All Chapters of His Ensnared Innocence: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

"M-my h-husband," her voice trembled as she managed to say bearing with his invading finger, hoping he would halt. Her breathing grew quicker with his increased pace, her eyes wavered everywhere but him and his hand under her dress. "Eyes on me, sweetheart," he ordered, adding one more finger, making her gasp. Her pussy was already very sore, and still bearing the remnants of his previous hard stretching. In fear that he might add one more, she struggled to align her pleading eyes towards him. Daniel's lips curved into a triumphant smirk, his domineering eyes glinting with satisfaction while he moved them fast stretching her more and feeling her grow wetter. He curled his fingers upward, pressing against that spot inside her that made her moan involuntarily. The pad of his thumb was rubbing against her swollen bud in the rhythm of his fingers. Mili tried pressing her thighs together but he only increased his pace more to get her restless. Daniel could easily read her body which s

"An exclusive artwork. Isn't it?" He seriously questioned, arching a brow at her, leaving the towel on the chair's handle and then, collecting a white shirt from the closet. "I'm sorry," she mumbled apologetically making him laugh. "If you intend to be sorry for this, little one, you'll have to be sorry forever. And forgiveness isn't exactly my specialty," he stated casually while fixing his appearance. Mili confusedly sat on her spot, watching him until he left the room. A maid outside the door informed her that Tulip would be visiting her soon. Mili instinctively removed the soiled bedcover, throwing it inside the laundry bin. Taking a warm shower and putting on a bathrobe, she stepped out before Tulip knocked on the door. A little happiness swarmed in her finding that Tulip would definitely be able to help her with her indecisive nature. Mili brought Tulip to the closet and made her choose a dress between the three equally compatible options she had. "You lied about

"And why would you think that?" He queried curiously looking deep into her face. There were plenty of reasons to fuel her doubt. She was almost an orphan, with no family name, no proper education, and nothing to offer. Even her looks were much below average, or so she believed. And now, she was entangled with the wealthiest and the most powerful man she knew, with not a penny to her name. But the cruellest blow was Jessica’s words. The reminder that she had nothing to offer a man like Daniel other than embarrassment. Mili, in her brittle voice, replied, " 'Cause I was sold by my father. I was Tristian Romano's maid earlier." Daniel's grip automatically tightened around Mili's waist, he looked at her with a menacingly possessive glare. How dare she speak another man's name with those angel lips .. the lips that he freshly claimed. And the audacity, the sheer nerve, of her even hinting at a connection with someone else and entangling her existence to another man that is not h

Brushing her hair away, gripping her waist, pulling her disquieted body over his lap. She could not speak, she could not think. Her mind was spinning but her body responded to his touches as if it were all she knew. She had never witnessed something this violent in her lifetime, and the mere realisation that she was the cause of the ruination of such a heritage ancestral property was just so unbearable. She hated the times she spent lamenting her life in that penthouse but that never meant she would destroy the whole building, just like an invaluable thing. He kissed her hard pulling her out of those thoughts with a mix of punishment and desire, his hands roaming freely all over her body. The heat from the penthouse had not left her skin but it was nothing compared to the searing grip of Daniel's hand on her waist as he yanked her tighter against his chest while kissing her roughly. He was not just kissing her, he was reminding her who controlled every part of her world. Mili's

"Tulip, what happened?" Mili asked gently, her eyes brimming with concern. Tulip instinctively clutched her sleeves down, following Mili's eyes, which had settled on her bruises. It did not take her a second to understand what Mili wanted to hear but she casually shrugged it off, saying, "It's nothing. I fell from the s-stairs." A nervous smile spread across Tulip's soft features as Mili fearfully touched her scars. No one other than Mili knew better about welt marks; she had seen them throughout her childhood. "Who hit you?" Apologetically Mili raised the question. Tulip hesitated, then sighed. She should have been careful enough to put on some long sleeves. Defeatedly Tulip acknowledged, "It's nothing. Enzo .. he just loses his temper sometimes." Mili's heart sank for her. The way Tulip was always so soft, smiling and happy, Mili could never doubt that she was hiding so much pain beneath all of that. "He hits you?" She whispered, horrified. "It's not his fault," Tul