Semua Bab His Plaything: Bab 11 - Bab 20

[Bianca]The last thing I remembered was Grayson's voice shouting, ordering people to get out of the way while one or two others pushed me out of what sounded like an ambulance. My eyelids were heavy and the sounds were blurry and distant.When I opened my eyes with a sharp gasp, I found myself lying in a hospital bed, a drip attached to my hand. It took a few seconds for my brain to kickstart. Beside me, Grayson was slumped in a chair, head resting on the bed. The moment I shifted, he jerked upright, blinking at me with wide, startled eyes."Holy shit! Don't scare me like that, B. What the hell happened?" He shot up from his seat, hovering as if he didn't know what to do with his hands.I blinked, struggling to process it all. "I... don't know," I replied, shaking my head.Grayson immediately moved to the door. "Stay put. I'll get the doctor."He was gone before I could protest, and I sat there in silence, gripping the thin blanket covering my legs. The events before I'd blacked out

[Dante]"Careful, Bianca... you don't know what you're inviting."I forced her back against the elevator wall, feeling the heat radiating from her as she arched as though our bodies belonged together. It was cute. Not hot, just cute. Her hands grasped my tie, pulling me closer, and I couldn't suppress a low growl. Now that was hot...I got hard at the thought of being inside her once more— to bury myself deep, deep enough to make her feel it in her stomach, deep enough that her walls would be clenching for dear life. 'Fuck...' I cursed under my breath as she yanked me down, demanding more. My fingers worked to undo unhook her bra, peeling it away alongside her shirt.Her breasts came free—perfectly shaped, with a delicate blush at the centre that seemed almost made to taunt me. They were full yet perfectly fitting her frame, drawing me in, silently begging my lips to consume them.I cupped them firmly, kneading and moulding them as I ground my bulge against her, our bodies aligning. M

[Dante]I looked down at the woman, sprawled unconscious at the edge of the bed—my bed. Her chest rose and fell with shallow breaths. Her shirt had lost most of its buttons so her red, lace bra was exposed. I wondered what face she'd be making when she regained her senses and the effects of the drug wore off.I unbuttoned my suit jacket without taking my eyes off her, sliding it off my shoulders before tossing it carelessly onto the armchair in the corner. My inner shirt followed suit. The cool air brushed over my skin as I turned toward the bathroom, locking the door behind me with a soft click.From the pocket of my trousers, I retrieved her panties. Bianca's red lace, delicate and damp, was a treasure I hadn't planned to stumble upon tonight. The moment I held it up, the scent of her arousal hit me like a drug—overwhelming and utterly intoxicating."Dirty little liar," I muttered, my voice low and condescending. She always played the innocent card so well, but this... this was a de

[Keith]"I have a session with Bella, so I need you to drive Bianca to that address."Dante barely spared me a glance as he said it, too busy cradling the half-conscious woman in his arms. His voice was as casual as ever as if he weren't passing off his latest conquest like discarded luggage.I forced a smile. "Sure, no problem."I reached to take her from him, but the moment my hands touched her body, Dante's grip tightened. His dark eyes bore into mine."I believe this should be common sense, but don't try anything with her." His voice dropped in a warning.I sighed dramatically. "Have you so little trust in me? I wouldn't take advantage of an unconscious woman." Then, with a smirk, I added, "She won't even get wet if she's not awake."The death glare that followed nearly made me regret the joke. I let out an awkward chuckle, raising my hands in surrender. "Relax, I'm just kidding."Dante's humourless stare lingered a second longer before he finally handed her over, but even then, h

[Bianca]I sat on the floor, my back rested against the wall and both knees folded up to my chest. I stared blankly at the bag of cash some distance away, its contents spilt across the floor.My eyelids drooped, my head bobbing forward in exhaustion while I forced myself awake. Sleep wasn't an option. Not when I was trapped in this place, counting the hours until sunrise like a prisoner awaiting parole.No matter how much control Dante thought he had, he couldn't stop me from finding a way out. The only reason I was still here was because I wanted to settle everything once and for all without having to look behind me while living.Last night had been a disaster.After my failed escape attempt—where I ended up back at the gates—I'd been livid. The security had played dumb, pretending not to know a damn thing, and when I stood by the road hoping for another ride, the first car that slowed down made my senses go off.The driver's stare, the way his lips curled into a slow smirk—it was en