Novel & Cerita Doja Cat Damn Papa

A pout found my lips, causing Dada to pull his head back before deepening his brows. "I do like some of your songs, except this one." He pointed to my phone which had its screen against the tabletop. "I am wounded. Daddy?" I looked at him, and he pursed his lips before winking at me. "Remind me to put it on full blast when we leave this office." He said, causing loud groans of annoyance. "Oh fuck." Papa's exasperated groan had me shutting my phone and shoving it into my pocket. If anyone dared to take these guys away from me, Mom, and the cubbies; I am going to make them die a slow, excruciatingly painful death!

Roman tweak my mama's hair and violently laid her on the sofa bed. "Stop! Fuck you, Roman! Don't touch my wife, you fucking beast!" Papa's said angrily, he was struggling to get off the handcuff and the chair while shouting and cursing Roman to stop but Roman did not listen, my eyes widen when I saw that Roman stripped off the clothes that were wrapped around my mama's body while papa could do nothing but cry in agony.

***Olivia's POV*** The fourth day felt like a trap. I was in the mini library of the house, the smell of old paper making the air feel thick. I was trying to focus on a textbook when my phone buzzed with frantic texts that made my stomach drop. Drake: Liv, please. I’m at our spot. My dad is threatening to kick me out because I’m a failure. I messed up. I need you. My heart hammered against my ribs. I knew Drake’s dad. A man who used words like weapons and expected his son to be a machine.

"Stinky Papa! Stinky Papa!" Chloe and Chris stood and watched with their adorable faces. They looked slightly frightened by Papa's soccer skills. "Ah! I don't want to play anymore!" Chloe immediately rushed to Mama's side and hugged her legs. "It's fine. It's fine…" Anne held Chloe's hand and walked toward Charlie, who was still bawling. "Charlie, does your head hurt? Let me have a look." "I don't want Papa anymore!" Charlie got on his feet and was very angry. "Papa is not my Papa anymore!"

Hell maybe wrecked “You are not going to touch me tonight. You are not going to come. You are just going to watch and learn what it feels like to want something you cannot have.” She said. I made a sound that was somewhere between a groan and a whimper and she laughed softly. “This is lesson one Jax,” she said. “Denial.” And then she touched herself while I knelt there aching and desperate and completely at her mercy.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

“Louder, baby. Who owns this pretty little pussy?” “You do- fuck, Dante, you do!” I sobbed, tears of pure pleasure spilling down my cheeks. He rose up like a god, lips glistening with me, eyes burning with raw possession. A sharp slap landed on my inner thigh, making me squeak. He shoved my legs wider with his knees and freed himself, thick and heavy. The blunt head of his cock pressed against my entrance, teasing, threatening. One hand pinned both my wrists above my head. The other gripped my jaw, forcing my glassy eyes to meet his.

I don't know what it is, but I know that Mama Kea can accept the whole of Papa's life, not just the good side. "Mama Kea has love, but Papa needs more effort to give her love even though it's not perfect." Papa is real jerk. Mama can accept Papa as he is, but Papa needs effort? What kind of asshole has been given attention and still asks for a heart? My papa is that jerk. Shit! I wanted to curse so badly, but listening to Papa spew out all the bullshit he'd been through might be a little amusing. "Do you know that women can let out all their anger at once?"

The smell hits me, and I grimace. "Audrey," I say in a warning tone, "that better not be—" "TEQUILA!" She yells and I groan. Tequila is the sure-fire way to get me both hammered and horny, and she damn well knows this. "Come on, Kat," she says in her sweetest voice, pouting at me then grinning at Dan. She passes Mark a glass. "Why are there five?" I ask her.

"Sofia is on her knees for you! This is a humiliation that violates family Onore! What more do you want? Even an execution needs a trial!" "I told you, she's my sister. As a Il Papa, why are you so petty?" "Open the gate and let us in! If you behave and stop throwing this tantrum, the position of Underboss is still yours." I looked down at this man and woman, who seemed to have the intelligence of single-celled organisms. I didn't even have the urge to pull my gun anymore. I just felt a deep, profound sadness. For fifteen years, I had fed my soul to these mongrels.

"We missed you bigtime, Bubu bear." "Missed you, too, Mom," Ira planted a kiss on his mother's cheek. "You don't have to call me Bubu bear for Pete's sake." Chloe caught a glimpse of his awkward smile which she found utterly ludicrous. Helena pulled away from their hug and giddily pinched both of his prominent sexy cheeks. She could tell Ira got his undeniable good looks from his mestiza Filipina mom while the authoritative manner was from his half-Turkish, half-Italian father. Such a great combination of DNA, she ought to herself. Not too long they were all settled in the spacious lounge area where a middle-aged woman showed up to serve assorted refreshments and tarts. It was as if Chloe's