My Pals Sinful Daughter Novels & Stories

“Woo!” By now Sienna was beginning to feel the effects of her alcohol intake. Things felt much lighter, slower, better. The remaining debauchees continued on in a similar fashion, popping nipples into mouths and asses onto faces. “Umm Paige,” Sienna whispered. “Yeah? What is it?” “Do you not consider what you’re doing here to be cheating? I mean you and I both have boyfriends...” Sienna questioned. “No Silly!” Paige giggled, feeling a bit sauced up herself. “This is a game! It doesn’t count!”

My marks are everywhere: red bites on her throat, fingerprint bruises on her hips, faint handprints on her ass where I spanked her until she begged for more. She looks wrecked. Beautiful. Mine. I don’t move. Just watch her chest rise and fall, slow and steady, like she’s sleeping off a war she started and I finished. My cock twitches against my thigh just looking at her, remembering how she looked riding me, head thrown back, moaning “Daddy” like it was the only word she knew. The guilt hits like a fist to the chest. She’s twenty-two. She’s Valentina’s daughter. I fucked her raw on my bed, came inside her while she screamed my name, and now she’s sleeping in my sheets like she belongs here.

Grant has his big hands holding the hips of a woman who has one foot up on the crate and the other, with her utility pants and pink thong around her ankle, on the floor. Grant is fucking my daughter and doing a fine job of it. He has a nice cock, at least what I can see through the condom. But his cock holds no interest for me. I am devouring the sight of my naked daughter. I guess she isn't the by-the-rules daughter she used to be since it's obvious that she is a very willing partner.

“Next week, after the prayer meeting at your house, you’re going to say you’re tired and go upstairs early. Leave us alone in the living room. Understand?” I nodded, tears stinging my eyes. The shame burned hotter than the pleasure between my legs. “Good girl.” He pulled his hand away right as I was about to tip over the edge. He licked his fingers clean while looking at me. “Now go back out there and smile for everyone. Act like the perfect daughter while your blackmailer starts seducing your mom.” I fixed my skirt with trembling hands and slipped back into the fellowship hall. My mom was laughing at something my dad said, but her eyes kept drifting toward Lucas across the room. She looked

“If I give her Lev, she kills you. Not as a maybe. That is the trade. She wants him gone and she wants no one who can sit in his chair after.” “I am his daughter.” “That is why.” He pushed my hair off my face. “You are the next name. She will smile when she does it. Unharmed is a word she uses on people she plans to move.” “Then we do not give her anyone.” “We do not give her you.” “That is not the same sentence.” He went quiet. I hated that quiet. It was the same quiet from the call, the one that made me put my hand on his jaw.

At Serena Vale’s succession ceremony, her four adoptive fathers ask her to let Lillian wear her late mother’s moon crown for ten minutes. Eighteen years ago, Serena’s mother, the greatest warrior of Moonridge Pack, died protecting their people. Before her death, she entrusted Serena to Alpha Darius, Beta Julian, Gamma Marcus, and Delta Ronan. The four men swore a father-daughter bond before the Moon Goddess, raised Serena as their own, and named her the pack’s future Alpha. They once stayed beside her through every fever, learned to braid her hair, treasured every drawing she made, and guarded her door during storms. Then Lillian arrived. Whenever the two girls wanted the same thing, Serena

"I forgot how much I hated her scent. It's like cheap perfume and desperation." Adam stepped out of his own car, throwing the keys to a waiting valet without looking. He gave a short, serious laugh. "Bear it, brother. She's Alpha Pious's daughter. Our father is too soft to get blood on his hands, so we play the game. It's either her or a bloodbath, and I'm not in the mood for a war tonight." Aiden leaned on the front of his car for a moment, looking at the dark woods next to their mansion.

My father walked past me. He didn't glance at me. He went straight into the crowd with his folder under his arm, and the reporters parted around him like water. Somebody had put a lectern on the pavement. A small microphone stood on it, with a dozen logos taped round the stalk. He laid one hand flat on the wood, and the whole road went quiet. "Ladies and gentlemen," said my father. His voice carried all the way to the lake. "I am Alpha Sinclair of the Sinclair pack. I won't keep you. Five years ago, my daughter left us. We have missed her very much, and we have never stopped searching. Today I am happy to say that we have found her."

44. Sinful I don’t know when I slept but I woke up by 3:00am; I was exhausted and hungry, I felt weak to my bones like I was about to faint. I struggled to push myself out of bed and when I did, I saw a tray of covered dishes on the bedside table, and a note that read: Just rest A

“You are the only one who can free me, Daemon.” “Is that it?” His voice sounded disappointed. “Nothing else?” “Why? Were you expecting a different answer?” It’s her turn to tease him. “Yes. I’ve shared my naked thoughts to you. It’s only fair that you also share yours to me.” A smile emerged from her mouth. “You act like a typical clingy man when you’re hurt.” His brows moved. “Have you met other men who is clingy like me?” “Yes, of course. What do you think of me? I am not that frigid girl. I am still the Farrows only daughter so many men sought my hand,” she exclaimed.