All Chapters of His Sex Slave : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

‎They say time heals everything. ‎But time didn’t heal me. It only taught me how to survive.‎I stared at the silver-framed mirror hanging on the wall, my reflection blurred by a streak of dust. Same eyes. Same hollow stare. Same collar with the Light family crest pressing against my throat like a curse I couldn’t escape.‎They took everything from me.‎My mother. My sisters. My home in Springville.‎"Selene!" ‎His voice boomed again, sharp like a whip crack.‎Darius Light. The man who owned me. The man who destroyed my world and made me his personal slave.‎"Yes, Master," I answered, steady as always. As I turned to him, my heart didn’t listen—it raced.‎Twelve years, and I still couldn’t breathe right when he called. ‎But I wasn’t weak. ‎Not anymore.‎"Off with your panties!" Darius snapped loudly out of anger, pulling off his shirt. I kept trembling in fear, as my legs couldn't hold me up. I was sweating profusely even before the sex, hoping to scream and that someone would

‎Ethan’s face stayed strong, cold, and straight. For a moment, I thought he wouldn’t say anything. Then suddenly, he smiled. It was faint, almost careless, like none of it mattered to him.‎“I’m not interested,” he said calmly, his voice steady. “Whatever happened to my mother is in the past. I have no reason to search for her killer.”‎The words made my chest tighten. I stared at him, studying his face, and I knew he was hiding something. No one hears a truth like that and dismisses it so easily. Darius looked furious at first, his eyes dark with anger, but as Ethan spoke, I saw his tension ease. His jaw relaxed, and the storm in his expression slowly faded.‎Darius walked closer to the old slave and leaned down to her ear. He whispered something I couldn’t hear. Ethan’s eyes never left them. Neither did mine. Whatever Darius said seemed to drain her completely. She went quiet, her body sagging as if the strength had been pulled from her.‎Darius straightened and signaled to the guar

‎"Welcome to where you belong," the driver said, stretching out his hand. His eyes were golden, more like a pure wolf from birth.‎"Where I belong?" His words echoed again in my mind like I’d missed something important.‎I shifted my gaze to Ethan, hoping to hear from him, but he kept quiet.‎"This is not where I belong," I said sharply, still staring at Ethan who was avoiding my eyes.‎My gaze shifted back to the driver. I took a quick glance at his lean build, expecting a clue from him too. But there was none.‎"Actually, I’m Andrew. People call me Andy," he said, shifting his hands closer, still hoping I’d reach out.‎My eyes scanned him from head to toe. He wasn’t very tall, just about up to Ethan’s height, but darker, with thick eyebrows.‎"Looks like we’ve got a newbie around!"‎A girl walked elegantly out of the house. ‎Her Curly brown hair danced around her beautiful face as she looked up at me.‎She looked beautiful, but fierce.‎"Let’s go in," Ethan said softly, stretching

The hallway felt too quiet after everything, my own breath loud in my ears. That awful sound from Ethan's room still crawling under my skin. I didn't want to leave. Every part of me wanted to shove past what Tally said but her furious look had already told me exactly what would happen if I tried to ignore her.‎I walked hesitantly away from the door, my mind still tangled around the sound of Ethan falling apart. Part of me was filled with pity while the other part was curious. The elevator carried me back up in silence and I stepped out into the wide hall above, following the sound of voices and low music until I found them in what looked like a sitting room.‎Andy looked up first, a card fanned out in one hand.‎"There she is," he said, like he'd been waiting for me. "I hope Tally isn't giving you a hard time?"‎I didn't answer that. I wasn't sure of what to say.‎Matthias didn't even look up from his cards, just smirked at the table like he already knew something I didn't.‎"You shou

I woke up alone. The space beside me was cold, the sheets smoothed over like he'd been careful not to wake me when he left. For a while I just lay there, staring up at nothing, replaying the night before in my head. The way he'd looked at me. The way he'd said my name like it belonged to him too. Part of me wondered if I'd imagined all of it, if daylight had a way of taking things back that darkness gave too easily. I got dressed slowly. Unsure what version of him I'd find once I left the room. The cold one from the hallway, all clipped words and folded arms. Or whatever had cracked open between us in the dark, the version that had called me by my name like it mattered. I didn't get the chance to find out. Voices reached me before I'd even made it to the elevator. Not loud at first. Just tight, clipped, the kind of voices people use when they're trying very hard not to shout and losing that fight slowly. I slowed my steps. "Sit down, Tally." That was Andy, tired already, li