All Chapters of Daddies And Their Naughty Angel: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

ANGEL“It was easier for me to love Daddy,” I said, purposely using the name that always made Daniel’s jaw clench, “He wasn’t as crafty as you. He gave up his life trying to save me, and that makes me love him even more.” I paused, letting the words sink in. “If only he was alive. He’d definitely get me away from here sooner or later. How long do you think you’d be able to keep me if Daddy was alive, Daniel? A week? A month before he burned this place to the ground with you inside it?”There.I watched the shift happen in real time, Daniel’s entire demeanor changing in an instant. His eyes hardened into chips of grey ice, the lazy amusement vanishing, turning his features into something genuinely terrifying.Real anger. Dark jealousy. The kind that burned hot enough to consume everything in its path.And that told me everything I needed to know.If Daddy was truly dead, he would have responded with that cocky arrogance of his. He wouldn’t waste a single second before rubbing it in my

ANGEL The rhythm of him sliding past my lips, the weight of him on my tongue, the sounds he was making—it was doing something to me. Something I didn’t want. Something I couldn’t control. I squeezed my thighs together, trying to ease the pressure, trying to ignore the slick heat gathering there. But the movement only made it worse, only drew attention to how wet I was getting from this. From him. From being on my knees with his cock in my throat like a trained little whore. A sound escaped, one that made him stutter in his rhythm and look down at me with surprise. His eyes dropped to where my thighs were pressed together, then back up to my face. A slow, wicked smile spread across his features. “See, this is what you fucking enjoy, I bet you’re fucking drenched, are you going to cum from just sucking my cock? Me using your throat like a whore?” He pulled back just enough to let me speak, “Isn’t that what you wanted?” My voice was breathy, nothing like my usual venom. “Me b

DANIEL “Terms?” I chuckled so hard I nearly choked on my coffee. “There are no terms, old friend. Look at the board. I have your queen. And you’re out there somewhere, licking your wounds, jerking off to memories of a girl who’s currently sleeping in my bed with my cum dried on her pretty face.” “Daniel—” “Here’s the situation, Vincent. I hold all the cards. Every single one. Your precious Angel is mine now—taking my cock, swallowing my cum, loving every second of it. And there’s not a goddamn thing you can do about it.” “Tell me what you want.” “What I want?” I pretended to consider the question, “Right now, what I want is to punish my naughty little kitten for playing tricks with phones.” “If you touch her—” “I’m going to do a lot more than touch her.” I said darkly, “I’m going to remind her who owns her. And then—” I paused for effect, grinning into the phone. “Then I might send you a video. Something to jerk off to while you’re lying awake at night, imagining all the ways I’

ANGELSomething crazy gleamed in his eyes, and then he was laughing.Manically. “You think I’m going to watch your belly swell with his child? Watch you give birth to a piece of Vincent while I stand by and do nothing?”“Please—”“No.” He shook his head slowly, and the smile spread even wider across his face, turning my blood to ice. “No, Angel. That’s not how this works. That thing inside you isn’t a baby. It’s a parasite. It’s an infection. It’s Vincent’s last pathetic attempt to claim what’s mine.”His free hand moved down my body. Over my breast. Down my stomach. Coming to rest on the small swell below my navel.He pressed down. Just hard enough to hurt.“And I’m going to cut it out of you.”The words didn’t register at first. They were too insane, too monstrous beyond anything I’d prepared myself for.“No.” My eyes searched his face frantically, “No, Daniel, please—you can’t—”“I can’t?” He laughed again, the sound devoid of humanity. “I can do whatever I want, little girl. You’r

ANGEL Outside the private ward, the corridor stretched ahead. Long, white and gleaming. My bare feet slapped against polished floors, my paper gown flapping behind me. There was no staff. When we’d come in, there had been two doctors, male and female, and that bitchy nurse. Where were they? One was with Daniel, I presumed, and the other had conducted the test. Right now, she was probably setting up the instruments for the procedure. The instruments they were going to use to kill my baby. My heart thumped with fear that chilled my bones, but I forced my legs to move faster. If only I could get outside. Find a car. Find a phone. Emergency exit. There had to be one. Every building had them, it was the law— Locked. I slammed into the door and it didn’t move. A keypad blinked red, demanding a code I didn’t have. No. This couldn’t be happening! I spun and started trying other doors. Yanking handles, throwing my weight against them desperately. Supply closet. Locked. Empty office