All Chapters of Wrapped in rosary (Book 1 of Holy trinity series) : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

A groan rumbled in my chest as my feet, heavy with the weight of my indignation, thudded down the marble floor. "I don't want any dessert," I announced, the words tasting like sour grapes on my tongue. The plush carpet of my new room swallowed my footsteps. I grabbed the blanket, a thick, quilted monstrosity that felt suspiciously like it was made from the pelts of a hundred fluffy clouds, and rolled myself into a tight, human-sized burrito. I squeezed my eyes shut, willing my brain to fall into a peaceful, Ryker-less coma.I heard a soft, familiar chuckle of a devil, a sound that could either charm a snake or make a saint want to throw something. I kept my eyes clamped shut, pretending to be a particularly lumpy piece of furniture. To my surprise, he didn't come closer. The silence that followed was a small, precious gift, the kind you get from an enemy when they think you're not looking. I could finally breathe. My tense shoulders slumped a little, and I was just starting to drift o

“The boy stays here, in this mansion, where I can see him,” I said, my voice firm despite the tremor in my hands. “None of your men will harm him. He will be treated as one of the family.”Ryker pulled away from me, his face unreadable. He turned to his men, his voice a thunderous command that echoed through the grand hall. “My wife says he’s harmless and poses no danger. He will live in this house, and no one will harm him.”A roar of protest erupted among the men. They pleaded with him, their voices laced with panic. "He could be a threat in the future!" one man yelled. "Don't trust him, boss!" another cried. Ryker silenced them with a single, icy glare.“Of course,” Ryker said, a cruel smirk twisting his lips, “if we are attacked, none of you are obligated to protect him. In that case, if he dies, he dies.”The men instantly fell silent, their previous protests replaced with nods of approval. The sudden shift in their attitudes sent a chill down my spine. The way they so easily acc

As I stood against the door, a frightened whisper, barely audible, came from under the sheets. “Who are you?” The little boy from earlier, the one with the haunted eyes, was huddled beneath the quilt, his small body trembling. Only his face was visible, peeking out from the folds of the fabric, a mask of pure terror. My heart ached for him. He was just a child, and he was as trapped and terrified as I was. A wave of empathy washed over me as I moved closer to him.“Hi,” I said gently, my voice barely above a whisper. “I won't hurt you.” My movements were slow and deliberate as I inched closer, giving him the space and time he needed to process my presence. I sat on the plush armchair nearby, and instead of pushing him, I simply waited. The silence stretched between us, thick with unspoken fears and the heavy weight of our shared situation. I let it be, hoping he would understand that I was not a threat.The minutes ticked by, each second feeling like an eternity. Slowly, with immens

I was frozen on the couch, the remote still clutched in my hand, when Ryker suddenly scooped me up. A jolt of panic shot through me, and a cold sweat gathered on my skin. He carried me into the bedroom, the silence broken only by the frantic beat of my heart against my ribs. He gently laid me on the bed, and my body tensed, bracing for what I thought was coming.Instead, he crawled beside me, pulling me into his arms. I was stiff at first, my mind racing with a mix of fear and confusion. Then he whispered, his voice low and soft against my hair, “Relax. I'm not going to do anything. Tonight. Just sleep.”The tension I didn't even realize I was holding onto slowly bled out of me, replaced by a wave of profound relief. I finally compromised, my body relaxing a little bit. He tightened his arm around me. I let myself be held, and for the first time all night, I let him hold me to sleep.The next morning, a wave of relief washed over me. Ryker had an emergency to attend to, and I practica

"Oh, fuck," Ryker rasped, his voice a low, raw rumble in his chest as I shuddered against him. He stretched me painfully, but it wasn't the kind of pain you feel every day. This was a deep, searing ache that went beyond my muscles, a sweet torment that made my breath catch in my throat. Every inch of me felt alive under his hands, a beautiful, agonizing surrender. He was splitting me in half, and a whimper escaped my lips as I tried to clamp my legs shut. But Ryker didn't stop. He just kept pushing, slow and deliberate, until he was fully sheathed inside me, stretching me in all the best and worst ways.He spread my legs even wider, pushing himself deeper against me. "Take a deep breath," he whispered, his voice a surprising contrast to the forceful invasion. But how could I? He was invading my mouth with his tongue, and I was losing myself completely, drowning in the taste of him. His hands slipped from my thighs to my hips, holding me in place as his tongue dueled with mine, a swe