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Sin For me, Daddy. A Little Torture.
Chapter 168. The dungeon breathed darkness.It wasn’t just a room—it was a graveyard of screams. Stone walls lined with faint traces of dried blood, shadows clawing at corners where the light refused to reach. The air was heavy. Too still. Too thick. It smelled like metal and fear. Chains rattled faintly in the distance. A single bulb swung from the ceiling, casting an eerie, lazy light over the broken man slumped against the far wall.Lowel.His head tilted to the left, blood crusted near his temple. His wrists were tied, skin torn and raw from struggle. His breaths were shallow, uneven—like each one hurt a little more than the last.Then… the sound of bare footsteps.Calm.Measured.Unhurried.Drystan stepped into the dungeon—shirtless, wearing nothing but black pánto slung low on his waist. His skin was sculpted, marked with tiny scars, silent reminders of wars fought in shadows. His presence shifted the air. Dark. Dominant. Dangerous.He walked slowly, eyes fixed on the man befor
Sin For me, Daddy. Morning Ruin.
Chapter 167. Rosealba woke up the next morning to a sharp feeling of soreness between her thighs. Her cheeks stretched gently and she smiled as she recalled everything from yesterday—still unconscious. Then suddenly, she stirred to the sharp feeling of warmth between her legs. She blinked through the haze of sleep, her thighs twitching—sensitive sore, and still damp with last night's ruin, Her hands reached blindly for the duvet, already certain. She lifted the duvet above her head and there, she found his face, fitted perfectly between her thighs. He looked up at her, jade eyes holding onto hers with something different from whatever it was yesterday, “Good Morning… little traitor.” His voice was low, smooth, and deadly. Roselba's skin scorched from the warmth of his breath. She barely caught him smirking before his hand gripped her hips, pushing it up slightly…“Drystannn….” she gasped softly, staring at him with amusement but his tongue was already dragging a lazy, sinful
Sin For me, Daddy. Owning Her Over And Over Again.
Chapter 166. Rosealba collapsed against the mirror, her legs useless but Drystan caught her before she could fall. “Shhh..” He breathed, sweeping her into his arms like she weighed nothing. “I have got you.” He mumbled to her trembling self. She leaned into him, body limp spent, dripping, and trembling—but she clung tightly to him. Her head was buried in his chest. Her heart was pounding against his ribs. He carried her to the bed and laid her down gently. She was still trembling. Knees weak, arms marked from the leather, lips parted in silent, ruined breaths. He hadn’t said a word since he brought her here. Just sat on the edge of the bed, chest rising and falling like a man who had almost lost something he couldn't live without. Then his hand found her thighs, gentler this time. He turned her around, slowly, cradling her face like she was nothing but fragile. Like he hadn't just wrecked her from behind with pure fury. Rosealba’s skin pricked at the warmth of his hand.
Sin For me, Daddy. Sex Of Punishment.
Chapter 165.The door opened and Drystan stepped in. The ambiance of the room changed immediately. Into something dark. Powerful. Possessive. Rosealba stood up from the bed, guilt cladding her expression. She took a step forward—no, she barely took a step forward when…“Strip.” Drystan’s voice came in. Low and tight it barely contained the fury that was burning down his veins. Rosealba breath hitched and she stood on her track, unable to approach him, but he was already walking toward her, his coat still on, his eyes back with something dangerous as he pulled the coat off. “You thought I wouldn't find out?” his voice was sharp as a blade. “You went to see him. Your ex.”Rosealba's chest clamped, heart, thundering as she watched the look in his eyes. “It… it wasn't.…”“Don't speak.” He commanded, pulling down the buttons of his t-shirt. Rosealba’s stomach tightened, surprisingly not in fear, but in desire.Her eyes followed the movement of his hands, throat bobbing as the sight
Sin For me, Daddy. Jealousy.
Chapter 164. “Drop your weapons and lift your hands up.”The command rang loud, cutting through the thick tension like a blade. Lowel’s eyes darted around, searching—desperate—for a way out.He knew those weren’t real police.They were Drystan’s men.He could see it in the way they held their guns. In how sharp their movements were. He had worked too long in the shadows not to recognize assassins dressed in uniform.His heart thudded faster, but he didn’t let it show. Panic clawed at his chest, but pride kept his face still.He couldn’t get caught. He couldn’t.So he ran.A blur of motion—he bolted to the side. But he barely made it two steps before a shot rang out.The bullet tore through his knee.Lowel screamed as he dropped to the ground, clutching his leg. Blood poured out. His groan was raw and heavy. Rage mixed with pain in his voice.Rosealba gasped, her hand flying to her mouth. Her body jerked in Eric’s arms at the sound of the shot.“My lady…” Eric whispered gently, caress
Sin For me, Daddy. A Place of Safety.
Chapter 163. Rosealba’s fingers trembled on the steering wheel, her breath coming in sharp gasps. Her heart pounded like a drum inside her chest, wild and restless. The road stretched out before her, but she couldn’t see it clearly anymore. Fear clouded her eyes, made her legs press harder on the accelerator.They were behind her. Getting closer.If they caught her, it was over. Lowel would take her. He’d use her as bait, threaten Drystan for a ransom—and even then, he wouldn’t let her go.Her throat tightened.“No,” she whispered to herself, shaking her head as the tears burned. “No, no, no—”But then—out of nowhere—a black car came screeching in front of her. Full speed. It spun across the road and halted roughly, blocking her path completely.Rosealba’s foot slammed on the brakes. Her body lurched forward then back, jerking hard as the car skidded to a stop. Her chest heaved. Panic tore through her.They had cut her off.Her eyes flew wide. Her hands shook. Her heart kicked faster
Sin For me, Daddy. Save Me.
Chapter 162. Lowel’s laughter died down, but the look in his eyes only grew darker. He moved his hand to Rosealba’s face, cupping it gently, but it wasn’t tenderness she felt—it was something else.His thumb brushed over her cheek, slow. Too slow.And his eyes?They weren’t looking at her.They were roaming.Dragging across her body with something she could only name as hunger. A deep, twisted desire that made her skin crawl.“That man,” he said softly, eyes still on her. “The one you call your fiancé…”His lips curled into a mocking smile.“He doesn’t love you.”He leaned in closer. His breath was sour with bitterness.“The only thing he cares about is this.”He nodded toward her chest.Her heart sank, but her face stayed still. She didn’t give him the reaction he wanted.“He only desires your body,” he continued. “The beauty of your skin. The glow in your eyes. The softness of your nature. That’s all you are to him, Rose. A pretty thing to undress.”Rosealba rolled her eyes, lettin
Sin For me, Daddy. Under Her Ex’s grip.
Chapter 161. When the call with Drystan ended, a heavy silence settled in the room. Rosealba didn’t move right away. Her eyes were fixed on the small paper in her hand—the one with the name of the place Lowel had written. Her ex. Her mistake. She stared at the paper a little longer, as if hoping it would disappear. Then she let out a quiet sigh. Her chest rose and fell slowly like she was trying to breathe through something tight and invisible. Without a word, she slipped the paper under her pillow. Then she laid her head down, feeling its weight beneath her. Her eyes closed. But sleep didn’t come. The next day. Rosealba stood in front of a the all black restaurant. Claded in black. The exterior was the same as she remembered—clean, sharp edges, tall glass, and quiet luxury. But the moment she stepped in, her breath caught in her throat. She knew this place. It was too familiar to be an illusion. This was the same restaurant where Drystan had gotten on one knee and asked her
Sin For me, Daddy. Touching Herself For Him.
Chapter 160. Rosealba’s breath hitched and she obeyed, sliding her fingers back into her warm trembling heat. “Oh… god.” she cries softly, lips partying. Drystan’s made lose of his zippers, his cock bouncing forward. Hard and erect. His head tipped backward. “That's it. That's it, Sunshine.” His voice came out strangled, now wrecked by her moans and the way his fingers moved up and down his cock. “You like being overstimulated, don't you? You like it when it starts to ache. You love being ruined for me. By me?” Rosealba’s eyes rolled backward, her fingers rubbing gently on her clit. “Yes.” She gasped, voice turning breathless. “Its too much—but I — I love it— I need it—” Drystan’s muscles pinched, his hand moving faster against his cock. “Fuck! You are going to make me cum, Sunshine. “Argh!!!” he snarled. “You sound so fucking desperate, sunshine. Like you’d let me fuck you through tears if I was there.” She bit on her lower lips, nodding her head as though he could se
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