the sun went down, making sure I remembered exactly who I belonged to before the new week even started.By Monday morning, however, reality came crashing back with the force of a freight train.The quad at Bellmont University was practically buzzing. Everywhere I looked, students were huddled in small groups, whispering behind their notebooks and holding up their phones to sneak photos of us. Ethan’s Sunday post had officially gone viral across campus."Smile, babe," Ethan whispered in my ear, sliding his arm over my shoulders and pulling me close as we walked toward the business b

Emily’s POVThe heavy steel door of the Walker HQ roof banged shut behind me, cutting off the howling wind and leaving Ethan standing alone on the 40th-floor helipad beside Daniel’s black helicopter.My heart was doing wild flips in my chest, but as I walked down the emergency concrete stairs back to the executive suite, a strange, intoxicating rush of freedom washed over me. I had finally severed the cord.When I stepped back into Daniel’s private office, he was sitting behind his mahogany desk as if nothing had happened, reviewing a fresh set of financial reports. He looked up, his silver-gray eyes tracking me as I walked over to grab my purse."Is the boy off my roof?" Daniel asked smoothly, his low baritone voice completely unbothered."He's still up there trying to figure out what hit him," I said, leaning over his desk with a breathy laugh. "I told him it's over.""Good," Daniel rasped, his eyes darkening as he reached up, his thick fingers lightly tracing the side of my throat.

Emily’s POVEthan’s three little dots on my phone screen danced for a second before disappearing. A second later, his reply popped up:I’ll be there. I’ll do anything, Em. Please just give me a chance to explain.Daniel looked down at the notification with a cold, slow smirk, then tossed my phone onto the mahogany nightstand. His heavy hand reached out, cupping the back of my neck and pulling me up until my chest pressed against his bare, warm torso."Good girl," he murmured, his thumb brushing over my bottom lip, wiping away the faint glistening trace of his release. "Now go to sleep. You have a busy afternoon tomorrow."---By 1:45 PM the next day, the master suite’s air was thick with anticipation.I stood in the grand foyer of Penthouse 54A, smoothing down the front of my cream-colored ribbed sweater dress. Daniel stepped up behind me, his broad body blocking out the light from the hallway as he reached over my shoulder."Hold still, little brat," Daniel growled softly.His thick

Emily’s POVDaniel's chest heaved beneath me, his silver eyes blown wide with something between shock and hunger. The cashmere sweater bunched under my fists as I pinned his wrists above his head, my thighs squeezing his hips through the dark denim."Emily," he rasped, voice scraping like gravel. "You've been avoiding me for two weeks and now you're—""Shut up," I breathed against his throat, dragging my tongue along the corded muscle of his neck. Salt and cologne. God, I missed this. "I don't want to talk about the last two weeks. I don't want to talk at all."His hips bucked involuntarily, the hard ridge of his cock pressing against my inner thigh. "Fuck.""That's the idea." I released his wrists and sat up, grinding down against him in a slow, deliberate circle. The friction sent sparks shooting up my spine. My thin dress—some flimsy thing I'd thrown on for the Ethan date—rode up my thighs, leaving nothing but damp cotton between us.Daniel's hands flew to my hips, fingers digging

Emily’s POVThe heavy electronic lock clicked twice, and before Daniel could even move toward the foyer, the double doors were shoved violently inward.Building security had used the master keycard.Behind two pale, wide-eyed guards came Ethan, his father Arthur Reed, and his mother Helena. They burst into the penthouse like a storming army, ready to stop a murder—only to freeze dead in their tracks the second their eyes took in the scene.The dimmed, flickering candlelight. The scattered rose petals and half-eaten trays of sushi and artisan chocolates. The overturned barstools. The shattered glass covering the marble floor.And right in the center of the destruction stood Daniel, his dark hair disheveled, his shirt unbuttoned to his waist, his chest flushed—standing fiercely in front of me as I huddled behind him, clutching his dark cashmere sweater over my crumpled dress."What in God's name...?" Arthur Reed gasped, his voice trailing off as his eyes darted from the ruined living ro