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Touching Herself For Him.
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Xee writeBesties.… I am starting to sense something. Why does Drystan’s words feel like he knows a little too much than he should?😹😹😹❤️ Man is a step ahead. Anyways. I hope you all enjoy this chapter. ❤️
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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 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
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