Semua Bab Off Limit: Fucked By My Ex-fiance's Step-dad : Bab 111 - Bab 120

RyderFuck, the taste of her still coated my tongue—sweet, hot pussy mixed with the sharp chill of melted ice and whiskey. Freya was a wrecked, beautiful mess beneath me. Her chest heaved, those perfect tits rising and falling with every desperate breath. Her legs were still splayed wide open like she couldn’t remember how to close them. Her cunt glistened, puffy and red from the brutal way I’d sucked and licked her through that last orgasm. A thick trail of her cream and ice water leaked from her stretched hole, running down over her tight little asshole and soaking the sheets.She looked like a woman who’d just been ruined. Well, she's ruined already.And I wasn’t even close to done with her.I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, tasting her again, and rose up on my knees between her trembling thighs. My cock was rock-hard, throbbing angrily against my stomach. The thick vein running underneath pulsed visibly, the fat head already leaking precum like a faucet. I wrapped my fis

FreyaTwo days later and my body still remembered every single thing he did to me.I stepped into the elevator with Ryder and Devon., my body still tender in places I didn’t want to think about right now. My main reason for coming to the office today wasn’t work. It was Lila. I was going to teach that woman a lesson she would never forget for what she did to me last time.But as the elevator doors closed, memories of that night flooded back without warning.Jesus… I couldn’t even walk properly yesterday. My legs had been shaking so badly I could barely stand. Ryder had to carry me to the bathroom, wash me gently with his own hands, then carry me downstairs again just so I could eat. That man was an absolute machine. In fact, an animal.He never got tired. If he wanted to, he could have sex forty times a day and still ask for more. Yesterday morning he had still tried to fuck me again, his hands already sliding between my thighs. I had to literally beg him to stop because every inch

LilaOf course this wasn’t enough for her.This little bitch just had to add salt to my already bleeding wound.I was still on my knees, nose pressed to the cold floor, when Freya’s sweet, poisonous voice came again.“Did you suddenly lose your ability to speak? Spit out the words, Lila.”Anger boiled violently in my veins. My hands clenched into fists against the floor. How dare she speak to me like that? After everything?The words flew out of my mouth before I could stop them.“Shut up, you bitch.”Crack!A sharp, stinging slap landed across my face.My head snapped to the side. I clutched my burning cheek, eyes wide with shock. Freya… that little whore just slapped me.Before I could even react, she tilted her head, cupping my stinging cheek with fake gentleness. Her smile was so wide, so satisfied, it made my stomach twist.“Have you forgotten what the President said?” she asked softly, almost kindly. “He told you not to use vulgar words. If he found out, you might lose your tong

Helene Two and a half weeks.Two and a half fucking weeks since that nightmare at Vellmont Galleria, and the humiliation still sat in my chest like a knife that wouldn’t come out. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw myself crawling on that cold marble floor, forehead bleeding, calling myself a worthless stinky trash in front of everyone. The wound on my forehead had healed into an ugly scar, but the real damage ran deeper. It felt like Freya had shoved a dagger straight into my heart and twisted it. That wound refused to close. And it wouldn’t, not until I finally destroyed her.Tonight was that night.I stared at my reflection in the car mirror, layering on even more concealer. The scar still looked jagged if you looked too close. Without all this makeup, people would’ve laughed at how fucked up my face was now. I smoothed everything out one last time and forced a smile. It looked real enough.Everything would be fine. Tonight was the Elite Royal School Grand Reunion. The biggest one

Helene.After the chaos of the paparazzi outside, we finally stepped into the grand ballroom. and the sight hit me hard. The place looked insane, massive chandeliers dripping with crystals, soft golden lighting, elegant round tables covered in black and gold decor. Old classmates were everywhere, dressed to impress, laughing, taking selfies, and catching up like the last few years never happened.For a second, it felt good. Like old times.I stayed close to Dylan, smiling politely as people greeted me. Some were genuinely surprised at how I looked now. Others were clearly fishing for information. I kept my answers short and calm.But I could feel eyes drifting the entire time.Dylan’s eyes. They weren't on me. They were on Freya’s. He couldn’t stop staring. Even as we walked through the crowd, his gaze followed her like a damn magnet. Even while standing beside me, his gaze kept drifting back to her. Every time their eyes met, he looked away quickly, but not fast enough. I noticed ev