Lust For Me, Daddy's Good Girl novel Chapter 62

Bold of you to look at my woman, young man

Violet

What will you do, Violet?

What will you do when you realize the man who had you pinned against the bathroom wall, the man who made you moan shamelessly, is none other than your ex–boyfriend’s father?

Will you laugh it off, pretend to be indifferent, after all, it was just sex. Just a body pressed into another, nothing more. And it’s not like Matthew mattered anymore. He wasn’t even his blood father. And Matthew was a sorry excuse of a boyfriend, someone I should’ve walked away from much earlier.

Or…

Will you get angry? Because no matter how I tried to spin it, the truth was I had no idea who Hades Sinclair really was. But he knew I was his son’s girlfriend. And still, he fucked me senseless every chance he got.

He even had the audacity to look me straight in the eye and tell me I wasn’t going anywhere.

So what then? Did he expect me to stay? To just accept it, like this wasn’t the most twisted thing that had ever happened to me?

I couldn’t move. I just stood there, the pieces of everything finally clicking together in my head, the puzzle I’d been too blind, or maybe too distracted, to solve.

I knew him. I’d seen his face before. I’d heard his name. It had always lingered at the back of my mind. When he first told me his name, there was a tug of recognition, but it never clicked. When I saw his face that night, I knew he was familiar. But again, I ignored it. I didn’t want to think too hard. This man had me on my knees, making me forget everything.

And as I stood there, flushed against the devil himself, I thought about all the different ways I could react.

Should I run, even though I knew he’d catch me?

Should I cry, mourning my own bad luck like some tragic heroine?

Or should I accept the truth that there was no longer a way out?

Matthew’s eyes landed on Hades, before they flicked to me. “Who is she?”

I flinched. My throat closed up, my heart dropping straight to my stomach. He didn’t know but God, if he ever found out it was me behind the mask, the one pressed against his father, the one who had been letting him touch. me in ways Matthew never could, I didn’t even want to imagine his reaction.

Before I could open my mouth, Hades‘ hand tightened on my waist, his presence looming over me like a possessive bodyguard. He tilted his head lazily, lips curving into a smirk.

“Bold of you to look at my woman, young man.” Hades drawled.

My woman.

I almost choked. His woman? Did he really have to say that here, in front of Matthew of all people?

I galnced at Matthew and froze. He stiffened like someone had dumped ice water down his back, before looking down.“I–I apologize, sir.”

My lips parted.

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Matthew. Apologizing. To anyone.

It didn’t make sense. This was the same Matthew who carried himself as if the world should bow at his feet. The same Matthew who could dismantle businessmen twice his age with nothing more than a look and a few cold words. Yet here he was, looking like a frightened puppy. And the reason was Hades.

I didn’t even know what to think. My chest ached with a strange mix of disbelief and unease. Before Matthew could say anything else, a soft voice chimed in.

“Hello.”

My eyes snapped toward the sound, landing on Nora.

Her delicate figure stepped forward, wide eyes gleaming with innocence. That perfect smile of hers made people want to protect her. I watched the way she looked at Hades and Roman, her charm sweet enough to melt anyone.

And the worst part was that it always worked.

Men always fell for it. Nora never had to raise her voice or demand a thing, her fragility did all the work. She was beautiful, small, delicate, the kind of woman men wanted to fight wars for.

I, on the other hand, was the independent one. The one who carried myself like I didn’t need saving. Standing next to Nora, it only highlighted the differences. Matthew was always so protective of her, and now I finally understood why. She knew how to make men feel needed.

Nora’s lips curved a little more as she said, “I’m Nora. Matthew’s girlfriend,”

I blinked. My brain stuttered over the words.

Matthew’s… what?

My wide eyes darted to Matthew, but his face was unreadable.

I couldn’t even bring myself to be angry at him. What right did I have? Dating someone I hated was still better than sleeping with his father. If anything, I should have been the last person in the world to judge Matthew.

Honestly, I didn’t care, it wasn’t jealousy, I was just surprised. Matthew wasn’t the type to jump into relationships like that. And with Nora? That was the part that made no sense.

His grandfather would never approve. I’d only met the old man once, but it was enough. He was strict, cold, and terrifying. The only reason he ever tolerated me with Matthew was because of my father. They’d known each other before my dad died, and out of respect, he didn’t mind me. But Nora was an orphan with no name, and ties.

I always thought if he ever kept her around, it would be as a mistress. Someone tucked away in the dark while he paraded a wealthy wife in public.

I shook my head. It wasn’t my business anymore. I had far bigger problems to worry about than Matthew’s love life.

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