All Chapters of Off Limit: Fucked By My Ex-fiance's Step-dad : Chapter 61 - Chapter 68

Freya.I lay sprawled on the thick carpet, chest heaving, my body limp and boneless after the brutal way I’d sucked him off. My jaw ached, my lips were swollen and shiny with spit and the last traces of his cum, and my throat still felt stretched and raw from how deep he’d fucked my face. The taste of him lingered heavy on my tongue—salty, thick, masculine. My legs were spread, bare pussy exposed and still throbbing from the shameless orgasm I’d had on his lap earlier. No panties. Just slick, dripping mess between my thighs. I couldn’t move. My legs felt like jelly, my mind foggy from the alcohol and the overwhelming high of finally having him in my mouth.The room was dead silent for some seconds except for my ragged breathing and the distant hum of the city far below the windows.Then I felt his shadow falling over me.I cracked my eyes open. Ryder was standing right there, towering above me like a god. His suit jacket was gone, shirt unbuttoned at the collar, trousers still open fr

Freya.My chest was burning with embarrassment, a hot, suffocating fire that spread up my neck and across my face until I felt like I was going to combust. Ryder was just sitting there, completely naked, his thick cock jutting upward, heavy and hard, like it was still ready for more even after everything we’d done last night. I tore my gaze away instantly, my stomach twisting violently, but the image was already burned into my mind. I didn’t want to feel aroused. I didn’t want to feel anything. But my body betrayed me anyway, a shameful throb between my legs, my nipples tightening painfully against the sheet I was clutching like a lifeline.How the hell was I supposed to handle the mess I had created? My chest squeezed so tightly it hurt to breathe, like someone was crushing my ribs. The memories slammed into me again. Fuck. It was all my fault. I had accepted to be his plaything last night, hadn’t I? I had said yes. I had wanted it.No. No. I had refused earlier, and I would still r

Freya.In order to avoid any more unnecessary drama, I quickly bent down and picked up Lila’s scattered things, her cracked phone, her bag, some documents, and handed them to her, keeping my head lowered so my face stayed hidden behind the messy hair and Ryder’s oversized shirt.She snatched everything from my hands with a sharp tug.I mumbled quickly, still looking down, “I’m sorry… it was an accident.”I tried to step away, desperate to leave, but of course Lila wasn’t ready to let me go.“You wretched bitch!” she yelled, her voice loud enough for the entire floor to hear. “You broke my phone? Do you know how much this cost? It’s worth ten times your pathetic little life, you worthless thing!”Her words sliced into me like knives. I kept my head down, refusing to look up. I didn’t want to say anything, if I did, it would only prolong this nightmare. I just wanted to leave. So I endured it, my chest burning with humiliation, my hands trembling at my sides as her insults rained down.

Freya.Even though the doctor asked me to leave, I couldn’t even move.I stood frozen against the wall, my hands clasped so tightly together that my nails dug into my palms, drawing tiny crescents of pain. My heart hammered wildly, each beat a painful thud that vibrated through my entire body. I watched helplessly as the doctor barked orders at the nurses, his voice sharp and urgent.“Get the epinephrine ready — now! Increase the oxygen flow to 15 liters. Check her vitals again. Someone get the crash cart closer!”The nurses moved in a blur around the bed, one adjusting tubes, another injecting something into the IV line, a third checking the monitors with frantic fingers. Beeps filled the room, fast and irregular, like a warning siren in my ears.“Please… God, please let her be okay,” I whispered under my breath, my voice barely audible, my whole body shaking so violently I could feel my teeth chattering.The doctor glanced at me again, his face tight with frustration. “Please leave!