Todos os capítulos de Off Limit: Claimed By My Ex-fiance's Step-dad : Capítulo 131 - Capítulo 140

~~~Freya~~~I was still trembling on Ryder’s lap, my body buzzing from everything he’d already done to me. His words echoed in my ears, low and rough, dripping with that commanding hunger that always made my stomach flip.“I want that tight little pussy wrapped around my cock, bunny. Right now.”A fresh wave of heat flooded between my thighs. I was soaked, aching, drunk on him and the wine and the sheer filth of the moment.“Yes,” I whispered, voice shaky but certain. “I want it too, Ryder. I want you inside me.”I pushed myself up on shaky legs, standing between his spread thighs. My hands trembled as I reached under the hem of my gown. I hooked my fingers into the waistband of my soaked panties and slowly dragged them down my legs, stepping out of them one foot at a time. The cool study air kissed my bare, dripping cunt. I was completely exposed under the gown. I gathered the soft fabric and lifted it high around my waist, bunching it up so he could see everything.Ryder’s eyes dark

~~~Ryder~~~I was twelve again.The floor was cold and sticky beneath my bare feet. The metallic smell of blood filled my lungs, thick and suffocating. My parents lay motionless in front of me, their bodies twisted in a dark, glistening pool of blood that spread across the marble like spilled ink.“Mom… Dad…” My voice came out small, trembling.Then their eyes snapped open.They rose slowly, jerkily, like broken puppets pulled by invisible strings. Blood soaked their clothes, dripped from their hair, ran down their faces in thick rivulets. Their eyes were wide, unnaturally large, glowing with something inhuman. Their lips peeled back into grotesque smiles, teeth flashing red.“You killed us,” my mother whispered, her voice distorted, echoing.My father took a step forward, leaving bloody footprints. “Why did you kill us, Ryder?”I stumbled backward, falling hard onto the floor. “I didn’t! It was a mistake! I didn’t mean to—”They kept walking toward me, slow and deliberate, hands reac

~~~Freya~~~Ryder stood at the entrance of the kitchen, his eyes dark and unreadable. He had changed into a simple black shirt and sweatpants, his hair still damp from the shower. His presence filled the entire room.Nanny Grace went quiet immediately.Ryder’s gaze was locked on me — intense, heavy, and full of something I couldn’t quite name.My heart was pounding so hard I thought it might crack my ribs.Did he hear us?The question kept screaming in my head. I was prying into his past, digging up shit he clearly didn’t want anyone touching. He was already pissed at me this morning. What if he’s even angrier now?My hands started trembling. I couldn’t stop them. Ryder stepped into the kitchen, his eyes locked straight on me. That cold, intense stare made my stomach drop. I instinctively lifted one hand to my throat, fingers brushing over the tender bruises he’d left there.What the hell is he going to do now?Nanny Grace looked terrified beside me, like she’d just been caught commit

~~~Freya~~~Two weeks later and honestly? Shit has been weirdly peaceful.I wake up most mornings tangled in Ryder’s sheets, still sore in the best way. We get ready, head to the office, and slip right back into our roles like nothing ever happened. Ryder’s usually already in his zone by the time I get there — sitting behind that massive desk, looking every inch the ruthless CEO with his cold face and sharp suit. I do my part as his assistant: files, meetings, schedules, pretending I’m just the competent girl who's just a simple assistant.Then the second the door locks or the last person leaves, we drop the act completely.We fuck like we didn’t just spend hours acting professional. Sometimes it’s fast and rough on his desk. Sometimes it’s slower, him taking his time like he wants to memorize every sound I make. It’s insane how easily we switch between “Mr. Hawthorne and Miss Lennox” to this raw, desperate version of us.After that… we just exist together without the world trying to

~~~Ryder~~~Two weeks have passed since that whole mess went down, and I still feel like shit about it. We should’ve broken up that night. Hell, I was ready to let her walk if that’s what will protect her from the beast in me. But Freya? She fought like hell — coaxed me, argued with me, even threatened to end her own life if I pushed her away. In the end, like always, it all crashed into bed and we fucked the pain away.A low chuckle slipped out of my throat as I stared at her.. I’ve really changed a lot. Never in my forty-three years did I think I’d be the type to plan a surprise birthday for a woman, or feel this strange warmth in my chest that I don’t even have a name for. But here the fuck we are.I used to think destiny had me cursed to nothing but darkness. Cold. Empty. No light, no warmth — just power, blood, and shadows. Then Freya crashed into my life like a goddamn wildfire and lit everything up. I’d found out she never celebrated it. It was usually her worst day of the yea