All Chapters of SIN:BATION — 20 DADDIES SECRET: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

The room was heavy with the scent of old secrets and the sudden, electric heat of our bodies. The kiss was like a dam breaking. Ford didn't just kiss me; he consumed me. His hands, rough and calloused from years of military service, found the hem of my shirt and pulled it upward. I helped him, my arms shaking as the fabric vanished. He pushed me back on the bed. I fell onto the soft mattress, and he was over me instantly. He made quick work of my jeans, tugging them down my legs with a desperate speed. Then, he stood back for just a second to strip off his own pants. I lay there, my chest heaving, watching him. He was a mountain of muscle, his skin tight and scarred. When he was finally bare, my eyes went straight to the silver glint at the base of his shaft. The piercing. The silver barbell piercing straight through the head of his cock. It caught the light, looking wicked and dangerous. I remembered the first time he got it; he said it was for me, a secret weapon designed to hit

I woke up with a jolt, my heart hammering against my ribs. For a terrifying second, I thought I was still in the guest room. I expected to feel the weight of Ford’s heavy limbs over me and the scent of our sin thick in the air. I looked around, blinking in the dim light. I was in my own bed. I was dressed in a clean nightgown. Ford must have carried me here. Outside the window, the sun had already set. I had slept through the afternoon. I stood up, my legs feeling shaky and weak. Between my thighs, there was a dull, pulsing ache—a physical reminder of the way Ford had just claimed me. Every step I took toward the kitchen felt like a betrayal. I reached the doorway and stopped. The scene was so domestic, so normal, it made me want to hang. Owen was at the stove, humming a low tune as he stirred a pot of soup. At the table, doing a perfect husband duties. Ford was sitting with the kids. He was helping our youngest with a spoonful of peas, looking for all the world like a devoted

I froze, my back glued to the wet tiles. The steam in the bathroom felt like it was choking me. Ford was still buried deep inside me, his thick length pulsing with every heavy beat of his heart. The silence in the room was only broken by the splashing water, but outside the door, the world was crashing in. "Dani? Open the door, baby. I left my shaving kit and toothbrush in there. I need to get ready for bed," Owen said, his voice muffled but close. Too close. I looked at Ford, my eyes wide with panic. I leaned in, my lips brushing his ear as I whispered, "Ford, stop. We’ve been caught. He’s right there. Please, pull out." But Ford didn't pull out. He gripped my hips tighter, his knuckles turning white. A dark, wicked smirk played on his lips. "Tell him it’s not here," he breathed, his voice a low vibration that traveled straight to my core. "Tell him to go away, Dani. Tell him you’re busy riding his older brother’s big cock." "Ford, shut up!" I hissed. Just as I tried to speak t

I didn't answer. I walked toward the bed, my heart in my throat. I felt bold. I felt crazy. But I wanted him. I crawled onto the mattress and climbed right over him. He was lying there, naked under the thin blanket, just like I knew he would be. I could feel the heat radiating off his skin. "Why are you hiding from me?" I whispered, my voice trembling as I settled my weight on his lap. Ford let out a low, dark laugh. The sound vibrated through my thighs. "I’m not hiding, Dani. I’ve just been busy. A man has to get his head straight after a week like the one I've had." His voice was thick with sleep, but it oozed a raw, sexy confidence. His large hands moved to my waist, his fingers digging into my skin. "But you didn't answer me. What are you doing here at midnight? Wearing... this?" He squeezed my ass. "I just came to see how my brother-in-law was doing," I said, tilting my head. "Owen said you were stressed. I thought you might need some... company." "Company?" Ford pulled me

"You said... you said to bring her here for you, Boss!" another man stammered. BANG. He shot the second man in the leg too. "Again," the Boss said. "What did I say?" The third man was crying now. "I know! I know! You said we should bring her carefully! You said... without a single scratch!" The Boss nodded slowly. He stood up. He walked toward me. His shoes made a slow, steady clicking sound on the floor. Every step made my heart beat faster. He stopped right in front of me. He looked at my bruised face. He looked at the blood on my clothes. "What is this?" he asked, his voice dropping to a jagged growl. "Why is she looking like this?" "She fought us, Boss! She wouldn't come quietly!" they cried out. He knelt down in front of me. He was so close I could smell his expensive cologne. He reached out and placed his hand on my cheek. I trembled, but his touch was surprisingly warm. He placed his thumb over my lip, gently brushing the blood away. "That's not an excuse," he said to