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Sin For me, Daddy. A Thoughtful Gift.
Chapter 175.“Oh My Goodness…” Rosealba let out a heavy exhale, falling into the bed the moment she got into the room. Arms spread apart, eyes lodged against the ceiling.She didn’t just drop—she surrendered. Every muscle gave in, soft and boneless, her skin still humming from the aftermath of him. The ceiling above blurred slightly, not because she couldn’t see clearly, but because she was still floating somewhere between ecstasy and disbelief.Drystan’s lips curled into a low smile, hands moving against his button as he undid it.“Is someone wrecked?”The teasing in his tone danced lazily in the air, but his eyes… oh, his eyes watched her like she was the last breath he’d ever take.Rosealba blinked back, her cheeks burning from the image of herself and Drystan at that office.The desk. The glass walls. The way he had owned every inch of her.“Wrecked?” Her lips twitched sideways into a scoff.“If there is a word far heavier than that then I suggest you go for it.”She wasn’t joking
Sin For me, Daddy. Hot, Passionate Moment.
Chapter 174. Rosealba’s body trembled in his arms, still clenching around nothing as his fingers eased their pace. She sagged against him, eyes glazed, lips parted. “Drystan…” she whispered, still breathless. “I can’t—I just came, I—” Drystan’s lips curled into a slow predatory smile. “You think I’m finished with you?” he growled softly, voice soaked in hunger. “Oh sunshine. I am not even an inch close to starting with you. Seconds ago I had touched you….” He pulled back slightly, just enough to look down at the mess between her thighs. He licked his lips—slow and deliberate. “Now I get to taste it.” Roselba's heart thundered, taste her? Here? In this office. What if the man walked in unannounced. “Wait—” she gasped, but she was already being lifted. In one smooth motion, he gripped her by the waist and hoisted her onto the desk before her. Her dress bunched up around her hips as he shoved her legs open, spreading her wide without a hint of hesitation. Her breath hitched.
Sin For me, Daddy. Cumming For Daddy.
Chapter 173.“I will leave you two,” Mr. Leo said with a respectful bow, retreating from the room.They both gave a small nod, watching him disappear through the glass doors.Silence settled, thick and warm like the air before a storm.Drystan turned to Rosealba, his gaze sinking into her like the weight of unspoken thoughts. She looked unsettled—was it nerves? Shyness? Doubt?He couldn’t quite tell. But whatever it was, it made his chest stir.He turned fully toward her, voice low and warm.“I didn’t get to buy you a gift when you hit seventy thousand readers. So… I’m celebrating this one. Happy hundred thousand readership, Sunshine.”Rosealba blinked up at him.She scoffed softly—half in disbelief, half in awe.Readership milestones were celebrated with cake, dinner, a bouquet of flowers…But this man, her man, had celebrated hers with an airline.What would he give her when she hit a million? The moon?She looked away. Her chest swelled with a mixture of happiness and something els
Sin For me, Daddy. Owning An Airline.
Chapter 172. The hum of quiet activity surrounded them as Mr. Leo led them through the sleek, polished halls of the private airline’s headquarters. The place practically gleamed with luxury—every inch of it designed with the finest materials and attention to detail. They passed the VIP lounge, the soft murmur of business deals and quiet laughter filling the air. It was a place where the world’s elite would come to rest before their next flight, sipping champagne in velvet chairs, their every need catered to.“Over here, Miss Rosealba, you’ll see the VIP lounge,” Mr. Leo said, motioning toward the wide, open space. The velvet seats and marble floors reflected the rich, soft lighting. “Only the highest profile clients ever make use of this area. It’s exclusive to those who fly privately with us.”Rosealba’s heart thudded in her chest as she took it all in. The hangars, large enough to house multiple jets, were immaculate, the glass walls offering a clear view of the private aircrafts p
Sin For me, Daddy. A Special Type Of Shopping.
Chapter 171. Rosealba stepped out through the glass doors of her office building, her heels clicking with calm, quiet grace. Her face was collected, every step smooth and elegant—until her eyes landed on him.Drystan.Clad in black pants and a black t-shirt with the sleeves rolled up, he looked like perfection himself. The kind of man who made time slow down. He leaned against his black car like he was part of it—powerful, dark, untouchable. A long coat hung lazily over his arm. Sunglasses shaded his eyes, but not the energy coming off him.He looked like the kind of trouble no one could walk away from.The moment she saw him, her heart flipped in her chest. Her breath caught. Every serious thought from a moment ago vanished, erased like it had never mattered. All that was left was love. Warmth. Him.Her lips stretched into a wide smile—soft, helpless, happy—and she broke into a run.“Drystan…” she called, light and breathless.His smile was instant. He opened his arms wide like he’d
Sin For me, Daddy. Happy Moment With Her.
Chapter 170. Drystan stepped into the room with a tray in one hand—warm food, fresh juice, and a folded napkin. His black pant hung low on his hips. His chest was bare, still damp from the shower he’d taken in the next room. Water clung to his skin, trickling past the curve of his collarbone, down to the sharp lines of his abdomen. The scent of his body wash—clean, woodsy, masculine—still lingered in the air.He had scrubbed himself hard. Until every trace of Lowel’s blood was gone. He didn’t want to bring that filth near her.Near his queen. His Rosealba.He set the tray gently on the small table by the window, then turned back to the bed.His queen. His heart beat. She was there, curled up beneath the duvet, soft and small in one of his t-shirts. It swallowed her frame, making her look even more delicate. Her hair—a golden mess of strands—spilled over the pillow. Her lashes rested peacefully against her cheeks. She was fast asleep. Breathing slow. Safe.Drystan walked to her sid
Sin For me, Daddy. The Death Of Another Enemy.
Chapter 169.Drystan took a step closer. His mind went back to the voltage he had asked for on the CCTV cameras.The sight of Lowel gripping Rosealba’s neck to the wall spiked his blood. But the image of Lowel groping her boobs played in his mind over and over again, sending a wave of anger through his body. Not that he was allowed to hurt her or do any but damn! Rage. Anger. Hunger. Everything twisted inside him.It wasn’t just fury—it was a sickness. A poison blooming in his veins, tightening his chest with every breath. His jaw clenched so hard he could feel it creak. The burn behind his eyes deepened. His vision pulsed.He grabbed Lowel’s wrist. Without a word, he lifted a knife and shoved it into Lowel’s hand, pinning it to the desk with a force that vibrated through the wood.A loud, agonizing wail ripped through Lowel’s throat, piercing the room like glass shattering.Drystan stepped back, feeling the blood splatter across his clothes. Warm, fresh, and satisfying. The spray pa
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 la
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