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She'd somehow landed herself a taste of the wealthy life. I had to admit, this sugar daddy’s taste was, to put it mildly, quite peculiar. "No, not at all. Ms. Lawrence looks like a kind, family-oriented woman." I practically bit down on the words "kind" and "family-oriented". Mom coughed guiltily and hurriedly held a peeled grape up to Kyle's mouth. "Kyle, sit down and rest. Leave tutoring the child to Mr. Wilder." Kyle casually took hold of her hand. Though he was smiling, there was an unmistakable sense of control in his voice.

Marcus was in his swim trunks, laughing loudly at a story about his boss, while I sat on the edge of a lounger, dangling my feet in the water. "Man, your stepdad is loaded," Marcus said, looking around the sprawling backyard with appreciation. "How's it living here with him?" "Tense," I murmured, taking a sip of my beer. "He’s... very strict." "Yeah? Well, you always did have a thing for authority figures," Marcus teased. He leaned in closer, his voice dropping as he smiled. "Though, I gotta admit, I've missed you, Olise." Before I could reply, the distinct sound of heavy footsteps on the stone patio echoed through the yard.

Catalina POV "You're a f*cking bastard Rodri, you know that right?" A man, donned with Cuban links around his neck and a diamond wristwatch, released a chuckle as he twisted his head at Papa. The bald-headed man, presumably an Alpha, laid back on a long red-leather loveseat with a glass of bourbon in his left hand, took a long swig and crushed the glass with the same hand. The shards cut into his palm and blood trickled down his arm. Then, he leaned forward, his elbows on his knees, and pointed his finger at me. "But, you know how to make a beautiful f*cking child."

My hands fumbled with the sleek buckle of his leather belt, unfastening it before sliding down his zipper. Reaching inside his dark boxers, I freed his thick, throbbing length, the sheer heat and weight of him filling my palm as he leaned back against the plush velvet, watching me through hooded eyes. “Now open your pretty mouth and suck Daddy's cock while I play with your pussy.” Aziel commanded, his voice dark and unyielding as his hand cupped the back of my neck. ​My chest heaved, my face burning with heat, but I didn't hesitate.

Robertson, Lucy's father has no idea of the safe at all. "I have to do something!" He mutters cunningly in his mind. Then, he used one of his hands to slip the cigarette from his lip and he dropped it on the table beside him. "Daddy is coming to join you both!" Mr. Reagan laughed hysterically, he started to put off his clothes as his wolf tattoo displayed magnificently on his back. Gabrielle who was feeling choked by Hidalgo grew in fear when she heard her father in law words, she knew they'd use her uselessly as they wanted and torture her like a toy.

"You won't care about rent once you read what’s inside this." "What is that?" Adrian asked, his gaze locked on the worn leather. "Proof that your father is about to sign away his own grave," Theodore said, tossing the heavy book onto the four-poster bed. "Open it, Adrian. See for yourself." Adrian hesitated, his hand hovering over the cracked leather spine before he finally flipped the cover open by the dim, flickering light of the bedside candle. The pages were densely packed with neat, unforgiving columns of handwritten figures, dates, and bank routing numbers that made his stomach drop.

“Every time I touched myself—I thought about your cock. About you pulling it out of her covered in cum and making me suck it clean. About you fucking me instead—” He groaned against my tit, the sound vibrating through me. His fingers slammed deeper. I fucked myself on them harder, hips rolling in desperate circles. “Uncle, I’ve wanted this for so long.” “It’s Daddy to you, princess,” he corrected darkly, lifting his head just enough to look at me. “While I’m touching you, while I’m inside you. Say nothing but Daddy.” “Daddy,” I murmured under my breath, testing the word in my mouth, rolled it around my tongue and found it sent a lick of fire through my gut.

I washed up properly and dried myself before putting on clean clothes. I went back to my room after I was done and opened the novel app on my phone. I scrolled until I found an erotic novel and started reading. I just wanted to keep myself busy until evening. The story was about a rich man who kept a young woman in his house and fucked her whenever he wanted. The scenes were dirty and detailed and every time the man in the book pushed his cock inside the woman I remembered daddy’s picture from yesterday. The thickness. The heavy look of it. The way the head shone.

No bad men. “Read,” Alex said. To Adrian. Not me. “Dada reads on Day 1. That’s rule.” _Silence. 8:45 PM._ Adrian picked up book. Opened it. Cleared throat. Not CEO voice. Not witness voice. Dada voice. “Once upon a time,” Adrian read. 58 BPM. “There was a house. That was not a court. That was not famous. That was not bad. That was just… home.”

"How come a pretty boy like you never had a person touch you before? The Kingsley family has lots of trusted lieutenant guys around." "My dad Jack Sterling keeps me away from the bad crime family men," I say. "I never let anyone get this close to me." "I am glad I am the first one," Theo says. He stands up and takes his shirt off fast. His chest is huge and has big muscles like a real mafia boss. "Wow, Sir," I say. "You are very strong." "Turn around on your knees, Lem," Theo says. "I want to look at your back." "Okay, Sir," I say. I turn over on the bed. He pulls my pants down a little bit and touches my skin with his huge hands.