Daddies Taste Better

⚠️Book Contains Explicit Content🔞

Gage didn’t make a habit of denying himself anything.

If he wanted something… anything, he’d claw his way to get it, consequences be damned.

But her? Thea?

She was the only goddamn exception.

Off-limits. Untouchable. A tempting little toy he had no right to shatter, yet that only made him itch to wrap his hands around her and play until she begged.

For months, he’d fought the urge, keeping his distance but fate, the-smug-bastard, threw her to him and he, being the despicable-asshole he was, couldn’t say no.

She’d walked into his life on his son’s arm, but that wasn’t an issue.

Because he’d take her anyway.

Steal her. Ruin her for anyone else. And keep her pinned beneath him for as long as it took to satisfy the hunger that’d been gnawing at him for months. 

THEA

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I kept hoping my boyfriend would look at me. Just once. Just enough to feel like I still mattered.

But he never did.

So I went looking for attention elsewhere… and somehow, “elsewhere” turned out to be his father.

Gage.

The man I should’ve stayed the hell away from.

Gage wasn’t gentle, and he sure wasn’t safe, but he saw me and looked at me the way his son never did. And the moment I stepped toward him instead of away, I knew I’d crossed a line I couldn’t come back from.

It was wrong. Forbidden. A disaster begging to happen.

And yet… standing there in front of him, lonely and stupidly hopeful, I lean into the warmth he gave so easily, the attention he offered like it cost him nothing.

I should’ve walked away.

But I didn’t.

And neither did he.

: BREATH or DIE

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“Are you trying to fucking kill me?” Noah yelled at his friend after they’d held his head underwater a little too long.

“What the hell!” he snapped, but the curse didn’t stop laughter from bubbling out of him.

And somehow that laugh was contagious enough to pull a smile onto my lips.

Yeah, for some reason, I always loved watching him in water.

There was something freeing about the way he moved there, like the world couldn't touch him as long as his feet were off the ground.

Today was one of those rare days when that version of him showed up again.

Sunlight glazed over his shoulders as he dove under, resurfacing with a grin I hadn’t seen in what felt like weeks. His laughter carried across the pool, mixing with the splash of water and clinking of ice from the drink he’d balanced on the edge earlier.

It made my chest loosen a little.

He’d been so serious lately, so tense around me, like every conversation had a hidden trap he was trying to avoid. And each time I tried to ask what was wrong, he dodged the question with a vague “It’s nothing,” or “Just tired,” or “Don’t worry about it.”

The kind of answers that weren’t