บททั้งหมดของ Sin For me, Daddy.: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

Chapter 21. The call ended, with Roselba wearing a big smile on her face. Her eyes darted to the gift box that rested on the counter in her office store. The smile wore off, gently, replaced with a natural expression. Her heart melted at the sight of the thoughtful gift. “You do not sound like you got rejected. I like that for you Roselba.” “You look radiant today ma'am.” This was a remark from her best friend and a lady who came to purchase bunches of flowers. “Whatever picked you up and made you have faith I hope it keeps guilding you calmly at this stormy moment of your life.” As Lina’s words filled her mind, she took a seat on the stool. The man who is guilding her heart with shores of hope is her best friend’s brother. He has been there, like no other, and day by day he had become the solace she refused to admit that she lacked in her life. “I will come see you the moment I finish my meeting from the office.” It had been delivered to him by a person she could best refer

Rosealba ran into the changing room. She shut the door and leaned into it, panting and trying to restore her heavy breath. “Gosh!” She exclaimed, thinking about everything that happened out there. Rosealba rested on the closed door, her heart pounding as the image of the moment outside clouded her head. She settled into it. Subconsciously, her lips stretched into a smile as she recalled the look in his eyes. The bulge of his cock, and the gentle throb against her back. Her pussy tingled and wetness coated her thighs as she envisioned the image of his cock. She settled into the thoughts, wondering how it would feel to have his cock in her hands while she stroke gently on it like the porn ladies she has grown to watch.“Are you hungry? I will serve you some cock.” His previous statement resonated through her ear. Her heart pounded at the rawness of his words and her nipples hardened from the thoughts of being served his cock. “What would it feel like to be served his cock? Will. Will

Chapter 25. His words raw and dirty, like a blow, struck Rosealba’s ear and she stared at him, with an uncertain expression. No one ever came so raw and dirty with words or her, yet her pussy made a gentle throb to his words and her mind pictured a perfect image of what he had described. Drystan took a step forward, closing the space between them. Rosealba swallowed hard, feeling her nipples grow underneath her bra. She turned and walked over to the table breathing the moment of silence and tension. “The meal here was delicious.” Her voice came out shaky betraying her attempt to shield her erect nipples from his hungry eyes. A smile touched Drystan’s cheeks one that didn't reach his eye. He moved closer to her, so close that she stilled her body, hoping they would not make contact, but Drystan leaned further pressing the front part of his body to the back side of her body, and caging her between his arm and the table in front of them. “The meal here would be nothing

In the dimly lit room, Drystan sat on the couch that presented him with the beautiful view of the pool outside his wide ceiling-to-floor door. His finger drummed gently on his thighs while his right hand held his phone glaring at it and awaiting Rosealba’s reply. It's been an hour since he sent her a message and she had not viewed, nor replied to his message. It was unlike her. His grip on the phone tightened at every second as if trying to strangle the source of his anger. The door to his relaxing space opened and Rocco walked in, clothed in a black outfit that hugged his sculpture body. He walked with practice ease as he approached Dryatan, his face a mask of indifferencies, just the way Drystan loved to have his men— tough and serious at every second. “My lord.” Rocco bowed, his hand clutching firmly onto the brown envelope in his hand.“What's in the envelope?”Rocco arose from the bow. “It is a letter from the government.”Dryatan’s eyes narrowed and he stared at the pool for

Rosealba gasped as Drystan looked down at her, his eyes burning with rage. She looked away from his eyes, clutching onto his dress and seeking protection from the man who was chasing her. Although the look on Drystan’s face was enough to inform Rosealba of how dead-angry he was, she still felt safe standing next to him than being chased by that man. “Are you okay?” Drystan’s undertone was laced with flickers of worries and concern that his face did not carry. Rosealba nodded her head slowly, resting her head back on his chest and clutching harder to his dress this time. Drystan’s arm curled her body into his, his arm, wrapping possessively around her body. He looked above Rosealba’s head to the man who stood still, frightened, yet unwilling to give up, “Did you just mess with my woman?” Drystan’s cold voice pierced the air, sending its chill across the man’s spine. Rosealba’s eyes widened at his choice of words but she clutched harder onto his dress, feeling the thrum of