All Chapters of Daddy’s Sinful Pleasure: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

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Your taste is so addicting 🔞

ZOE’S POV My body was present but my mind had transcended into an euphoric space. Julian's tongue was relentless, delving into me with a hunger that made my entire body ignite. Oh God. The way he sucked on my clit, pulling it between his lips with just the right pressure sent shockwaves through me, my pussy clenching as wetness spilled out of me. I'd never felt anything like this before, not with anyone else. His mouth was hot and wet, lapping at my folds like I was the sweetest treat he'd ever tasted, and every flick made my thighs quake against his shoulders. I tried to hold still, but I couldn't. It was too much, too good. ”You taste so good,” he growled against me, the vibration making me cry out. “So wet for me, Kitten. So responsive. I can’t get enough.” I moaned, the sound ripping from my throat unbidden, my back arching off the table. There were a lot of things I had come to learn about Julian, and one was that he really loved eating me

I made some investments

ZOE’S POV The night air hit me the second I stepped out of the building, cool against my skin making me shiver. I tightened my grip on my bag as I walked, my heels clicking softly against the pavement as I headed to my car. The office building was deserted, with everyone having headed home, while the security men lingered. I got into my car and turned onto the road. The city lights blurred past the window as the car moved, but I barely noticed any of it. My body still hummed with aftershocks, every shift in my seat reminding me of what had happened some minutes ago—Julian’s desk, his hands, the way he’d looked at me with so much hunger and possession. Heat crept up my neck and I shook my head to dispel the nasty images. That man was dangerous. A small smile tugged at my lips despite myself as I pulled into my driveway, but it faded just as quickly when my phone buzzed in my bag. I pulled it out, the ID flashing across the screen. Dad. My brows pulled together sli

Welcome to the game

JULIAN’S POV “Guess who is running for Mayor?” “Who?” Aaron’s voice came through the line, slightly strained. He was probably at the gym. I let the silence sit for a second, my gaze fixed on the city below. Three months ago, I would have laughed at the idea. “Me.” I took a slow sip of whiskey, watching the city stretch out beneath me as I waited for his response. “Who are you and what have you done to my friend?” he finally asked. A faint smirk tugged at my lips. “It isn't a joke.” “It should be,” he shot back. “Because the last time someone brought this up, you told them you’d rather set your company on fire than sit in a room full of politicians pretending to care about people.” “I remember.” “And now you’re running?” he pressed. “Just like that?” “It’s not ‘just like that.’” “Then explain it to me.” Because I could. Simple. “I’ve been thinking about it,” I said instead. Aaron huffed out a breath. “That’s not an explanation, Julian. That’s a defle

A means to an end

ZOE’S POV I still felt guilty for how I had told my parents to marry Talia off instead which was the reason I was currently standing on the front door even though I had vowed never to return. My sister and I may not have the best relationship but no one deserves to have their free will taken away… And no matter how much she irritated me…she was still my sister. I pushed open the front door without knocking. “Hello?” I called out, my voice echoing faintly through the quiet house. There was no response. That was odd, the lights were on, and the doors weren’t locked. Someone had to be home. “Talia?” I tried again, stepping further inside. Still nothing. A frown creased my brows as I slipped off my heels and set them by the door, my footsteps quieter now as I moved deeper into the house. The silence felt… off.

Get your act together

MADISON’S POV I watched in disgust as Liam emptied yet another bottle of whiskey. My eyes drifted to the clock, it was barely past 9am. “Let me guess, you’re going to spend the entire day drinking again.” He gave me a deathly glare. “What is it to you?” “Because I’m the one who has to deal with your mood swings when the drinking starts and I’d rather not spend my day doing that.” He scoffed as he took another swig straight from a fresh bottle whilst scrolling through his phone. “Mind your own business.” “Speaking of business, shouldn’t you be at work by now?” “I called in sick.” I mentally face-palmed myself. Oh for the love of God. “Keep that up and you’ll be thrown out of this house when you can't afford the bills anymore.” He ignored me and continued scrolling on his phone, stopping when he got to a video whose audio I had heard countless times in the last week. It was the Video of Zoe giving a speech after being called on stage by her boss Julian. “Go

Discussing my personal life publicly

JULIAN’S POV “So the campaign kicks off in NYC then we move over to New Jersey, Pennsylvania, Connecticut, Delaware, Massachusetts, and lastly Oregon.” I listened quietly as one of Elijah Burke’s campaign strategists spoke, her manicured fingers tapping against the digital board displaying maps, schedules, projections, and polling data. The conference room was abuzz with energy. Half the people seated around the long black table had built political careers out of destroying opponents before they even realized they were in danger. There were Media consultants, campaign managers, financial strategists, and public image experts. Only the best in the game and now they work for me. “The NYC launch has to be flawless,” Elijah said smoothly from across the table. “First impressions matter more than anything else in politics.” Aaron, who sat two seats away from me, leaned back lazily in his chair. “Everything in politics sounds exhausting.” “It is,” one of the women mutte

You're not a pawn

JULIAN’S POV I stared at the reports spread across my desk, irritation simmering beneath my skin. Aaron and the rest of the campaign team had left hours ago. Maureen had also left for home a few minutes ago, after informing me that another venue had been canceled in Connecticut. Another “anonymous source” was feeding information to the press before my campaign even officially launched. And whoever was behind it knew exactly how to apply pressure without leaving obvious fingerprints. I let out an exasperated sigh as I skimmed through another email from one of the campaign coordinators. This was no longer a political competition. Someone was actively trying to destabilize me before I could even gain momentum. A frantic knock interrupted my thoughts. I barely looked up before calling out. “Not now.” The door opened anyway. Normally

That explains the sabotage

JULIAN’S POV The loud crack of Aaron’s golf club echoed across the quiet course as the ball soared cleanly through the morning air. “Damn,” he muttered, lowering the club. “That one felt good.” I barely looked up from where I stood near the golf cart, adjusting my glove. “You say that every time.” “Because I’m talented.” I snorted“You’re mediocre at best.” Aaron scoffed. “And yet somehow I’m still beating you.” “You’ve been keeping score?” I asked dryly. “Obviously.” A faint smirk tugged at my mouth as I stepped forward and positioned myself for my shot. The cool Thursday morning air helped clear my head slightly, but not enough. Not with everything currently happening. I swung smoothly. The ball flew across the green with precision before landing farther than Aaron’s had. His face twisted immediately. “I hate you.” “That is talent,” I replied calmly. Aaron rolled his eyes before grabbing another ball. “You’ve been in a weird mood all morning.” I di

Your role in the family

ZOE’S POV The office felt unusually quiet. Or maybe it only felt that way because my mind wouldn’t stop spinning. Across the hall, Julian had been locked in meetings with his PR and legal teams for most of the morning. People had been moving in and out of the executive floor for hours. Normally I would’ve been involved in some capacity, but after everything that had happened this week, I was grateful for the distance. At least it gave me time to think. Or overthink. I stared blankly at the spreadsheet open on my monitor, reading the same line for what had to be the fifth time without actually processing a single word. My phone sat beside my keyboard. For the third time in ten minutes, I picked it up. Still nothing. I opened my messages and stared at the conversation with Talia. Me:  This isn’t fair, Talia. Dad can’t just decide who we marry because it’s convenient for him. I know we don’t always get along but surely you see how messed up this is. The typi

Something to lose

ZOE’S POV Almost twenty minutes later we sat side by side on one of the salon couches. I had cried so much my head hurt. Lani handed me another tissue. “You good now?” I blew my nose.“This is humiliating.” “It really isn’t.” “No.”I turned my phone toward her.“Read the comments.” She took it and her expression darkened immediately. The longer she scrolled, the angrier she looked. “Oh, absolutely not.” “What?” She kept reading then finally locked the screen. “They’re miserable.” I laughed weakly.“They seem pretty convinced.” “They don’t know you.” “It still hurts.”I stared at the floor. Lani sighed. Then gently took my hand. “Talk to me. Tell me everything.” So I did. I told her about the dinner with my parents, the marriage pressure, and my father's betrayal, and now this article. By the time I finished talking, my throat hurt. Lani sat quietly for several seconds. Then she picked up my phone. “What are you doing?” “Fixing something.” She opened

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