All Chapters of SEDUCING MY EX’s FATHER FOR REVENGE : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The morning sun came in through the tiny curtain opening and reflected its gentle golden rays on my face. I sat up, opened my eyes, and wiped my eyes together. For a moment, I got confused and forgot where I was. The bed I was sitting on was far too comfortable, and the sheets on the beds didn’t look like any that belonged to me or could be found in the apartment I was staying at. When I caught the faint smell of the cologne on the blanket that wrapped around me when it finally clicked into place. I was at Damien’s house. Everything that had happened last night up until when I had fallen asleep in Damien’s hands came rushing back and hit me like a punch to the gut. Ryan! The way he had spoken, the fear I had felt when he walked closer to me, trying to force himself on me. My scream. The way he had tried to silence, how I had started crying, the evil look in his eyes. And then the footsteps that had echoed through the empty hallway, how Ryan had escaped and Damien bursting into the ro

“Yes. I want your taste on my tongue, daddy,” I replied him, nodding rapidly and disoriented with need. Even I was unable to recognize the girl dirty talking back to him, I had come to seduce him but I was the one getting turned on instead. Inching his fingers lower, he played with the strap of my lingerie, which was barely hiding anything. It caused delicious and teasing friction against my nipples, and amplified my lust. “Then beg for my cock like a good little girl, kitten,” he commanded. “What happened to making me beg without laying a finger?” I taunted instead, ignoring the protest of my body that craved to fall to my knees and worship him. His eyes flared in challenge and warning just before he pulled away from me. I swallowed thickly when his hands lowered to his waist and unclasped his belt. Instinctively, I took a step backward and the corner of his lips tilted dangerously and deviously before he slowly pulled the expensive leather through the loops. The belt hung low

After I had come down from my high and I could finally feel my knees, I turned around and stood straight. Damien led me to the en-suite bathroom in his office and helped me clean up. He was so gentle and my heart tugged but I shook my head and focused. After cleaning up, I walked back to where my clothes where and put them back on as fast as I could. I looked in the mirror and hear rose to my cheeks, but I noticed that they were hickeys all over my neck so I let my hair flow down to cover to it. I looked like sex, my lips were red and swollen from how much Damien had bitten on them and my makeup was smudged. I tried my best to fix myself up as much as possible but there was only little I could do. Damien walked back into the office and was already dressed up. He gestured for the couch and I walked to it, wondering what was going on in his head. He sat down and I sat across from Damien, my nerves coiled tightly like a spring. The air wasn’t tense or uncomfortable, if anything, it sm

“Now, turn around. Focus on her and keep watching.” His tone left no room for argument, I turned my head back to the stage and watched the girl dance seductively until the music came to an halt. “Is that all?” I asked as I turned to face him once again. “Keep your eyes on the stage,” he simply replied. I swallowed and turned my head back to look at the girl again, she was done dancing but she didn’t leave the stage and I wondered why. As if reading my thoughts, two men walked out of the shadows and got on the stage with the woman. She pulled down the little piece of clothing she was wearing and stood there with the cloth around her waist and in her heels, the men walked closer to her and I turned to look at Damien, my chest heaving and my body burning. By the time our eyes collided after his eyes roamed every inch of me, I was a wanton mess of lust and it left a trail of blazing fire on my skin. The flames burned high to the point where it was suffocating when he spoke up in

“Yes. Only you, daddy.” He affirmed my words by pushing his tongue inside my mouth and kissed me deeply. My toes curled at the violent aggression in each swipe and suck of his lips. The world disappeared until all I felt was him. His strength, his scent, and his possessive touch, anchored me to him. I sought his mouth when he pulled away from me with a dark smirk. He was intentionally tormenting me, believing he had all the power just because he told me not to touch myself. However, he wasn’t the only one who knew how to bend the rules to their favor. Two could play this game. Staring into his eyes, which narrowed when I took his wrist still gripping my breast possessively, I inched it lower over my stomach. Without pausing, I slid it farther down and slipped it underneath my dress, and I sighed in pleasure just as I press his fingers against my wet pussy. “Amanda,” he warned, inhaling sharply. Uncaring if anyone stared, I pushed his finger between my folds and whined in frustra