All Chapters of Wrapped in rosary (Book 1 of Holy trinity series) : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

"Yeah, let it go, babe. Give in," he whispered, his lips brushing against my neck, a sensation that sent tingles down my spine. His hand sped up, each stroke bringing me closer and closer to the edge, but just as I was about to let go, he stopped. He picked me up effortlessly, settling onto the cold, stone altar. Then he slammed me onto his lap, my back pressed against his chest, my legs splayed open as far as they could go. A small click echoed in the silence as he picked up the rosary from the floor."You don't need this anymore. This can only be used to fuck you now," he whispered, and my blood ran cold. To my utter horror, he stuffed the rosary into me. My eyes flew open and I gasped, trying to clamp my legs shut, but he held them open, and it was already too late. The rosary was inside me, my walls clenching around the beads as the cross dangled outside, a horrifyingly sacrilegious pendulum. The most terrifying part was the sensation. The rosary beads, a symbol of my faith, felt

The moment the car rolled to a stop at the mansion, a sudden jolt of clarity snapped me out of my emotional fog. The cold, hard reality hit me with the force of a tidal wave: I had been clinging to Ryker, the very source of my grief, for solace. I had been a fool, and the realization filled me with a hot, righteous anger.I pushed him away, the act a physical manifestation of my fury at myself for so easily succumbing to his false comfort. He had nothing good to offer me, and I knew it. My gaze fell upon the enormous mansion, the opulent walls of my forever cage, and my anger boiled over.I slammed the car door on his face, the sound a satisfying crack that echoed my rage. I stomped my way to the room, and the moment the door shut behind me, I let everything loose. The second he entered, I grabbed the nearest thing I could find and hurled it at him. The anger I had been holding in, the humiliation, the heartbreak—it all erupted."You motherfucker," I hissed, the word foreign and yet s

The first round was just the beginning. The night stretched on, a blur of tangled limbs and whispered desires. We went at it again and again, our bodies a landscape of pleasure and breathless urgency. The hours melted away, marked only by the shifting light outside the window and the growing mess we were creating. There were no limits, no holding back—just the raw, primal energy of two people completely consumed by each other. We didn't stop until the first rays of morning sun crept through the curtains, illuminating the aftermath of our passion.By the time the maids arrived, the room was a chaotic testament to the night we'd had. They pushed the door open and froze, their eyes widening at the sight. It was pure devastation: clothes scattered like fallen leaves, pillows askew, everything in the room and bathroom destroyed and the faint, sweet scent of our fucking still hanging in the air. For a moment, I think they truly feared the worst. Then, their gaze landed on the bed, and they

You would think that in a situation like this, women in the same boat would stick together, but it was baffling. The moment I sat down, I was hit with a barrage of hostile stares. It was like I had walked into a pack of wolves, and they were all sizing me up, deciding if I was a threat.Only a couple of women even acknowledged my presence, and that was just with cold, indifferent nods. The air was thick with tension, making the whole thing incredibly awkward. I had assumed their hushed whispers were a form of bonding, a way to find solace in their shared misery. But I was wrong. Every comment, every forced compliment, every word that left their lips was laced with venom. They were all jabbing at each other with subtle insults and snide remarks. The power dynamics were obvious—some women held less status than others, and the difference was clear in the way they were treated. This wasn't a group of allies; it was a hierarchy, and they were all fighting to stay on top, no matter how mis

POV - Ryker Lance.I dragged Stella up the grand staircase, a living inferno of rage consuming every inch of my body. My fury was a wild, roaring fire that threatened to burn this entire gilded cage to the ground. How could she stand there so calmly, so emotionlessly, and accept that girl? The very thought of her even glancing at another man, much less sharing her with one, fills me with a possessive rage so profound I want to kill every man on this earth just to ensure she has no one else to look at.And yet, there she was, with that fake, brittle smile on her face, accepting that girl. It wasn't just a simple mistake; it was a cold, calculated betrayal. The audacity of it was unacceptable. Utterly unacceptable. If she thinks for one second that my body will ever belong to anyone else, that my skin will ever touch another woman's, she's got another thing coming. I will make sure she understands, deep in her bones, that Ryker belongs to Stella and only Stella. I will engrave that tr