DADDY'S DIRTY SECRETS のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

​"What the f**k?!"​The scream ripped out of my throat before I could stop it. I stumbled backward, my shoulder slamming hard into the doorframe.​Brody scrambled backward on the couch, frantically pulling his pants up. Matt just sat back on his heels, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He didn't even look embarrassed. He just looked annoyed that I had interrupted.​"Harper," Brody started, his voice completely casual as he fumbled with his zipper. "It's not what it looks like."​"You're sick!" I yelled, my chest heaving. "You're a f**king freak, Brody!"​"Chill out," Brody sighed, rolling his eyes like I was the one being unreasonable. He stood up, adjusting his belt. "He was just giving me head. It’s really not a big deal."​"Not a big deal?!" I shrieked, completely appalled. My stomach twisted into violent knots. I felt physically sick.​"Yeah, not a big deal," Brody shot back, crossing his arms. He didn't look guilty at all. He just looked bored. "You and me? We're just f

​I woke up entirely too late. The clock on my nightstand glared 11:30 AM.​When I finally managed to push myself out of bed, my entire body ached. My thighs were sore, and my lower back throbbed with a dull, heavy ache ,a direct, physical reminder of exactly what Vance had done to me in the hallway last night.​I threw on a pair of loose shorts and an oversized t-shirt, tying my messy hair up in a knot. My stomach growled loudly. I was starving.​I walked downstairs, the house completely quiet. My mom was already gone for her day shift.​I headed straight for the kitchen. Vance was already there. He was sitting in the chair at the head of the dining table, dressed in a grey t-shirt and dark jeans, casually scrolling through his phone. He didn't look up when I walked in.​I ignored him, opening the fridge. There were no leftovers. I checked the counter. No plates, no fruit, nothing.​I closed the fridge door, frustration bubbling up. I didn't want to talk to him, but I was too hungry t

​I barely made it to Chloe’s house.​Every single step I took up her staircase sent a heavy, throbbing ache straight through my thighs. My core was completely sore, a brutal, undeniable reminder of exactly what Vance had done to me against the cold glass of the bathroom shower just an hour ago. He had completely drained every single ounce of energy I had left. I felt physically wrecked and mentally entirely exhausted.​I collapsed onto the edge of Chloe’s bed, pulling my knees to my chest, staring blankly at the wall.​"You look like you just got hit by a truck," Chloe muttered, looking up from her phone.​"I feel like it," I whispered.​Before Chloe could ask me anything else, the doorbell rang downstairs. Chloe frowned, tossing her phone onto the mattress, and walked out of the room. I just closed my eyes, wanting to sleep for the next three days.​A minute later, footsteps echoed on the stairs.​"Look who decided to show up completely uninvited," Chloe announced, walking back into

​I was still completely shaking from the climax, my chest heaving as I stared up at the ceiling. I thought he was done. I thought my punishment was over.​But Vance didn't stand up. He reached behind him, grabbing something he had apparently set on my nightstand before I even walked into the room.​When I heard the sharp pop of a plastic cap, I tilted my head.​He was holding a bottle of chocolate syrup.​"What are you doing?" I asked, my voice barely a breathless whisper.​"It would be a total waste not to savor everything, Harper," Vance stated smoothly.​Before I could even process what he was saying, he reached out and grabbed the hem of my t-shirt, yanking it completely up to my neck. I was entirely exposed.​Vance tilted the bottle. The thick, cold syrup hit my bare skin, making me gasp violently. He drizzled it deliberately in tight circles directly over my nipples, trailing a thick, dark line straight down the center of my stomach, all the way down to my soaking wet p**sy.​"V

The drive was absolute torture from the very first mile.​I had purposely worn a short, pleated skirt and a massive, oversized hoodie, hoping the thick fabric would act as some kind of barrier between us. I was completely wrong. The hoodie draped all the way down to my thighs, covering us perfectly from my mother’s view in the rearview mirror, but it did absolutely nothing to hide the solid, burning heat of Vance beneath me.​Every time my mom hit the brakes, my back pressed completely flush against his chest. And every time she accelerated, my hips sank heavier into his lap.​He was already completely hard. I could feel the thick, rigid length of his c**k pressing directly against the center of my skirt.​I squeezed my eyes shut, gripping the edge of the car door, trying desperately to hold off the violent rush of heat flooding my core. I was absolutely terrified. My mom was sitting two feet away, completely oblivious, humming along to the radio.​"The GPS says we're hitting the dirt