All Chapters of Is It Wrong I Want Daddy So Bad? : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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Bitch Ass Vivienne

RavenVivienne is already in the kitchen when I come downstairs and honestly, I should have turned around and gone back to bed the moment I saw her.She is standing at the stove in a silk robe, her hair twisted up perfectly, looking like someone who woke up beautiful without trying.“Good morning,” I say pleasantly, because I’ve been compelled to be nice to this woman against my will.She doesn’t respond, just keeps stirring whatever is in that pan like I said nothing at all, like I am not even standing in the same room as her.I shrug it off. I expected such negative energy. She probably sees me as a threat. Good. She won’t be planning a wedding at all if she knew her dearest soon-to-be husband had kissed me last night.I move to the coffee machine and reach for a mug. I didn’t sleep well last night. I kept thinking about what Roman said before I left his office. He was booking my flight back to London first thing this morning. I don’t know if he actually did it and I don’t know if I

You want Me

RavenHe comes out almost immediately after me.I hear the terrace door open and I don’t turn around. I keep my eyes on the city below and my hands wrapped around my cold coffee and I wait for him to scold me.“We need to talk.”God, his voice. I’ve heard him speak many times and since I became aware of my body, aware of him, his voice always does something to me.How many times have I imagined Roman grunting my name while he tears me apart with his thick cock?He comes to stand beside me at the railing and for a moment neither of us says anything. The city is loud below us and up here it is just the wind and the two of us.“Raven…”I cut him off before he could finish. “I’m not going to apologize to her.” My voice is more defensive than I meant it to be but I can’t help it. Everything about this man puts me on edge. “I didn’t do anything wrong.”He takes a deep breath like he is trying to control himself from snapping. “I booked your flight and then cancelled it. Now I’m starting to

Too Revealing

RomanThe spreadsheet on my desk shows three months of movement across the Harlow Port acquisition and every number on it tells the same story. Someone has been quietly buying up surrounding parcels of land in small, untraceable increments, and I know exactly who it is without looking further.“How is Alexander Kingston?” I say without looking up. “The bastard has been circling the Harlow deal for months.”Caleb, who has been with me for eight years and knows better than to waste my time, leans forward in his chair. “Gerald Cole is assuring us full control of the eastern front. That should keep Kingston off once the wedding is done. The Cole name carries enough weight in that corridor to shut him out completely.”Marcus, newer and sharper than he looks, nods once. “The timeline works in our favor boss. In two weeks, the Cole alliance is official.”Two weeks.The wedding to Vivienne Cole is in less than two weeks. The most unnatural thing I have ever agreed to in my life and I have agr

What Belongs To Him

Raven“I can wear whatever I want.”I say it before he can open his mouth again and I watch something move through his eyes that makes my stomach flip.Roman sets his pen down on the desk. Slowly. The way a man does when he is deciding how much patience he has left.“Excuse me.”“You heard me.” I lift my chin. “I am twenty-two years old. I got dressed this morning the same way I get dressed every morning and I do not need your approval to do it.”He looks at me for a long moment. His gaze travels down my body and back up and the trail it leaves feels like a lit match dragged across my skin. My thighs press together on instinct and I pray he does not notice.He notices.“You walked into my office,” he says, very quietly, “in a dress that barely qualifies as one. In front of men who work for me.”“Men who did not look at me.”“They fucking looked.” The certainty in his voice does something to me—the possessiveness underneath it. My pulse climbs and I tell myself it is irritation.It is

Bad Girls Don’t Get My Cock

RavenRoman’s cock is hard and pressed between my thighs and the contact makes my breath stutter. My pulse is everywhere at once, in my throat, in my fingertips, between my legs where I am embarrassingly, desperately wet.My whole body has narrowed down to the inches between us and the heat radiating off his chest and the way his eyes are moving over my face like he is reading something written there.“You want me to fuck you.” It is not quite a question. His voice is low and unhurried and it moves through me like hot water.“Yes.” I do not hesitate. “Please.”His expression darkens. He expected me to fight it and I am done fighting it. I have been fighting it since the moment I landed back in this city.“You came into my office dressed in this tiny silk dress,” he says, “because you wanted me to notice how fucking good you look in it. You wanted me to lose control. Rip it off you and fuck you senseless.”“God, yes.” My voice comes out wrecked. “I want you. You have no idea how much.”

Raw Need.

RomanWhen I kissed Raven, I called it a moment of weakness and almost felt guilty about it until I almost fucked her on my desk and I stopped lying to myself about what this is.I’m a terrible person because tell me why I should not get the thoughts of ruining Erica’s daughter out of my head.If she could see how filthy my mind gets whenever Raven crosses it, she’d be turning in her grave. But I can’t control what I feel… just like I can’t control what my cock does every damn time.I am hardly paying attention to Vivienne who has been droning on about wedding plans and arrangements for more than forty minutes and it’s beginning to irritate me.Her voice sharpens suddenly as she shifts her attention to her phone. “What do you mean it’s not ready?” she snaps into the speaker. “I ordered that dress three weeks ago. Three weeks! I don’t care about customs delays or shipping complications. I paid you a premium to have my wedding dress delivered from Dubai for fitting and you’re telling me

A Raven Tattoo

Raven “Make me.” The words leave my mouth before I can stop them. Bold. Reckless. Everything I shouldn’t be with this man. But I can’t help myself. Not with him. Not when he looks at me like that. “Get out of the pool,” he says. His voice is rough and commanding and it sends heat pooling between my legs. “No.” I take a step backward into the shallow end. The water laps at my thighs and I feel powerful. In control for once. “I like it here.” “Raven.” A warning. “Roman.” I mimic his tone and watch something dark flash in his eyes. Then I take another step back. The water rises to my waist. “If you want me out, you’ll have to come get me yourself.” I’m daring him and pushing him. Testing exactly how much control he has left. I want him to break. For a long moment, he just stares at me. Then his hands go to the hem of his shirt and he pulls it over his head in one fluid motion. Oh god. The afternoon sun hits his bare chest and I forget how to breathe. I’ve imagine

Bad Idea In Blush Pink

Raven Roman is still on the call when he walks back toward the house. His voice is low and clipped, the tone he uses when something actually needs his attention. I watch him move and try not to feel like I’m disappearing. Then he pauses at the sliding door and turns back to look at me. “I have a meeting.” His eyes drop to the water briefly, then back to my face. “Don’t stay in too long. You know what happens.” He doesn’t wait for a response. The door slides shut behind him and he’s gone. I stare at the space where he was standing. I know what happens when I stay in the water for too long. Every summer growing up he would set a timer on his watch without me ever seeing him do it. Twenty minutes and then his voice would appear from nowhere. ‘Out of the pool, little one. Twenty minutes is enough.’ I never listened. I always stayed longer. And I always woke up the next morning with a stuffed nose and a scratchy throat and Roman sitting on the edge of my bed with tea I didn’t ask for

The Club

Raven The bass is so loud I can feel it in my chest. The club is packed with bodies moving to the rhythm, lights flashing in sync with the beat. I’m sandwiched between Anaya and David in our booth, watching them be disgustingly adorable together. Anaya is perched on David’s lap, her arms draped around his neck. His hands are everywhere. Sliding up her thighs. Gripping her waist. One hand is tangled in her hair while the other cups her ass through her dress. They’re kissing like they’re alone in the room instead of surrounded by hundreds of strangers. “Get a room,” I call out over the music, throwing a napkin at them. Anaya breaks the kiss long enough to flip me off without looking away from David. “We don’t need a room. We fuck in the open.” “Jesus fucking Christ, Anaya.” “What? I’m serious.” She finally pulls away from David and turns to me with flushed cheeks and swollen lips. “We did it one time on the beach. Best fucking feeling ever. The waves, the sand, the risk of

The Stranger

RavenI look up to find a guy standing next to my booth. He’s tall with bright blue hair styled in that messy, deliberately careless way. Tattoos cover both his arms. He’s flanked by two other guys who are clearly with him.“Something like that,” I say, not really in the mood for conversation.“I’m Jared. Friends call me Jay.” He slides into the booth next to me without invitation. Too close. “I couldn’t help but notice you sitting here all alone. A beautiful girl like you shouldn’t be drinking by herself.”“I’m not alone. My friends just stepped away.”“Well, they’re not here now, are they?” His smile is all teeth. “Can I order you another drink? I can see you’re running low.”I glance at my empty glass and then back at him. “Thanks, but I’m fine. I don’t need more. And if I do, I’m sure I can afford one myself.”He looks back at his friends and barks out a laugh. “She said no. She said no to me.” He turns back to me with something harder in his eyes. “When I want something, I get it

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