All Chapters of Daddy's Forbidden Desire Series: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

Isadora's POV"Are you sure your Dad is cool with me staying?" Claire rolled her eyes at my question. She stood by the door, gesturing at the room behind her. "For the one-hundredth time, Isadora, No. He doesn't mind." "Oh, come on, I don't want to impose. He's one of the country's top ten billionaires." I said, clutching my luggage tightly. I had packed it in a rush, and now that I was calmer, perhaps deciding to spend the holiday with Claire on a whim wasn't a good idea. But after all I had gone through this past week, the way my life and everything I had ever known crumbled to nothing; I couldn't be alone after that. Dad, Mom, Josh? I needed to be away from them all. Claire grabbed my hand and yanked me into the room. I could barely contain my gasp at how magnificent it looked. The Kavanuagh's LakeFront Mansion had to be the world's eighth wonder because it looked magnificent and smelled like money. Good grief. "It is exactly for that reason that you should impose," Cla

Isadora's POV I stared at the caller ID on the phone screen; my hands trembled, and blood rushed to my ears. The name Dad flashed across my phone screen, blinking up at me repeatedly. The phone stopped ringing, but I knew it wasn't over. None of this was over. When Dad called again, I took a deep breath and picked up the call. "You stupid girl," Dad hissed, his words biting deep. It wasn't the first time he would call me that. It wouldn't be the last time, either. "Ignoring my calls, aren't you? Just like your crazy mother," "Hi, Dad," I whispered, biting my bottom lip to hide the tears. He scoffed at my words. "Dad? With the way you ran off, I would bet I raised your mother's bastard all along. You're no true daughter of mine." The tears hit, and I raised my head, trying to air my eyelids. What was I supposed to say to that? "Where is your mother?" He demanded harshly, and I sucked in a breath. I couldn't tell him where she was. If he found her... If he did, he would tr

Isadora's POV I was ashamed, and I didn't think I could stop. My room was dark, and I had the covers above me, but my hands worked beneath them, rubbing against my clit. A moan slipped through my lips as I writhed in pleasure. My pussy was wet and needy. This was the third night in a row that I would be touching myself, and it was all his fault. All of Tristan's Kavanaugh's fault. I already had the growing attraction to him to contend with, and then he just had to save me, didn't he? I probably would have preferred that I had fallen face flat on the ground than have his hot, rigid body pressed up against me, scrambling my insides. My cunt throbbed hard as I played with my cunt, trying to muffle the noises I made at how good that felt. "Tristan," I moaned, clamping my eyes shut while thrusting my fingers. The wet, hot walls clamped around my fingers, clinging to them like a vice. I replayed it all in my head—he stroking his cock and then grabbing me like he had yesterday, h