บททั้งหมดของ MY FATHER’S COCK : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

I stepped out of the private elevator with my heart trying to climb up my throat.The penthouse was darker than I expected. Only the city lights came through the wall of glass, painting everything in cold blue and gold. And there he was—Adrian Vale—standing with his back to me, shirtless, black trousers hanging low enough that I could see the deep cut of muscle above his hips. He didn’t turn around right away. He made me wait. Made me feel how small I was in his space.When he finally faced me, his eyes dragged down my body like he was already deciding where to put his hands. Older. Mid-forties. Sharp jaw, expensive mouth, the kind of calm that only men with too much money ever managed.“You’re smaller than I expected,” he said. Voice low. Controlled. “Take your clothes off.”I swallowed. “We haven’t talked about the money yet.”“You’ll get the money.” He stepped closer. The air between us changed. “You’ll get the apartment. The black card. Whatever pretty things you want. In exchange

The stranger’s hand rested on the back of my neck like he already owned the right to touch me.I couldn’t see his face from where I was bent over the couch, Adrian’s cock buried so deep inside me that every breath made me clench around him. My thighs were shaking. My own cock hung heavy and dripping between my legs, ignored and aching. The woman’s heels clicked softly as she circled us, watching.Adrian’s chest was still pressed to my back. His hand stayed on my throat, not tight enough to hurt, just tight enough to remind me who was in control. When he spoke, his voice was soft and lethal.“Take your hand off him.”The stranger didn’t move. “You’ve gotten territorial.”“I’ve gotten particular.” Adrian’s hips rolled once, slow and deep, forcing a broken sound out of me. “And he is not part of whatever game the two of you are playing.”The woman laughed under her breath. “Everything is part of the game, Adrian. You taught me that.”I felt the stranger’s fingers flex against my neck. Th

The words “She’s gone” were still hanging in the air when Adrian’s cock slammed back into me.I was bent over the glass boardroom table, chest flat against the cold surface, pants around my ankles, his cum from the morning still leaking out of me. Victoria and Elias watched like they were at a private show. My mother was missing. My life was collapsing. And the only thing my body could focus on was the thick, relentless stretch of him driving deeper with every thrust.“Look at them,” Adrian ordered, voice rough. His hand stayed between my shoulder blades, pinning me down. “I want them to see exactly who you belong to while their little plan burns.”I lifted my head. Tears of overstimulation blurred the room. Victoria’s face was pure venom. Elias looked hungry.Adrian fucked me harder. The wet sound of it echoed off the glass walls. My cock dragged against the table with every impact, smearing precum across the surface. I was going to come again. I could feel it building, humiliating a

The boardroom emptied in under two minutes.Victoria and Elias left first, already on their phones. My mother’s tactical team vanished through the broken glass like smoke. She was the last to go. She paused at the shattered wall, looked back at me once, and said nothing. Then she was gone.Adrian locked the door.The second the bolt clicked, the silence turned heavy. I was still standing in the middle of the room wearing nothing but his jacket, his cum drying on my thighs, the taste of the truth sitting bitter on my tongue. My father. The word kept circling in my head like it didn’t belong to me.Adrian walked toward me slowly. He didn’t speak. He just reached out, slid the jacket off my shoulders, and let it fall to the floor. Cool air touched my skin. His eyes moved over every mark he’d left on me earlier—bruises, bite marks, the flush that still hadn’t faded.“You’re shaking,” he said.“You knew.”“Yes.”“And you still—”“Yes.”He cupped the side of my neck, thumb resting over my p

The gunman’s finger rested on the trigger.I could see the exact moment Adrian made his decision. His eyes flicked from the weapon aimed at my stomach to the man whose throat he still held, then back to me. Something cold and final settled over his face.He let go of the first intruder and raised both hands slowly.“Don’t,” he said. Voice steady. “You want me. Not him.”The gunman tilted his head. “We want what hurts you most.”Adrian took one step sideways, placing more of his body between me and the barrel. Blood still ran down his forearm from the earlier fight. “Then you’ve already failed. Because if you pull that trigger, I will spend every remaining second of my life destroying everything you care about. And I will make it last.”The second intruder, the one I’d hit with the lamp, recovered enough to raise his own weapon. Now two guns were trained on us.Red alarm lights kept pulsing across the ceiling. Somewhere deeper in the penthouse, heavy boots pounded against marble. Secur