Sky Daddy Novels & Stories

“Anna Carter, this isn’t Theo Zander’s turf. A b*tch like you causing a ruckus here with your boy toy means you’re blatantly disrespecting me, Drogo Hanks!” Somewhere below the stairs, sitting on a sofa was a man with a square face, triangular eyebrows, and a beard. His expression was dark. This man was Drogo Hanks, the owner of Celestial Club! He was also one of the five most powerful men in the underground world.

Yet every time our eyes met across the room, the heat that passed between us carried the full memory of everything we had done upstairs and the promise of everything we would do the next time the house emptied and the locked doors gave us the space to take it again. The pattern repeated itself through the following days with a consistency that began to feel almost inevitable. Another long shift. Another locked door. Another stretch of hours in which the only language between us was the press of skin and the wet sound of him moving inside me. One evening he found me in the hallway after my mother had left and the moment the door closed behind her car he backed me against the wall and lifted o

he asks, voice rough. “Yes. Please.” He begins to move in long, measured strokes. Every thrust is controlled. Every retreat is slow. His eyes stay locked on mine. One of his hands remains spread over the side of my belly, steadying, feeling. Zavian stays close on my other side, kissing my mouth, my cheek, the corner of my eye. His fingers stroke through my hair and then trail down to rest over Caspian’s hand on my stomach so that both of them are touching me and the babies at once.

The Potomac River was a black snake sliding through the heart of the broken city. Julian Vance stood in the wreckage of the warehouse, a broken statue in a temple of his own ruin. His face was a mask of scars and pain, but the old key in his hand didn’t shake.

they said in unison as they lowered their heads. “Wait. Please indulge us before we part ways, General Kingston. I’m sure everyone’s been curious as well. Did you name this place after your mate?” My brows furrowed. Did that mean that Blaze owned N Tower? By the look on his face, the answer was a clear yes. I wasn’t aware of that. All I knew was that this place was a very famous restaurant in the realm where people had to book three to six months in advance just to get a slot.

Golden chandeliers glittered while masked bodies moved, gyrating to the very loud music. “Anyone want drinks?” Sasha offered, holding up two champagne flutes. Celeste grabbed one. “If I'm doing this, I'll be doing it drunk. At least to numb the pain my heart feels.” She snared at her friends when they rolled their eyes at her. The music changed, and it made her head feel strangely light. She turned, already longing for the exit, when she saw….him. Leaning against a velvet pillar, half in shadow and half bathed by the lights. He was dressed in a black suit, and a black mask. She dragged her eyes over him, taking in his broad chest and strong jaw.

The jets bubbled around us, masking the first whimper that escaped my lips. 'Call me Gio,' he murmured against my skin, his free hand sliding up my back to untie my bikini top. It floated away like a discarded inhibition. His palm cupped my breast, thumb circling my nipple until it pebbled hard. 'And you're gonna call me Daddy when I make you scream.' His words were filthy, with a modern edge to them, like something from a late-night hookup app fantasy come to life. I arched into his touch, my hands roaming his chest, nails scraping through the wet hair.

"Which one of us Junes, do you want first, baby?" "Both," I mutter. My voice is hoarse. "Fucking both." Sandy takes the lead. She crawls back onto the bed, ass in the air, that pink lace barely hanging off one hip. "Come here, Daddy," she says, teasing her own nipple with two fingers. "Don’t you want to see what June can do for you tonight?" She doesn’t sound like her, not even close, but I let the illusion fog my brain. Stella kneels between my legs, "Mm. Look at that. Already so hard." She kisses the base of my cock and looks up at me. "All this for us?"

Otherwise, he would not have been single for decades. “Buzz buzz.” Just then, Duke’s phone rang. He looked at the caller ID, Trent. It was always about drinking and having fun when this guy called. He was about to hang up the call when his finger suddenly paused. Trent Sunderland, the second son of the Sunderland family, the famous playboy in Sea City. He got a new girlfriend every three days. When it came to understanding women, no one in the circle could outmatch him. Duke pressed the answer button and walked toward the door.

Grandpa won’t have a reason not to pass it to dad when he retires. So, I figured I’d surprise Damian at his office. I really wanted to see what he actually did all day. Since he’s the ‘Romancer’ for the Familia, I already knew there are way too many thirsty whores circling around him, and I needed to remind everyone: he’s mine. I arrived at Heaven to Hell just after eleven. The club was closed, but all the lights were on. The place is sleek, dark and seductive. In the center was a glass display case showcasing bondage toys and high-end kink gear. Some of it looked... intriguing.