All Chapters of Sin For me, Daddy.: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Drystan eyes glimmered with sparkles than they had in previous days. His tongue moved gently against his lower lips as he savored the sight of Rosealba’s succulent ass like it was his first sight of the beauty that befell him. “You are beautiful,” Drystan whispered, unable to tam the word from spilling out of his mouth. Rosealba’s thighs tightened and her cheeks burned into a blush. Her heart fluttered at the soothing compliment he rendered admist the moment of heat. Rosealba swallowed the void of shame down her throat as want and desire crawled through her, leaving her to banter with the complex needs of her body. She could feel his gaze burning through her ass like vengeful flames and she wished those flames would realistically burn her clothes off and leave her bare and naked to his gaze. Drystan moved her hair backward, his fingers grazing her neck in the act. Rosealba’s pussy tightened and her shoulder trembled softly from the gentle and deliberate graze of his fingers. Anti

It's been three days since Rosealba watched her house burn to her feet. Three days of constant thoughts, endless inner cries, and unresolved inner conflict. During the day she would wear smiles to cover the burning ache and patiently wait for the night— the moment of serenity to pounder on the thoughts that haunted her— everything she owned burned with that house and she must be a joker to think that everything was fine. Nothing at all was fine. She didn't have a life if she didn't have a certificate and it would only take a small time before the landlord traced her to this fucking place and take her away without being questioned. And even if she decided to hide, she would never have a place outside this wall. Drystan had seen it all, the fear in her big doe eyes—even though they hide at the smallest visible part of the eyes—the pupil. And the pain she managed to cover with her faux smile. She was doing great at hiding it, but not away from Drystan. His eyes could see through everyth

The ride to the mall was filled with silence that fueled Rosealba’s contradicting thoughts. While Drystan’s hand worked perfectly and delicately on the wheel just the way he desired to work on her pussy. Rosealba’s mind was a jungle of mixed feelings and contradicted thoughts. While she had spent the moment at the elevator basking in the warmth of Drystan’s hand and rejoicing to have found a certificate and a man who walked the night for her, she was back to thinking about reality. Countlessly, she had cautioned her eyes from stealing glances at Drystan in other not to get him discomforted. A pang of guilt clutched at her heart and her throat struggled to swallow the void of guilt that settled there. She was such an ungrateful person for questioning the integrity of this man— a man who walked the night and storm to see her happy. A man who appeared in the middle of both physical and invisible chaos, lifting the burden of her soul and providing her comfort in every form but, reality

The dismissal from Drystan was brutal, leaving no room for negotiation or hesitation. The attendant swallowed. She bowed her head, turned to her heels, and disappeared with the garment of shame that strangled her. She was gone like something that never existed and Drystan’s eyes and attention were back to their permanent spot—they only place they belonged to. The intensity of his gaze deepened with a fraction of 10 inches as he drank Rosealba in. She had changed from her white crop singlet and high-waisted washed jeans to a slightly fitted black dress that held her shape in ways he desired. His jaws clenched and jealousy slammed its fist at his chest, surging into him unnecessary rage to rip the dress off and show her who exactly she belonged to. No dress deserves to hug her with so much possession. His fist tightened subconsciously and a vein in his temple jumped as he tried to steady his unending thoughts but the image of putting her in 7 different positions here in this s

Drystan’s eyes darkened as he shredded the last piece of clothing, leaving her bare to his gaze. Rosealba gasped, and her pussy dripped in approval of his action. She was perfect! Perhaps more perfect than he had imagined. Her skin was so slick, it radiated with a subtle glow that mirrored perfection— soft and glistering like light to his darkness. His tongue ran over his lips slow and steadily as his eyes hovered around Rosealba’s naked body drinking her in and taking note of every core that produced hair on her body. “Fuck!” Drystan cursed. Low and soft curse that mirrored his admiration for her. His eyes moved from her skin to her face and his expression turned tender. “You are dazzling, Sunshine.” “No. You are perfect, perhaps too perfect to be called human.”His eyes glimmered with adoration as much as his mouth offered them. He couldn't hold his adoration for longer than a second—they would spill like leaked secrets.Rosealba’s cheeks heated at his compliment—no one ever t