Chapter 86: I’m Yours To Break Daddy

Chapter 86: Chapter 86: I’m Yours To Break Daddy

~Reynold’s POV~

When you give me your word, keep it. Don’t promise me something today only to break it the moment you change your mind. Listen to me, and above all, never lie to me."

"If there’s something you want to do or somewhere you want to go, talk to me about it first. I can arrange for bodyguards to accompany you so you don’t have to go anywhere alone or put yourself in danger. I’d rather have someone there to protect you than have you end up in trouble and leave me worrying about you."

He paused, his gaze softening as he looked at me. "You’re very important to me, just like Lily is. There’s no one you need to compete with."

I hesitated, but the question that had been sitting heavily in my mind finally slipped out. "But... what about Eva?"

Frederick’s gaze remained on me, his expression calm. "Eva and I have been over for a long time. Whatever we had ended years ago. But she’s still the mother of my child, and I don’t want to completely cut her out of Lily’s life. There may come a time when my daughter needs her."

I lowered my eyes, but another question quickly followed. "Do you... want me to look like her so you’ll love me?" I asked quietly, unable to hide the insecurity in my voice.

Frederick immediately shook his head. "No. You don’t have to look like her," he said. "If you weren’t what I wanted, I wouldn’t be with you in the first place. And besides, Lily really likes you. I don’t know why, but she seems to want you by my side more than anyone else."

A faint smile appeared on his lips. "You already have her approval, so you have nothing to worry about."

His answer eased some of the insecurity in my heart, but my curiosity quickly returned. "Then... can you tell me what you and Lily talked about? What did she say about me?"

Frederick let out a quiet sigh. "Alright. But I’ll keep it short. Lily told me she’d rather have you as her stepfather than see me stay with her mother."

My eyes widened in surprise. "Why would she say that?"

"She said I deserve someone better than Eva. She told me I shouldn’t go back to her unless I genuinely wanted to choose her for myself—which I don’t," Frederick explained, his gaze steady. "She also said she didn’t want me making that decision because of her. She just wants me to be happy."

My breath caught as I looked up at him. "Are you... are you happy with me?"

Frederick didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he slowly rose from the armchair and stepped toward me. He placed his hands around my waist and gently guided me backward until I was lying flat on the mattress. He climbed onto the bed and carefully shifted me toward the middle, making sure I was positioned comfortably before hovering over me.

"You make me happy, you make me angry, and you give me terrible headaches," he murmured, his dark eyes fixed on mine. "You’re frustratingly stubborn... yet I still want you. Because whatever I feel with you, I haven’t felt it with anyone else in a very long time."

I stared into his eyes, my breath trembling. "Are you saying you love me?"

"I’m saying you drive me crazy in a way I can’t even explain," he replied, his voice lowering. "And if it isn’t love... then what is it?"

"Then just tell me you love me," I whispered, almost pleading.

Frederick let out a soft, teasing breath. "Let’s try this again. If you truly change and keep your word this time, then spending millions to formally ask for your hand won’t mean anything to me. But first, you have to prove that you can change for good. Then, and only then, you’ll get my love without having to stress yourself out like this."

A fierce determination sparked inside me. I smiled up at him, my eyes shining with hope.

"Then watch me, sunshine. I’m going to seriously surprise you this time."

Frederick froze, his eyes widening slightly. He stared down at me.

"What did you just call me?"

"Sunshine," I teased softly.

Before he could react, I shifted closer, reached up, and pressed a light, affectionate kiss to the tip of his nose.

Frederick looked away for a split second, but I caught the brilliant, helpless smile that broke across his face. He quickly tried to hide it, lowering his head as he captured my lips,

taking my lower lip into a slow, bruisingly sweet kiss.

I parted my lips instantly, welcoming him completely, letting out a breathless whisper right against his mouth:

"Take me... Daddy. I’m yours."

Frederick’s breath hitched. A dark, hungry fire flashed in his eyes. Without a word, his lips left mine and trailed hot, wet kisses down my jaw, then lower to the sensitive skin of my neck.

"Ah... Frederick..." I gasped, hands flying up to grip his broad shoulders as a shiver ran through me.

He groaned low in his throat and pressed his full weight against me. Through the thin layers of our clothes, our cocks aligned and began grinding together in a slow, heavy rhythm. Every roll of his hips sent a sharp jolt of heat straight up my spine.

"Fuck, Reynold..." he muttered against my skin, his hips pushing down into mine.

Every time he rolled his hips down into me, our groins locked together, friction building hot and heavy. I arched my back beneath him, gasping and whining softly as my head fell back against the pillows.

"Mmm... just like that..." I whimpered, fingers tangling in his hair as we rocked against each other. Our messy moans blended in the quiet room.

Frederick pulled back just enough to look at me, chest heaving, eyes burning with desire. With quick, sure movements he pushed his own robe off his shoulders, then pulled my shirt up and over my head. In seconds he stripped both of us completely, tossing the clothes to the floor until we were bare and skin-to-skin.

He crawled back up between my legs, his gaze dark and possessive as he hovered over me.

"So beautiful," he rasped.

Frederick lowered his head and pressed soft, warm kisses across my chest, down my stomach, and back up again, tasting every inch of my skin until I was shivering and whining under his mouth.

Then he zeroed in on my chest. He flicked his tongue over my right nipple, making me cry out, before closing his lips around it and suckling gently.

"Ah—! Hah... Daddy, yes, please right there..." I moaned, my hips bucking up against him as the sweet, sharp pull of his mouth drove me higher.

Frederick sucked harder. His hand slid down, wrapping around both of our cocks and stroking us together while our ragged, heated moans filled the bedroom.

The dual sensation was overwhelming. Every time he pulled on my nipple with his mouth, his fist tightened around us, stroking from base to tip in slow, firm pumps. Precum slicked his fingers, making the friction wetter and hotter. I couldn’t stop the broken sounds spilling from my throat.

"Daddy... it feels so good..." I whimpered, fingers digging into his shoulders.

Frederick released my nipple with a soft, wet pop and moved to the other one, giving it the same attention—licking, sucking, gently biting until I was trembling under him. His hand never stopped moving on our cocks, keeping us pressed tightly together as he stroked.

"You’re leaking so much for me," he murmured against my skin, his voice rough. "So sensitive... so perfect."

I could only moan in answer, hips pushing up to meet every stroke of his hand, completely lost in the heat of his mouth and the tight, slick slide of his fist around us both.

Frederick leaned in close, lips brushing my ear.

"Do you wanna play dirty with Daddy?"

I looked up at him, my breath still uneven. "What do you mean?"

His eyes darkened as he held my gaze. "I want to fuck you while I use your toys on you. Are you ready? Can you take both?"

I nodded eagerly, heat flooding my cheeks. "Yes, I’m ready... I’ll try anything with you."

A slow, satisfied smile curved his lips. "Then you should know, you’re not sleeping until morning."

"Alright, sunshine," I whispered. "I’m yours to break tonight."

Hearing that, Frederick stopped stroking us. He pulled his hand away and stood up from the bed, walking over to...