All Chapters of I Let His Daddy Ruin Me: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

TWO DAYS LATER: Elena’s hands trembled as she fastened the clasp of her necklace. She stared at her reflection in the mirror. She looked pale and exhausted, like her body still carried the memory of two nights ago. The truth is, it did. Her thighs ached faintly, a fading bruise still marked on her waist where his grip had been too tight, and her skin still felt hypersensitive of his every touch. No matter how many showers she took or how hard she scrubbed her skin, the memories clung to her. Every time she closed her eyes, they returned without mercy. She hated herself for it, hated that guilt sat heavier in her chest and hated even more that forgetting wasn't as easy as she'd hoped it would be. Tonight made everything worse. She wasn't just seeing Adrian. She had to stand beside him, smile at his family, and pretend nothing had changed. Pretend she was still the faithful woman he'd asked to marry him. Elena drew in a slow breath, forced a smile into place, and walked downstair

Elena told herself she wouldn’t go back to the Dimitri estate a week later. She promised herself she would find excuses, keep her distance, bury the memory of Roth’s mouth on hers, and the feel of his body pressed against her. But by Wednesday evening, she was there again, Adrian tugging her along for another casual dinner with his father.Adrian excused himself after dinner to make a call, distracted, muttering about some deal he was trying to salvage. Elena lingered in the garden, trying to breathe. The night air was cool, the fountain’s trickle soft, and for a moment, she thought she’d be safe out there, surrounded by roses and silence while father and son have their private moment. Then she heard his voice. “You always run to the dark corners.” Roth stepped out of the shadows as if he had been waiting for her. His suit jacket was gone, his shirt sleeves rolled, his throat bare and strong. His eyes didn’t flinch away like Adrian’s always did. No. Roth stared as though she belonge

The morning feels wrong from the start. Sunlight cuts through the curtains, and Elena lies in bed with a dry throat, her body aching in places she can’t admit. Whiskey sits bitter on her tongue, but that isn’t what makes her sick. It’s the echo of Roth’s voice in her head. The words he poured against her ear in the dark kitchen, the weight of his body pressed close, the way her legs parted before she even thought of closing them. She drags herself up, guilt clinging like sweat. Adrian is already gone. His side of the bed is cold, he must have left early for meetings. Relief stings. If he had looked too closely at her face this morning, he would’ve seen something. Something she couldn’t explain. In the mirror, her skin is flushed, lips raw from teeth she doesn’t remember biting. She scrubs at her mouth until it hurts, then forces herself into a silk blouse and skirt, armor for the day. The estate is quiet when she steps downstairs. Staff move softly, the clink of dishes from th

Elena stared at Adrian's message for what felt like the hundredth time, reading the same words over and over without typing a reply. Her thumb hovered over the screen. The invitation was simple enough. He wanted her to get ready because his father had invited them to dinner outing. Her stomach tightened. For the past week, she'd done everything she could to avoid Roth Dimitri. She made excuses whenever she thought he might be around, left rooms before he entered, and kept conversations with Adrian short whenever his father became the topic. She had convinced herself that distance would help her forget. It hadn't. If anything, the memories had only become harder to silence. They slipped into her thoughts at the worst possible moments, leaving her cunt throbbing at the thought of him and her nipples harden when his words stirred in her brain. No matter how fiercely she fought them, they refused to stop. She closed her eyes and rubbed a hand across her forehead. She didn't want to

Adrian glanced at her briefly, smiling. “You listening to me, baby?” Elena forced a nod, her voice a whisper. “Yeah baby, just tired.” But Roth’s grin deepened, cruel and knowing. His hand worked harder, slipping lower, a finger sliding inside her cunt, slow and deep. Her body clenched around him, wet and tight, and he groaned under his breath like she was the sweetest sin he’d ever tasted. “God, you grip me like you were made for this,” he whispered. “You’re dripping down my hand, Elena. Look at you, so needy for my cock while your fiancé sits right next to you.” Her cheeks burned and her legs shook. She wanted to push him away and tell him to stop but her hips betrayed her, tilting, pressing into every thrust of his fingers. He curved them, finding that spot inside her that made her vision blur and her thighs tremble. “Roth,” she mouthed, desperate, pleading. His thumb pressed against her clit, ruthless circles that had her biting down on her lip so hard she tasted blood.