LOGINANGEL
Dinner was tense, Daddy sat at the head of our long pristine dining table as usual.
Jillian perched next to him, dressed in a red condom dress that showed the shape of her huge bréasts.
I have always been pissed by how truly attractive she was. Jillian had an exotic model-like face, her títs were huge, her waist was tiny and her àss was round.
She was womanly and sultry in a way that made me feel like a little girl compared to her.
I always felt bitter and jealous each time she was this close to daddy, touching him like she owned him, but not right now, I couldn’t be fully jealous when the remnant of adrenaline still throbbed heavily in my veins.
I focused on my plate, I had no appetite for my favourite steak, and I was unable to meet anyone’s eyes, especially not his.
Daniel’s.
My fingers were trembling, the air felt too thick. I couldn’t breathe, my nostrils hurt, my lungs were burning.
The silence of the large dining room felt like a sound itself, drumming in my ears and making my heart beat faster. And faster, ticking like the grandfather clock on the high wall of the dining room.
Was Daniel going to report me to Daddy? What was Daddy going to think of me if his friend told him about how he walked in on me, my shorts to my ankles, Daddy’s boxers clutched around my pússy and me móaning out his name?
And the worst part? Seeing Daniel on that door, my órgasm had exploded from me, he’d watched me cúm, seen the rush of wetness that trailed down my pússy, my glistening fingers pumping in and out and the way my toes curled around the sheets.
Daniel had stood there watching me behave like the slút of the century. I had wanted to make a point to him. I thought if he could hear me móaning daddy’s name, then he would stop looking at me with those terrifying intense lusty eyes of his.
How foolish I had been, now I was under his mercy. My fate lies on whether he spoke or not.
I could imagine the disappointment in Daddy’s eyes if he knew what his good girl had been doing and it sprang tears to my eyes which I blinked back.
I could feel a stare burning into my head like heated torches, I didn’t have to look to know it was Daniel.
When I lifted my head slightly, I discovered that I was right, his grey eyes were studying me, his face didn’t reveal any emotions, but those eyes, a grey so bright that it seemed like he was blind were watching me thoroughly. My skin prickled with goosebumps, he was not touching me, but I already felt violated, when his eyes dropped to my chest, I felt my nípples tighten in response. It wasn’t aróusal, just fear, I told myself.
I gulped, chewing my food slowly but it got stuck in my throat, I knew he could tell I was nervous, and he was intentionally making it worse by looking at me like this.
“Angel, how is your college application going?” Daddy broke the silence, his deep raspy voice made me squeeze my legs together.
No, I couldn’t be aróused now, not when Daniel was watching me, probably taking in all my reactions.
But daddy was just so hot that I felt myself becoming slick with want anyway, his black sleeves rolled neatly to reveal thickly muscled tattooed forearms.
Two buttons of his crisp black shirt had been left undone, giving me a brief glimpse of a hairy chest. A chest I wanted to bury my face into.
I licked my dry lips and then realized that Daddy was still waiting for an answer while I was staring like some idíot. His eyes were a midnight black, his hair was jet black which he kept shortly trimmed. His nose was strong and straight, and the curve of his jaw could slice diamonds, the stubble of beard on his chin made him sexíer than hell.
Fúck, I was still staring.
I cleared my throat “I picked nearby colleges, but I’m yet to get any feedback,”
Of course, I only picked the closest university choices because I wanted to be as close to him as possible.
“Actually dear, your father and I have something to tell you,” Jillian’s hateful voice spoke for the first time, her manicured red painted nails gripping Daddy’s strong-looking fingers.
I gazed at her to see those red lips stretched in a smile, my stomach clenched with unease, I could already tell that whatever it was that she had to say, I wasn’t going to like it.
“After much thought your father and I came to a decision, we are going to send you abroad to further your education,”
Her words sat like a bomb in my chest. One second. Two seconds. And then it fúcking exploded.
The fork clattered from my hands to the floor, my head snapped from Jillian to daddy who was watching me closely, those midnight black eyes that I used to love were firm with determination as though he already knew how I was going to react and he wasn’t going to change his mind about it.
“I’m not going anywhere!” My voice was high and shrill, echoing in the large dining room.
My chin tilted stubbornly as my eyes snapped to Daniel who was taking a sip of his red wine, his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed.
Was it him?
Was he the one who told Daddy to send me away? I glared at him accusingly until Daddy’s deep voice snapped me out of it.
“Baby girl, I am only thinking the best for you, business has been dangerous these days. I may not be able to protect you all of the time, it’s safer for you to be abroad, didn’t you always want to visit Europe?” Daddy said calmly while I shook my head. If there was anyone who could protect me, it was him. Only him. And now, Europe has turned into the most hateful word in my vocabulary.
“No Daddy, I’m not going anywhere, I’m not schooling abroad, if you want me to go anywhere then you must come with me! You know I don’t like going anywhere without you,” I glared at him with glassy eyes.
Jillian rolled her eyes, grasping Daddy’s arm. “See, I knew she was not going to be reasonable, you’ve spoiled her rotten, now she is being a brat…”
“Jillian, enough!” Daddy cautioned her, Jillian smiled at me again, her eyes filled with malice.
But it was Daddy’s next words that shattered my heart.
“You’re leaving next week, that’s final!” He spoke in that commanding tone that is usually reserved for his subordinates.
To my lovely readers, I see your comments — thank you for sharing what you think. I love you all from the bottom of my dark, twisted, romance-obsessed heart. I know some of you are thinking ‘sequel, sequel, sequel’ I see you. I love you. But I need to be honest with you — I don't have plans to write one immediately or any time soon. This was always Angel's story. A story about a girl who was broken apart by one man and put back together by another. Her story ends where it should — in Daddy's arms, with his heartbeat under her ear, his ring on her finger and their son sleeping a few feet away. As for Daniel… I left that door open on purpose. Some of you are Team Vincent. You want that door between Angel and Daniel sealed shut. I respect that. Daddy earned his girl. He earned every inch of that ending. And some of you — you beautiful, crazy, morally complex readers — felt something when those grey eyes appeared. You read “Hello wife” and your heart did something it shouldn't hav
ANGEL Oops, once again I’d digress from the main topic. Now, without distraction, back to my family. “Who is happy to turn one!” I gathered Evren from his cradle. He blinked up at me with wide eyes framed by lashes so long they touched his cheeks—and then he smiled. I couldn’t help but smile back as his little face scrunched up into that gummy, drooly, smile that turned me into a puddle of useless maternal emotion every single time. I heard Vincent’s footsteps before I saw him. He was dressed in pants now, his chest still bare. He took Evren from my arms. I laughed when Evren immediately grabbed a fistful of chest hair and yanked. “See, payback for depriving him his mother,” I gloated. Vincent winced. “Good morning to you too. Bud,” Together we both readied the star of today’s show for his birthday. Daddy changed him—a process that involved Evren kicking both legs like a furious frog while Vincent wrestled him into the tiny suit. I did his hair—what little of it there
EPILOGUEANGELA year and four months later.Daddy tasted like cream and sin at seven in the morning.I kissed the head of his cock—one last, slow press of my lips—after he’d just emptied his balls into my mouth. His hand was still in my hair, his strong fingers loose now, the grip that had been guiding my head gone slack with the boneless aftermath.I swallowed. Licked my lips, and looked up at him from between his legs with what I knew was a combination of innocent eyes and swollen mouth.“Good morning, Daddy!”He stared down at me with that half-lidded look I’d become addicted to.“Get up here, Angel.”“No,” I smacked my lips, wiping them completely clean, “We have so much to do today Daddy,” I smiled.Here’s what he didn’t know. The blowjob wasn’t generosity—it was all a plan.Because I knew this man. I’d been married to him for over a year now—Mrs. Angel Hale, with his ring on my finger.His last name on every document and his cum still warm in my stomach—and I knew exactly what
ANGEL I woke to soreness. Everything stung. My thighs ached with a deep, satisfying burn. There were hickeys on my neck, my shoulders, and stubble marks on my breasts that I could feel every time I shifted against the sheets. I loved it. Every ache, every sting, every delicious reminder of what we’d done. I could still feel Vincent inside me—a phantom fullness, a pleasant emptiness that throbbed with the memory of being stretched, filled, claimed. My body was no longer just my own. It belonged to him now. Completely. Irrevocably. Morning light streamed through the curtains. Vincent was still sleeping beside me, one arm thrown possessively across my waist even in unconsciousness like he couldn’t bear to let me go, even in dreams. I turned my head to study his face. He looked younger in sleep. More peaceful. The constant tension he carried—the weight of his empire, the darkness that lurked behind his eyes—was smoothed away. In its place was something almost boyish. I reached
ANGEL “Day two.” “Ah! Daddy.” Out. In. Harder. The headboard cracked against the wall. “Day three!” He grunted. “Oh God—” I was fucking going to explode. Each thrust was a detonation—his cock hitting the deepest part of me, his hips slamming against mine, the force of it rocking my whole body up the mattress until my head was bumping the pillows. Out. In. Then he thrust so deep I felt him in my lungs. “And day four.” He bottomed out and stayed. Grinding. Circling his hips while buried to the root, pressing against something deep inside me that turned my vision into a white-hot scream. “Four days. You’re paying for all of them now.” “Daddy—” The word came out as a sob when he thrust deeper, and his response was immediate—his hips stuttering before finding their rhythm again, harder, sharper. “Say it again.” His teeth found my earlobe. “Don’t stop saying it.” “Daddy—Daddy—” Each repetition was rewarded with a thrust that made my spine arch and my vision blur. He was hitting
ANGEL“You want this cock?”“Yes—feed it to my pussy.”“Say that again.”“Please, Daddy. Feed your cock to my hungry wet cunt!”I could feel him grinding against me through his pants. Hard. Hot. Thick. The ridge of him pressing against my bare, swollen folds and the rough drag of his pants fabric was making me lose my mind one slow grind at a time.“Patience, you’ll have all of my cock soon. Every inch.” Daddy said.He wasn’t giving it to me yet?A half-sob caught in my throat. “But I want your cock now,” I whined.He looked at me, his eyes devouring. “When you look like a meal, there’s still a lot of things I want to do.”His mouth wasted no time moving down. Over my ribs. Across the swell of my belly, he pressed kisses into the taut skin—open-mouthed. His lips were warm against the stretched skin, lingering over the places where our baby kicked hardest.He found the faint darker line that divided my stomach. And he traced it with his tongue, following the path from my navel dow
ANGELHe stepped back, hooking his thumbs into the waistband of his sleep pants. He pulled them down slowly.His cock sprang free. Hard. Flushed dark. The head swollen and glistening with a bead of precum that caught the morning light. Heavy. Thick. Curving upward slightly like it was reaching for
ANGELI kissed him back. Tasted him. He growled into my mouth and the kiss turned feral — teeth and tongues and fury. . . Something underneath that was starving.He pressed me further onto the couch and his weight came down on me. His hips landed between my thighs and I felt him — hard, straining,
VINCENT The next morning, I prepared breakfast, grateful for the routine. The eggs were scrambled exactly how she used to like them. The toast cut diagonally. Fresh fruit arranged on the plate. A glass of milk because she needed the calcium. Normal things that a father would do for his daughter.
ANGEL“You won’t do it,” I challenged, sitting up slowly. My shirt had ridden up, exposing the strip of stomach above my shorts. I didn’t fix it. “You’re not like Daddy.”I was using Daniel’s ghost like a blade. “Daddy wouldn’t give warnings like you, he’d have already spread me open with his bare







