Lust For Me, Daddy's Good Girl novel Chapter 111

Chapter 111

Violet

I had a dream. But this time, it wasn’t about my family. It wasn’t one of those harmless, sentimental dreams that left me waking up teary or nostalgic. No, this one was shamefully different.

Because this time, my body was trembling, the sheets clinging to my skin. My pulse was racing like I’d just run miles, and heat was pooling low in my stomach. It took me a moment to realize what had happened.

A wet dream.

What twenty-four-year-old woman has a wet dream? you might ask. I had no answer. And this wasn’t even the first time.

I wasn’t some hormonal teenager, discovering her body for the first time. I’d always thought sex was fleeting, a passing, physical craving. It feels good for a moment, and then it’s gone, leaving you as you were. I never understood how anyone could become obsessed with it, how it could consume someone entirely.

I wasn’t the sex-crazed type. I could go months, hell, years, without even thinking about it. I used to think desire was overrated, that it was just one of those human weaknesses I didn’t need to indulge.

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That’s how I used to see it, until Hades Sinclair, my boyfriend’s adoptive father, walked into my life and ruthlessly rewired everything I thought I knew about desire.

He made me realize sex wasn’t fleeting. It wasn’t something you forgot once it was over. It stayed with you, lingering beneath your skin. The moment he touched me, everything changed. My body changed. It was as if something deep within me had been awakened, something I hadn’t even known existed. The way he looked at me, the way his hands found every sensitive place, the way he thrust into me, every nerve he’d stirred refused to fall silent again.

And now, even in sleep, I couldn’t escape him.

In my dream, I could feel him again, the weight of his body pressing me into the sheets, the slow drag of him sinking deep inside me, the heat of his breath ghosting over my neck. And then came the sound that unraveled me completely, his rough voice, whispering my name.

“Violet…”

I woke with a gasp, my heart hammering against my ribs, breath coming in quick, shallow bursts.

What was happening to me?

Since when did I become the kind of woman who dreamed about a man like Hades Sinclair, again?

Hades Sinclair had done something to me.

And I didn’t know how to undo it.

The morning sun crept across my face, I groaned quietly, lifting a hand to shield my eyes. I was about to roll over when a firm hand slid around my waist, pulling me back against a solid chest.

I froze.

The arm tightened around me, possessive, the heat of his body pressing along my spine. A small gasp slipped past my lips before I even realized it. I didn’t need to turn, there was only one person who could hold me like this, only one whose touch I could recognize even in the dark. And when his familiar scent wrapped around me, my suspicion was confirmed.

Hades leaned in, his breath brushing over my skin just before his teeth grazed my neck. A helpless moan escaped me as I felt something deep inside me.

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Chapter 111

Oh my God! What was that?

My whole body went rigid, eyes flying open.

“Hades,” I breathed, my voice barely there.

He chuckled, low and sinful, his lips ghosting over my ear. “Easy, princess. You can’t keep moving like that when my cock’s still buried inside you.”

I blinked, stunned. “W-what?”

He only hummed in response, the vibration rumbling against my back. And that’s when I realized the steady pulse deep inside me, leaving me aching.

It wasn’t a dream.

His cock was still inside me.

All night!

My first instinct was to pull away, but the second I even tried to move, a sharp ache bloomed low in my stomach, melting into a wave of pleasure that made my body tighten. “Mmm…ah-”

Hades’ curse came out rough against my ear. “Shit, Violet… don’t move. You’ll make me lose it.”

I bit down on my lower lip, trying to breathe, but my body wasn’t listening. Every small movement sent sparks shooting through me, lighting up nerves that were already too sensitive. I was trembling under the blanket, drenched and overstimulated, my clit throbbing with every slow pulse of him still inside me.

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I had no idea why he hadn’t pulled out last night. I’d been so tired, and dazed to even think straight, and I’d just assumed he would. But apparently not.

And now, I couldn’t even process the fact that I’d actually slept like this, comfortably wrapped around him all night.

He was still buried so deep I could feel him pressing against the base of my stomach. The sensation made my breath catch, my fingers curling against the sheets as another shiver ran through me.

“Hades… please, pull out,” I murmured, struggling to keep control. It was early, and my body still ached from last night.

I could feel his smirk without even seeing it. A second later, his teeth grazed the shell of my ear, and a sharp gasp tore from me as I clutched the sheets tighter

“Pull out?” He purred, his tone rough enough to send a shiver straight down my spine. “After I’ve been buried inside you all night, you really think I’d just pull out? Don’t you owe me an apology?”

My brows knit in confusion, my mind still foggy from sleep and the intoxicating warmth of him inside me. “W-what… apology?”

He chuckled, before his tongue flicked over the edge of my ear. “For your dream,” he whispered.

I went still and the shock made my body tighten involuntarily around him. The reaction was instant. My moan tangled with

groan, the air between us hot.

his

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