All Chapters of Soft Moans For My Mafia-Billionaire Captor: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

LUCIEN BLACKWOOD╭⋟────────────╮Should I just kill him?A weak, sniveling man who controls Ruyi without chains, without spoken threats, without even raising his voice. A man you still hold loyal to your bleeding heart, letting him drain you dry while you hope and call it love.I stood in the shadowed corner of the private hospital room, my arms folded, watching Ruyi sleep.No. Killing him would be too easy and convenient. And it would destroy you in the cruelest way, It would poison you from the inside until there was nothing left but ash. I couldn't let your fragile kind heart go through this, But if the roles were reversed… would he suffer the same? Or would he simply find another warm body to crawl into?There had to be a worse punishment.What if she forgot him completely? What if she grew apathetic, as if he had never existed? What if he woke up one day and realized the woman he took for granted was gone — not dead, but erased from her own heart?The private hospital room w

RUYI WYNTER ❦ The doctor had come to check up on me, and narrated that I was almost hit by a truck and a good Samaritan had jumped and saved me from the impact, we both fell to the ground and I passed out from there.The doctor didn't disclose who it was, but I was with the hydrangea guy yesterday night, it has to be him, I remember he was walking me home, I tried hard to recall… but the memories were reeling in my head and it felt like a part of it was missing… a part my brain was blocking me from remembering.That's why I couldn't recall who brought me here and how I even had an accident when I remember climbing my apartment stairs, My phone buzzed in my hand, pulling me out of it. I glanced down, my heart instinctively skipping—It was from Jace… I opened the message.“I heard you are okay now so I shouldn’t bother coming to the hospital… I have to be at work, goodbye.”I stared at the screen. It was the only reply I got, despite all the other messages I sent telling him I was d

RUYI WYNTER ❦ The woman led me into the luxurious bathroom attached to the living area. It was all marble and soft lighting, with a massive glass shower that looked like it belonged in a luxury hotel suite. She stopped at the entrance and turned to me, her posture straight and elegant.“Help yourself,” she said in a cold, clipped tone, gesturing toward the shower. “Towels and everything you need are inside.”I hesitated for a second, still feeling exposed in the short white robe. My body was sticky from Lucien’s slow fucking, my thighs still damp, my pussy tender and leaking. I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to ask for privacy or if she was expected to stay.The woman’s eyes narrowed slightly at my pause.“Do you want me to bathe you?” she asked suddenly, her voice sharp and laced with clear disdain. “Is that what you expect? For someone to wash the Lord’s mess off your body?”I flinched at the coldness in her tone. It wasn’t loud or hysterical — it was mature, like she had been holdi

RUYI WYNTER ❦ The exotic car door closed quietly behind me as Lucien's man drove away. The thick evening air surrounding our block. It was dark, the streetlights flickering in their usual tired way. The light drizzle of the rain had passed, leaving the pavement slick and smelling of wet concrete. I gripped the strap of my small bag, my other hand instinctively reaching for my ribs, I was finally back at the apartment complex, Jace was not home, I didn’t even need to open the door to know it. The apartment was dark, quiet, breathing with the lonely emptiness I had grown so used to. I walked inside, My mind felt like a frayed, tangled ribbon. I couldn't remember how the accident happened. There was a flash of light and I was out, but the real pain wasn't in my ribs. It was the fact that Jace never came to the hospital to see me. ❧❧❧ I needed a shower, I walked into the bathroom and started to undress, reaching for the laundry basket near the tub. And then I saw some of my h

unedited SERAI don’t remember falling asleep last night. One minute I was curled on the cold stone floor after the club, body aching, pussy still leaking Alessio’s cum down my thighs, the next thing I knew sunlight stabbed through the high window and woke me up. My wrists were free now—no more chains—but the collar stayed locked around my throat, heavy and cold. The brand on my hip throbbed every time I moved, a constant reminder of his initials burned into me forever.The door opened without a knock. Alessio walked in carrying a black leather case. He looked calm, almost bored, like this was just another Tuesday for him. He set the case on the low table, clicked it open. Inside: a slim hunting knife with a razor edge, a small bottle of oil, rope, and a thick black vibrator that made my stomach twist.He didn’t speak at first. Just stared at me where I sat against the wall, knees drawn up, trying to cover myself even though he’d already seen everything. Naked. Marked. Used.“Stand