All Chapters of Kidnapping the Mayor’s Daughter: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

SkyI replayed Dare’s words in my mind, over and over. And as much as I hated admitting it, he was right. Despite being his prisoner, I’d never been harmed—not physically, at least. That alone was a strange comfort, considering the bounty on my head. The thought that some of these men might just want to use me to extort my father chilled me. Maybe, just maybe, Dare deserved some credit for keeping me alive.I shut the door behind me and found him on the couch. The first aid kit was open on the table, his shirt tossed carelessly to the floor. He rummaged through the kit with a focus that only made me realize just how injured he was.“You really should go to the hospital for that,” I told him, my voice softer now.“No need,” he muttered, glancing briefly at me. “I blocked the knife with my hand.”Only then did I notice the gash running across his left palm, dried blood caked around the wound. The antiseptic bottle in his hand hovered over the stab wound on his abdomen, and without flinc

SkyA week had passed since the kiss, and I’d done everything I could to avoid Dare. Every time I thought about it, my cheeks burned with embarrassment. What had I been thinking, letting myself get swept up in a moment like that with him of all people? It wasn’t just the kiss—it was the fact that I’d enjoyed it. I hated that I kept replaying it in my mind, the way his lips had felt against mine, the heat of his touch.Dare, to his credit, hadn’t brought it up. He’d been unusually quiet all week, careful not to invade my space. It was like we’d come to some unspoken agreement to pretend it never happened.This morning, though, something was different. The sound of clanging plates and the faint smell of something sweet woke me from sleep. For a moment, I lay there, confused, until I heard my name being called.I climbed out of bed, slipping on a robe over my pajamas, and made my way downstairs. The closer I got to the kitchen, the stronger the smell became—vanilla, syrup, and something

SkyThe phone felt heavy in my hand, trembling slightly as I pressed it against my ear. The moment I heard his voice, my knees almost gave out.“Hello, dear,” my dad said softly, his voice familiar yet strained.“Dad,” I whispered, my voice cracking as tears welled up in my eyes. I could barely breathe. The guilt that had been eating away at me surged forward, suffocating me. “I missed you, Dad,” I managed to say between sobs, my heart aching as the words left my lips.“I miss you too, darling,” he said, and that broke me completely. I had held so much in, trying to stay strong, but hearing him say those words unraveled me.When I saw the news earlier—saw him being rushed to the hospital, his body breaking down from the stress of looking for me—it felt like the ground had been ripped from beneath my feet. I hated myself for what I’d done to him, for being the reason he collapsed.“I’m so sorry, Dad,” I whispered, my voice trembling. The guilt was crushing.His voice softened. “Honey,

Sky“Mhm,” he says, his lips brushing against mine. I let out a soft moan as he deepens the kiss, his tongue exploring my mouth.I can feel my body responding to him, my nipples hardening beneath my shirt. Dare’s hands are on my waist, pulling me closer to him. I can feel his erection pressing against me, and I can’t help but grind against him.“Fuck, Sky,” he growls, breaking the kiss. “I need you. Now.”Before I can even respond, Dare has picked me up and dropped me on the bed. He climbs on top of me, his lips finding mine again. I can feel his hands on my shirt, pulling it up over my head. I lift my arms to help him, and he tosses it aside.His eyes rake over my body, taking in every inch of me. I can feel my cheeks flushing under his gaze. He reaches out and traces a finger over the swell of my breast, and I shiver at the contact.“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, leaning down to take my nipple in his mouth. I let out a soft moan as he sucks and nips at my breast, his hands roami

DareI snuck out of the house at 6 a.m., moving quietly so I don’t wake her. Inside, she’s sleeping peacefully, her breathing slow and steady. She looks so serene when she’s asleep, like all the worries she carries during the day melt away in her dreams. I could stand there all morning, watching her, memorizing the way the early light touches her skin, the way her hair falls across the pillow. But I don’t want to waste this opportunity.Today, I want to do something special for her. Something meaningful. The thought makes my chest tighten a little. I’ve never done anything like this for anyone before. It feels foreign, yet natural when it comes to her. If I did nothing, if I didn’t make an effort, I’d hate myself for it later.As I step outside, the sound of tires crunching on the gravel draws my attention. Theo’s car pulls in through the gate, right on time, as I knew he would be. He’s dependable like that. He steps out of the car in his usual black suit, every detail of his appearan