All Chapters of Is It Wrong I Want Daddy So Bad? : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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Teach Me

Ruining Me

RavenHis hand closed over my wrist and guided it gently away. Then his fingers were there instead, and the difference was immediate — the difference between trying to tickle yourself and someone else doing it. He found my clit with easy, unhurried pressure and I gasped so hard I almost choked on it. “There she is,” he murmured. “Daddy.” “I’ve got you.” He worked in slow, deliberate circles and I grabbed a fistful of sheet with my free hand. “You feel that?” “Yes… God… yes—” “Good girl.” My hips rolled up into his hand without my permission and he let them, adjusting the pressure, reading me in a way I couldn’t read myself. I was already trembling. “You’re so wet,” he said softly, almost to himself. “You’ve been like this all morning, haven’t you? Waking up like this every day and not knowing what to do about it.” “Every day,” I admitted, and it came out like a confession. “That’s okay.” His finger pressed down just slightly and I whimpered. “Daddy’s here now.” Whe

Failed To Show Up

Raven I pull out my phone. Her name is Vivienne Cole. I’d known the name long before Roman ever did, everyone knew Vivienne Cole. She was Miss America at twenty-two, she has the kind of beauty that didn’t seem real, the kind you stared at as a little girl and genuinely wondered if she was a different species of person entirely. Flawless in the specific, infuriating way that looked completely effortless. She’d transitioned from the pageant circuit into acting and spent the last decade collecting award nominations and magazine covers and the devoted attention of everyone who had ever seen her face. I used to watch her films curled up on the couch with mum. I open I*******m and find her page without even having to search for it. 4.2 million followers. The most recent post is a carousel — pre-wedding photos, soft golden light, Roman in a white linen shirt looking exactly the way he always looks, and Vivienne tucked into his side like she was made to be there. Her head thrown back laug

Breathless

Raven In a few minutes, I’ll see Roman again after three years apart, and God help me, I might lose my mind just thinking about it. James drives smoothly and unhurriedly, as if there is no such thing as urgency in the world. I’d forgotten that about him. I’d forgotten a lot of things about Boston until they started appearing outside the window one by one, demanding to be remembered. The city looks the same. Of course it does. Three years feels enormous from the inside and means nothing to a skyline. I press my temple against the cool glass and watch it pass and then my breath catches because there he is, Roman, forty feet tall on a billboard above the intersection, in a dark suit with his arms folded and that controlled expression he wears in every professional photograph. Like a man who has never once been caught off guard by anything. But I know him better. The Roman on that billboard is the one the world gets. Ruthless and composed and completely inaccessible. I know the othe

A Woman

Roman I have been in rooms with presidents. I have negotiated deals that made grown men sweat through their suits. I have buried a woman I loved and kept my composure at her graveside because my daughter needed me to be steady and I was. I am not steady right now. I knew she was coming. I had three weeks to prepare for it. Three weeks from the moment I told my assistant to call her because I couldn’t do it myself. I told myself it was courtesy. I told myself it had nothing to do with needing her back here. I had rehearsed this. I knew exactly who I was going to be when I saw her. And then the elevator opened and she was standing in my corridor being spoken to like she was nobody, everything I had rehearsed went somewhere I couldn’t reach. She was always beautiful. Even at nineteen she was the kind of beautiful that made you look twice and then hate yourself for it. But she was a girl then. Slight and uncertain and looking at me with those eyes that didn’t know yet what they

The Vivienne Cole

Raven“Vivienne is home. You will be nice to her.”That was what he called and told me when I was getting into the car.I am going to meet my soon-to-be stepmother. The irony of this whole situation is almost laughable.I am sitting in the back of this black limousine as James drives me to the penthouse, replaying everything that happened in that office, and the more I replay it the more it stings.I cannot believe Roman treated me like a child.That is what hurts the most. Not the careful distance he put between us or the way he stood at that window with his back to me. It is the fact that even after everything, even after I stood in front of him and told him the truth, he looked at me like I was still nineteen and didn’t know what I was doing.But even at nineteen I knew what I was doing. I knew that I wanted him.I knew exactly what I was asking for when I asked him to teach me how to touch myself. Then he gave me my first real orgasm and I have spent three years touching myself ev

Kiss Me, Roman

RavenI find leftover pasta in the fridge and heat it up and sit at the kitchen counter with my phone and a cup of coffee and try to feel normal. It is not working but I am trying.I am scrolling through nothing in particular when I hear the elevator open.I already know who it is.I keep my eyes on my phone.His footsteps cross the living room and then he is in the kitchen doorway and I look up and the sight of him after a full day apart hits me the same way it did in his office. Like something I was not prepared for no matter how much I thought I was.He has loosened his tie. His jacket is over one arm and the top two buttons of his shirt are open and my eyes go straight to the strip of his chest showing there before I can stop them. The body of this man. He is so sexy. Even now. Even after everything. My belly pulls with a heat I have no business feeling.I look back at my phone, choosing to ignore him.“How are you settling in?” he asks.“Great.” I take a sip of my coffee. “Except

Gossip Mate

RavenI spent the entire evening cleaning the guest bedroom and putting things in their proper place.This should be the cleaners' work, but I needed something to distract me from thinking too much about this whole situation.I tuck in the last side of the bed sheet and stand back to look at the work I have done and nod in satisfaction.Someone knocks and I say, “The door is open.”The door pushes open and Anaya comes in holding a bottle of champagne above her head. “A bottle to welcome the queen.” She flashes it dramatically before pulling me into a hug.“Anaya,” I say her name with so much relief. “You have no idea how happy I am that you are here.”She pulls her head back and looks at my face properly. “I know bitch. Duh, it’s me.” She pulls away and sets the bottle on the desk, her curly hair wild around her face, and her eyes are already scanning the room.“Hold on.” She looks around slowly. “Why are your things in here?” She does not wait for an answer. “When your butler brought

Watch Me Fuck Myself.

RavenThe penthouse is quiet.Anaya left an hour ago after we finished the pizza and talked about everything and nothing and she hugged me at the door for a long time without saying anything which is how I know she is more worried about me than she lets on.I try to sleep. I lie in the guest bed and stare at the ceiling and listen to the quiet and my brain will not stop.I get up.Roman’s home office is at the end of the hall on the upper floor. I know this house better than I know anything. I know which floorboards creak and which door handles stick and I know that the light under his office door means he is still awake because Roman Bellerie does not sleep before midnight on a good day.The light is there.I stand outside his door in my silk nightdress, the thin white one that falls to mid thigh, and I knock once and push it open before he can tell me not to come in.He is behind his desk with his laptop open and his reading glasses on and his shirt sleeves rolled to his elbows and

A Seductress

Roman“No.” She sits up straight and holds my gaze and there is nothing uncertain about her. “I am not going anywhere. I am not a child anymore and you cannot keep sending me away every time this gets too real for you.”I lean back in my chair and look at her and I am doing everything I know how to do to keep this controlled and it is not working the way it should because she is sitting across from me with her thighs still slightly apart and her cheeks still flushed and I can see from here how wet she made that chair and my cock has been hard since the moment she slid her hand under that nightdress and has not stopped.I should have stopped her.The truth is I could have stopped her and I didn’t. I told her to stop and I didn’t mean it. I stood behind that desk and watched her fuck herself with my name on her lips and I did nothing because deep down some sick twisted part of me did not want her to stop.I wanted to watch every second of it. Wanted to see her fall apart in that chair a

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