All Chapters of Touch me, Ruin me: Daddy's pet: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Alaric pov “I— I want to apologize… I got you involved in that situation with the video, but I promise I’ll do everything I can to make sure it doesn’t affect you in any way. I’m so sorry, Alaric. I will resign, I am so stupid… I always drag everyone into my mess.” That was what she had said last night as she cried. But that wasn’t why I had been mad. The reason was the redness of her cheek, an unmistakable mark of a slap, and the blood trickling down her leg. Someone had done that to her and at that moment, I wanted to kill the bastard and even though she wouldn't tell me who it was, I wanted to make them bleed in the worst possible way. To take everything they loved, to break them until they had nothing left, until they were on their knees, begging for mercy from her. And I would. “Y-you erased the videos?” she stammered, her voice shaky. She looked flustered, disbelief written all over her face. A deep shade of red crept up her neck, her mesmerizing eyes locked onto

Isla pov I stared blankly, my mind clouded with emotions all at once. Mortification, shock and fear all suffocated me at once. "What did I just do… What the hell did I just do?!" I groaned, gripping the steering wheel tighter before dropping my head against it with a dull thud, trying to wrap my head at what just happened with Alaric. I practically embarrassed myself, begging Alaric to make me cum, and when I finally did, it was unlike anything I had ever felt, it was intense and intoxicating. The pleasure was so consuming that I couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to take the real thing. But just as I was about to give in, ready to finally cross that line, Alaric caught my hand when I was about to reach for his pants, his grip firm yet gentle. "You’re not ready yet, little rose," he murmured, his voice rich with amusement. Then, as if he hadn’t just unraveled me completely, he leaned back, brushing a strand of hair from my face. "Now, how about I make you bre

Alaric pov "Liam, do you know that popular quote?" I asked, drumming my fingers mindlessly against the desk as I took a bite of the apple in my hand. "They say when life gives you lemons, squeeze them into your enemy's eyes." I tilted my head, a smirk curling on my lips as I watched him sigh and shake his head. "Boss, you got it wrong. The quote is 'When life gives you lemons, make lemonade.'" I chuckled, leaning back. "Yeah? Well, I prefer my version." He didn't say anything; instead, he stepped forward and placed the file on the table before giving me a slight bow. "This is the information you requested on Ashford Corporation, particularly Mr. Desmond Ashford. I was able to uncover everything you asked for, including details from the businesses he's involved with and evidence of his mismanagement of funds and other things you need to know about his relationship with his daughter, Miss Isla Ashford”. I glanced at the file on the table, a slow smile spreading across my l

Isla pov Suhyeon and Esther had let me crash in one of the rooms in their penthouse suite. To them, it was no big deal, but to me, it meant everything especially since I had nowhere else to go. I wasn’t even sure if my father had frozen my cards yet, though knowing him, he probably had. We had dinner together, drank, and talked for a while, and now I was lying in bed, trying to fall asleep. But sleep wouldn’t come. Why, you ask? Because of Alaric, the man who seemed to occupy my every thought. His godlike face, that sculpted body, and that damn infuriating smirk he wore whenever he teased me, I thought of it all. The way his lips seemed to steal the breath right out of my lungs, the way he touched me, the way his fingers felt inside me. God. What the hell was wrong with me? “Isla, you need to stop acting like a dog in heat,” I muttered under my breath, running a hand through my hair in frustration. Without thinking twice, I reached for my phone on the counter, des

Isla pov I pushed my glasses up the bridge of my nose as I stared at my reflection in the mirror, my heart pounding so hard it felt like it might explode. You know, I’ve asked myself so many times, what the actual fuck was I doing? Was I seriously about to walk into my boss’s club, hoping he finally fucks me? Who does that? No sane person masturbates to thoughts of their boss. No sane person lets their boss eat them out. And most definitely, no sane person picks out their sexiest underwear just to look good when they strip in front of said boss. I bit my bottom lip, running a hand through my red hair as I stared at the dress I’d picked out, a tight, black mini dress with thick straps that hugged my body and accentuated every curve. It was the only club-appropriate outfit I’d packed when I ran away from home, but honestly, I didn’t care. I wanted to look good— no, I wanted to look sexy in front of Alaric tonight. I didn’t even know why his opinion mattered so much, but for som