Semua Bab Sin For me, Daddy.: Bab 241 - Bab 250

Chapter 240. The long table stretched beneath a canopy of soft golden lights, woven like stars above their heads. Around them, the night air was warm with the scent of sea salt and roses, the sounds of clinking glasses and low laughter blending into the background like a gentle melody.Candle flames flickered across polished wine glasses and silverware. The soft glint of crystal and ivory flowers dressed the length of the table in delicate, romantic chaos.Drystan and Rosealba sat side by side at the heart of it all.Her hand rested lightly on the table, fingers brushing the edge of her napkin. His pinky stayed curled just close enough to graze hers every time he shifted. And God—he was shifting often.Because he couldn’t stop looking at her. Couldn't stop desiring her. The silk of her second gown skimmed over her curves like water. The neckline dipped just enough to tease him. Her collarbones glowed under the candlelight, her lips stained from red wine, her smile soft and distracte

Chapter 242. Drystan carried Rosealba down the hallway with her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, her arms looped around his shoulders. Their mouths stayed tangled—kissing like they were drunk on each other, slow and messy, full of heat and need and something deeper. Her soft moans fell against his lips as his hands gripped beneath her thighs, holding her close, keeping her right where he wanted her. Her dress was still hitched up, her body still bare beneath, and every step he took sent delicious friction right between her legs.By the time he kicked the door open, they were both breathing like they’d run through fire.The suite was dimly lit, moonlight pouring in through open glass doors that led to a private terrace. She barely saw it. She didn’t need to. Because all she saw was him.He took her straight to the bed—large, white, soft—and laid her down like she was made of glass.Rosealba’s chest rose and fell as he hovered over her, his hands already sliding beneath the fabr

Chapter 244. LAKE COMOThe moment the black car rolled to a stop at the private villa gates, Rosealba knew she wasn’t ready for what waited beyond.She leaned closer to the window, her fingers pressing gently to the cool glass. Golden light spilled across the terraced hills of Lake Como, kissing the edges of the water below in a dreamlike haze. The air shimmered, soft and golden, as though even the sun knew not to shine too harshly on their peace.The villa—hidden behind tall stone walls and ancient cypress trees—looked like something pulled from an old Italian painting. Elegant. Still. A place that whispered of forever.“Drystan,” Rosealba murmured, breath catching. “This is…”His hand slid across the seat, curling over hers. “Home,” he said softly.And it did feel like that. Like home, wrapped in mountains and mist. Rosealba’s heart swelled in her chest excitement glimmering beneath her eyes. As the driver opened the door, Drystan stepped out first and turned, offering his hand. T

Chapter 246. Drystan’s breath was thick with want as he hovered over Rosealba, his hands gently trailing down her sides like he was memorizing her again—like he needed to feel every inch of what now belonged to him.Her legs were parted beneath him, silky thighs brushing the outside of his hips, drawing him in like gravity.He leaned down and kissed her chest—slowly, reverently. His lips dragged along her soft skin, tongue flicking teasingly just beneath her collarbone. Her breath caught, her fingers tangling in the sheets.“Sunshine,” he whispered between kisses, voice low and rough, “You’re gonna drive me to the edge before I even get inside you.”Her lips parted in a soft moan, head tilting back. “Then don’t wait…”He smiled against her skin.But he took his time.His mouth moved lower—down the slope of her chest, then to her breasts. He kissed the underside first, then gently took one nipple into his mouth, sucking slowly.A sharp gasp escaped her lips. “Drystan—”He groaned soft

Chapter 248. The room had quieted.Only the distant sound of waves against the villa’s terrace remained, soft and rhythmic—like the beat of their hearts still trying to settle.Drystan didn’t move at first.He stayed pressed against her back, chest rising and falling in slow, uneven waves. His arm slid around her waist, pulling her tighter. His nose brushed the slope of her shoulder, lips pressed gently to her damp skin.Rosealba let out a shaky breath, her body limp and warm, completely tucked into him.Neither spoke.There was no need.His fingers ran slowly over her stomach, up to her ribs, then back down again in soft circles. The kind of touch that wasn’t about sex—just connection. Just keeping her close, like the high wasn’t over yet.“Did I hurt you?” he murmured suddenly, voice hoarse, low against her neck.She smiled weakly, turning slightly to meet his gaze. “You ruined me,” she whispered, “in the best way.”His lips curved. He kissed her shoulder again—slower this time.“G