CRAVING DIRTY DADDY のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 59

HADES As soon as I stepped out of the elevator, my eyes immediately found Carlos. He was already halfway toward the elevator, his expression tense. “Boss, I'm sorry.” He hurried to fall into step beside me. “He got in before I knew he was in the building.” I didn't slow down. How" “Security let him up because he said he had a meeting with you.” My cold glare cut toward him. “I don't have any fucking meeting with him." My voice was low. Deadly. Carlos immediately lowered his head. “Yes, sir. I'm sorry.” I held his gaze for another second before looking away. “What the fuck does he want?” Carlos hesitated. “He brought bouquets of flowers.” I stopped for half a second. “Flowers?” “Yes, boss.” His voice grew cautious. “And gift boxes. For Violet.” Something cold and sharp slid beneath my ribs. Of course. Of fucking course the bastard had come for her. Enzo Salvatore had never set foot inside this building in all the years we'd circled each other like two wolves, ne

HADES “You don’t get to stand here and tell me what Violet prefers.” I added with cold smirk. “And you’re still the same man who takes what he wants and leaves nothing but wreckage behind. “Twenty-five years later, and you’re still the same possessive bastard.” My jaw clenched as heat crawled up my neck. Every instinct in me screamed to wrap my hands back around his throat and squeeze until his smug smile disappeared forever. The image of his eyes bulging with terror, flashed through my mind with vivid clarity. But I held back. I would not drag Violet into this. Not like this. Not because of old hatreds that had nothing to do with her. “Get the fuck out of my building,” I said, voice stripped of everything but cold finality. “Not until I’ve met her.” “Don’t test me, Enzo Salvatore.” His full name left my mouth like poison. Each syllable dripped with barely contained rage. He registered the threat—I watched it register—but Enzo had never known when to stop. "Or you'l

HADES For a moment, I thought she was going to fight me. I could feel her hesitation in the air between us, could almost hear the words forming on her lips. But then the soft click of the door closing told me she was gone. The second the sound registered, every instinct in me screamed to chase after her, drag back inside To bend her over my desk and bury myself so deep inside her that I forgot everything else. Instead, I grabbed the bottle of whiskey and poured myself a glass. I swallowed it in one motion, the burn doing nothing to touch the fire already tearing through my chest. Three days left. Only three days left of the deal. And after that, she would be free. She could walk away. She could find someone else. Someone who knew how to love her the way she deserved. Someone who could give her the life she deserved without dragging her into a world of violence and death. But the thought of Enzo finding her, of him seducing her the way he had seduced Bianca, made my blood boil

VIOLET His thrusts never slowed. He kept burying himself to the hilt, the thick, heavy length of him stretching me open with every brutal stroke, as though he meant to carve his shape into the deepest part of me and leave it there. Tears pricked hot at the corners of my eyes—not from pain, but from the sheer, overwhelming intensity of the pleasure that kept cresting higher and higher with no mercy. It was too much and still not enough; every nerve ending felt scraped raw and lit on fire at once. Every time he bottomed out, the thick head of his cock slammed against that swollen, sensitive spot deep inside me, over and over, until my eyes rolled back and my mouth fell open in a silent, helpless O. The pleasure was so sharp it bordered on pain, a white-hot coil in my core that threatened to snap with every brutal stroke. My inner walls fluttered and clenched around him of their own accord, greedy and frantic, trying to hold him deeper even as he pulled back only to drive in harde

HADES Violet felt so fucking sweet. Sweeter than anything I had ever felt with any other woman. The wet heat of her. The way she gripped me like she was made to milk every drop from my cock. The little broken sounds she made every time I bottomed out. “Mmmmm… fuck… assshhh—” The sound tore out of me as I slammed deeper, my eyes rolling for a second under the intensity of her cunt gripping me so perfectly it almost hurt. I forced them open again because I needed to watch. Needed to see the way her pussy stretched around my thick cock every time I drove home, the way her entrance clung to me on every withdrawal like it refused to let go. “Fuck,” I growled, voice rough and low. “Look at this greedy little cunt taking every inch.” I watched my thick cock disappear inside her over and over, the shaft glistening with her juices, her stretched entrance clinging to me on every slow drag out like it didn’t want to release me. The sight alone had my balls drawing tight, heavy and aching