Todos los capítulos de CRAVING DIRTY DADDY: Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

VIOLET “Who told you to move, Violet?” His voice dropped into that low, dangerous register that made my stomach tighten and my core clench. “I thought I could walk,” I whispered, embarrassed heat flooding my face. I could feel his cock pressing hard against my lower stomach as he held me tightly against him. Even after hours of claims, he was still rock-solid just from holding my bare body. He looked down at me, a dark, wicked smirk pulling at his handsome lips. “If you could even walk properly right now, princess, I would throw you over this counter and fuck you. I’d ruin you so badly you’d be confined to this bed for the rest of the week. Do you want me to fuck you again? Is that why you’re pushing me?” “No,” I whimpered, even as my slick pussy throbbed traitorously against his thigh, my body betraying me without shame. A low, satisfied rumble vibrated through his chest. Without another word, he scooped me up as if I weighed nothing and carried me back into the bedroom

VIOLET I was so wet, so shamefully needy, even after everything he’d done to me. The knowledge that I was fucking myself in his shower, moaning his name like a wanton slut, only made the fire burn hotter. I could almost hear his deep, commanding voice in my ear, low and rough: “Such a greedy little slut, princess. Can’t even take a shower without playing with this needy cunt?” I whimpered softly, my hips already beginning to rock forward. Slipping two fingers inside my soaked pussy, I gasped at the stretch. “Hades… please…” I pleaded to the empty steam-filled space, my voice needy and trembling. “Fuck me. I need your thick cock so badly. Please, Daddy… ruin me again. Wreck this pussy like only you can.” My fingers moved faster, thrusting in and out as I imagined his massive cock stretching me open, pounding into me without mercy. The way he would grip my hips hard enough to bruise, the way he would growl filthy praise while he ruined me. "Yes… just like that." My hips rock

VIOLET He prowled toward me with slow, deliberate steps, like a predator who had all the time in the world and every intention of savoring his prey. His icy blue eyes dragged over me leaving trails of liquid fire in their wake. I felt exposed, stripped bare by that gaze alone, even though I was still fully clothed. “I… I need to get back to my desk, Mr. Kane” I whispered, my voice already breathy. Before I could take another step, he closed the distance in two powerful strides. His large hand shot out, fingers wrapping firmly around the tablet in my grip. “You’re not going anywhere, princess,” His tone left no room for argument. He tossed it onto the nearby conference table with casual dominance, the device clattering softly against the polished wood. He circled me so close that the heavy, intoxicating scent of his woodsmoke cologne and raw male dominance completely wrapped around me, making my thighs instantly press together as my pussy throbbed with a sudden, weeping wet

VIOLET He scooped me up into his arms as if I weighed nothing. I gasped, my arms instinctively wrapping around his neck, my face burying into the crook of his shoulder. The heat radiating from his body enveloped me, his muscles hard and unyielding beneath his shirt. He carried me across the conference room with predatory grace. He set me down on the long glassy table, laying me out like a feast made just for him. The cool surface kissed my heated back, pulling another gasp from my lips. I looked up at him, my heart hammering wildly. He stood between my spread thighs—tall, dark, and terrifyingly beautiful in that sharp navy suit that only made him look more dangerous. His icy eyes burned with dangerous hunger and possessive need, utterly mine in this stolen moment. My pulse thundered with a intoxicating mix of fear and overwhelming desire as his hands moved to his belt. He quickly worked his pants open and his cock sprang out heavy and thick, veins pulsing, the head already glist

VIOLET My face flamed. "I—no, I'm fine—" "Are you sure?" Ashley chimed in, her expression anxious. "You were in there for so long. Did Mr. Kane do something? Was he angry with you about missing work yesterday? Is he going to fire you?" Oh. That was a good angle to take. I latched onto it like a lifeline. "Actually," I said, forcing a shaky sigh, "he... he did threaten to fire me." Gasps went around the room. "What?" James exclaimed. "Hell no! That's not fair—" "He can't do that!" Dylan's voice was sharp. "In just two days, you've already done more for this team. You're incredible at your job, Violet. He can't just fire you because of one mistake!" His defense of me made my heart ache with guilt. They were all so concerned, so protective. And I was lying to their faces. "He didn't fire me," I said quickly, holding up my hands. "I—I convinced him to give me another chance. I begged, basically. Told him it wouldn't happen again, that I'd prove myself." I forced a small smile. "