Semua Bab Off Limit: Fucked By My Ex-fiance's Step-dad : Bab 41 - Bab 50

Ryder.Seeing him still alive and breathing made my skin crawl with disgust. I wished I could end him right then and there, wrap my hands around his neck until the light left his eyes.The bastard shook his head frantically, words tumbling out in a desperate, pathetic stammer.“My lord, I—I meant no harm! It was only a glance, a moment of admiration for her beauty—”“Admiration?” My laugh came out sharp and humorless. I tightened my grip on his throat until his face turned red. “And you touched her?”He started choking, eyes bulging, gasping for air like a dying fish. But I didn’t want him dead yet. He was still useful.I released his neck. He collapsed forward, coughing violently as he tried to suck in air.I sat back down in the rocking chair, leaning forward with both arms resting on my knees, gazing at him with pure darkness in my eyes.“You know… I should kill you right now.”His eyes snapped up in terror. He shook his head wildly, trembling for his life.I let the silence stretc

Freya The second I stepped into the office, the air felt wrong, thick, heavy, like everyone was holding their breath just to watch me. Heads turned. Eyes locked on me from every direction. I slowed down, my steps faltering as whispers slithered through the open floor. My skin prickled. My stomach twisted into a tight, sick knot.What the hell is wrong with everyone?Did I suddenly become the most beautiful woman alive? Or did I walk in with clown paint smeared across my face? Their stares burned, some curious, some judgmental, some downright nasty. I could hear the low murmurs, too quiet to catch the words, but loud enough to make my chest feel tight and my throat dry. Confusion crawled up my spine, hot and itchy. I shook my head hard, trying to shove it all away.People will always talk. It’s nothing new. Just keep walking.My legs were still sore from this morning, that deep, aching reminder of Ryder buried inside me, of sitting on his face while he devoured my pussy until I came u

Freya.I couldn’t sit still in my office anymore.The thought that Ryder might have had someone murdered made my stomach churn violently, a sick, heavy dread that refused to loosen its grip. My hands were clammy, my chest tight, and every breath felt shallow. Could he really be a demon? The question kept circling in my head, darker and more terrifying each time. I needed answers. I needed to look him in the eyes and hear the truth, no matter how ugly it was.So here I was, standing outside his office door, fidgeting like a nervous wreck, shifting my weight from one foot to the other, heart hammering so loudly I was sure he could hear it through the glass. Should I go in? Should I turn around and pretend none of this was happening? My mind was a chaotic mess of fear and desperate curiosity.Before I could make up my mind, his deep, baritone voice cut through the door.“How many hours do you plan on standing there?”My breath hitched sharply. A cold shiver crawled up my spine, followe

Freya.I stormed out of Ryder’s office, fury burning through my veins like wildfire. My hands were clenched so tight my nails dug into my palms, and my heart was pounding so hard it felt like it would burst.How dare he?What the hell did he think of me? A whore? A slut? A personal prostitute he could just claim whenever he wanted? What the fucking hell was wrong with him? He actually had the audacity to ask me — me— to be his personal plaything? Was he crazy? Or was I the crazy one for ever getting involved with a man like him? Humiliation crashed over me in hot, suffocating waves. I felt disgusting. Dirty. Never in my entire life had I imagined I would be reduced to this. I was his stepson’s ex-fiancée, for crying out loud. What would the world say if they found out? That I broke up with the son and then became a slut for the father? How does that even sound? Disgusting. Grimy. Pathetic.Hmph.I was sure now, he had only made me his assistant so he could fuck me whenever he felt li

DylanFor the past one week now, I've been calling Freya but she refused to answer my calls. Why does she always have to be so fucking arrogant?What’s with this attitude of hers? I thought if I punished her a little for the disgusting scene she made on our wedding day and for sleeping with my dad out of spite, she’d finally come to her senses and come crawling back, begging for my forgiveness.But no. Everything went the opposite way.I even bought half the shares of the company she was working for with my own money, just so I could fire her. I wanted to watch her break, watch her beg me for mercy. I was so sure she’d come running back.I was wrong.Instead, she did exactly what I told her in anger that day.I still remember the words I spat at her: “Didn’t you say my dad’s cock tastes better? Then go to him for a job.”And she actually did it. She went to him. She became his assistant.What the fucking hell?I wouldn’t have even known if I hadn’t sent two of my men to follow her. J