All Chapters of ALL YOURS, DADDY: Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

Kade’s POV**I was losing the war against myself.Three days in the safehouse with Isla had pushed me to the edge of sanity. I tried to keep distance — leaving food for her, checking on her from the doorway, barking orders like she was just a prisoner. But every time she looked at me with those wide, defiant eyes, every time she bit her lip or shifted her thighs together, my cock throbbed and my wolf howled inside me.She was testing me deliberately.Wearing my shirts that barely covered her ass. “Accidentally” brushing against me in the narrow hallway. Whispering “Kade” in that breathy voice when she thought I wasn’t listening. She knew exactly what she was doing.Tonight, I couldn’t fight it anymore.I stormed into her room after midnight. She was on the bed in nothing but one of my black shirts, legs slightly parted, fingers lazily circling her clit under the fabric. The scent of her arousal hit me like a drug — sweet, feminine, mine.Her eyes flew open when I entered, but she didn

Isla’s POV**The storm outside matched the one raging inside me.Rain hammered against the windows of the remote cabin Kade had taken us to for safety. My father’s men were closing in — we both knew it. The tension had been building for days, a constant, electric hum between us that neither of us could ignore anymore.Kade stood in the doorway of the bedroom, shirtless, water from the rain still dripping down his powerful body. His muscles were tense, chest rising and falling with barely controlled hunger. The tattoos on his torso seemed to shift in the low light, dark ink covering broad shoulders, carved abs, and the deep V leading down to the massive bulge in his pants.He looked at me like a man on the edge of breaking.“Isla,” he said, voice low and rough. “If we do this tonight… there’s no going back. I won’t be gentle. I won’t hold back. I’ll take you completely. Every hole. Every inch. Until you’re marked, bred, and ruined for anyone else.”I was already soaked. My thighs tremb

He lifted me effortlessly, carrying me to the large bed and laying me down gently. Then he stripped slowly, letting me watch every inch of him. His cock sprang free — long, thick, heavily veined, the fat head flushed dark red and leaking a steady stream of precum down the curved shaft. It looked even bigger in the candlelight, the knot at the base already starting to swell with need.He climbed over me, caging me with his powerful arms. His mouth found mine again as he pushed my legs wide open. He took his time — kissing down my body, sucking my nipples until they were swollen and sensitive, biting the soft skin of my breasts, leaving marks I would feel for days.When he finally reached my pussy, he spread me open with his thumbs and licked me slowly... a long, broad drag of his hot tongue from my entrance all the way up to my swollen clit. He groaned against me, the vibration making me jerk.He ate me for a long time. Slow, luxurious licks through my soaked folds, sucking my clit int

Liora’s POV***God, I’m such a filthy fucking slut for this.*The thought burned through my mind like liquid heat as I dropped to my knees on the cold locker room floor, heart pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat. My 19th birthday, and instead of cake, I was surrounded by the raw, masculine scent of sweat, soap, and pure testosterone. The team had just won, and the locker room was thick with celebration — half-naked players, steam rising from the showers, low laughter echoing off the tiles.But my eyes were locked on **Ryker Kane** and **Jax Wilder**.Ryker was the captain — 6’5” of pure muscle, broad shoulders, thick chest glistening with sweat, tattoos snaking down his arms and across his pecs. His dark hair was wet, jaw sharp, eyes dark and dangerous as they raked over me. Jax was leaner but no less lethal — sharp cheekbones, wicked smile, abs carved like they were meant to be licked, his cock already half-hard under the towel.They noticed me the second I walked in with m

Liora’s POVI couldn’t stay away.The locker room was dark and quiet when I slipped back in the next night, heart pounding so hard I could feel it between my legs. The team had left hours ago, but I knew they’d be here — Ryker and Jax. The two men who had used my mouth like a toy on my birthday and left me dripping and desperate for more.I was wearing a short black dress with nothing underneath. My nipples were already hard, brushing against the fabric. My pussy was soaked, lips swollen, clit throbbing with every step I took.The moment I pushed the door open, they were there.Ryker and Jax, shirtless, towels slung low on their hips, muscles gleaming under the dim emergency lights. Ryker’s massive frame, thick chest and arms covered in tattoos. Jax’s leaner, sharper body, that wicked smile already curling his lips.They looked at me like they’d been waiting.“Well, well,” Ryker said, voice low and rough as he stepped closer. “The birthday girl came back for more.”Jax’s eyes raked ove