All Chapters of Off Limit: Fucked By My Ex-fiance's Step-dad : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Freya.He pulled his fingers out. The sudden emptiness hit me like a physical thing, a hollow, bereft ache that made my hips chase forward on instinct, chasing something that was already gone. A small, embarrassing whine escaped my throat before I could stop it.I looked up, meeting his.His lips curved into an amusing smirk ike I'd done exactly what he expected me to do and he found it deeply entertaining.I opened my mouth to say something.Then I saw his hand. He raised his fingers in front of my face, slowly. They glistened under the shower light, slick and dripping with my wetness, and my brain short-circuited so completely that for a full second I just stared at them like I'd forgotten what fingers were."Lick it."The words landed in my stomach like a dropped stone.I'm sorry what.Heat spread across my face so fast my vision swam. The thought of putting those fingers in my mouth, of tasting myself on his skin made something twist low in my belly that I had absolutely no framew

FreyaThe hot water kept pounding down on us like a second heartbeat, loud and relentless, drowning out everything except the filthy sounds of Ryder’s three thick fingers stretching my married cunt. My legs were shaking so badly I could barely stand. I was right there, right on the fucking edge, my clit throbbing against his thumb while he sucked my nipples raw.“Please, Ryder…” I begged, my voice cracking. My hands fisted tighter in his wet hair, trying to pull his mouth harder onto my breast. “I need to cum. I’m so close it hurts.”He released my nipple with a wet, obscene pop and straightened up, water streaming down his sharp jaw. His eyes were almost black with lust as he looked at me, still slowly pumping those three fingers in and out of my dripping hole.“Not yet, bunny,” he growled, voice low and dangerous. “This little cunt doesn’t get to cum until I say it does. You understand me?”I whimpered, nodding frantically. “Yes… yes, it’s yours. My pussy is yours.”“Damn right it i

Freya.It's been a week.A whole week since I moved into Ryder's house, and honestly? I'm still not sure how I feel about that. The man is insufferable on a good day. Living under the same roof as him is a entirely different sport.He told me to stay home from work. Told me, like I was a child who needed a nap schedule. I refused, obviously. I'm not the kind of person who just sits around watching the ceiling while life moves without me. I told him exactly that.He didn't listen.Because Ryder Hawthorne doesn't listen. He just does whatever he likes. Absolute loggerhead. I don't know how his employees that has been working with him for a long time haven't collectively lost their minds.So here I am now. Roaming around jobless Though if I'm being honest with myself, which I try not to be too often, it's exhausting. Part of the reason I haven't gone back yet is Lila.Not because I'm scared of her. Let me be very clear about that. I am not scared of Lila. What I am is patient. There's a

HeleneI sat right in the middle of the flowing gutter, the filthy water soaking through my white designer dress, turning it into a disgusting, clinging mess that stuck to my skin like glue. My hair was matted and messy, strands plastered to my face, and the stench — God, the stench — was unbearable, a mix of rotten food, sewage, and god-knows-what else that made my stomach churn violently.What the fucking hell.My hands trembled as I tried to push myself up, but the slippery surface made me slide back down with a splash. The worst part wasn’t even the smell or the cold water seeping into my bones. What pained me the most was the way Freya had smiled — that smug, satisfied little wink she gave me right after she purposely slammed her shoulder into me.Jesus!And to make it worse, the fans who had been hailing me just minutes ago, screaming my name, taking pictures, calling me their queen were now secretly laughing behind their phones, snapping more photos. I could hear the quiet snic

FreyaIt was morning.I was still deep in sleep when the sudden, insistent buzz of my phone jolted me awake. I groaned softly, my body heavy and reluctant as I squinted against the bright light filtering through the curtains. A wide yawn escaped me, my arms stretching lazily above my head before I reached for the phone on the bedside table.Huh? Zoey. Why was she suddenly calling so early?I swiped to answer, my voice still thick with sleep and playful teasing.“I see you can really spend a few hours without me, huh?”Instead of her usual laugh, Zoey’s voice came through urgent and panicked.“I don’t fucking have time for jokes this morning. I called you several times and you didn’t pick. Check the social media now! I’ll call you back.”The line went dead.I blinked, confusion washing over me like cold water. My brows furrowed deeply as I stared at the screen. Why was Zoey panicking like that? Her voice had been sharp, almost trembling with urgency. My stomach twisted uncomfortably, a