《Fifty Shades of Desire: A Collection of Lust and Love》全部章節：第 31 章 - 第 40 章

I couldn’t stay in the bedroom.I grabbed a glass of water from the kitchen and sat on the floor behind the island, my back against the cool cabinet doors, knees pulled to my chest.The glass sat untouched beside me. I couldn’t drink. I couldn’t think straight. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw him, the body, the blood spreading slowly across the room.The creaks of the house made me flinch, and every gust of wind against the windows sounded like the footsteps of the dead.I thought about calling the police. I even picked up my phone twice. But what would I say? There’s a dead man in the bedroom, and the person who killed him left me here alone while he went to the docks to kill someone else? They wouldn’t save me. They’d probably arrest me. In Ace’s world, the law was a language nobody spoke.So I sat and waited. And the grey morning light slowly gave way to a harsh, bright afternoon.The back door groaned.I was on my feet before I even registered moving, the knife raised, my heart

The air in the hallway was thick and heavy with the scent of expensive floor wax. It felt suffocating, pressing against my lungs as I stood frozen in the shadows.“URGH.” The sound was low, guttural, and it made the hair on my arms stand up.My eyes widened, fixed on the sliver of light spilling from my mother’s bedroom. Through that tiny crack, I watched her, my mother, screaming and moaning while my stepfather, Dave, took her from behind.The sight was hypnotic. Her face was flushed a deep, bruised crimson, filled with a raw lust I had never seen in her before. A thin trail of saliva dripped from the corner of her mouth, glistening under the warm glow of the bedside lamp.She wasn’t just enduring it; she was enjoying it—clearly, desperately. My heart hammered against my ribs, each pulse echoing in my ears as I peered through that slight, forbidden crack in the door.I knew this was wrong. Every moral fiber in my body told me to turn around, to walk back to my room and bury my head u

The drive to Hunter’s apartment felt like a blur. My hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly that my knuckles turned white.Even with the air conditioning blasting, the heat in my skin wouldn’t fade. Every time I shifted gears, I felt the phantom weight of Dave’s hands on my hips.I hated it. I hated how much I wanted a man who was supposed to be my father figure.Hunter’s place was a small, messy studio near the college campus. When I pulled up, he was already waiting at the door, leaning against the frame with a hopeful smile.Hunter was handsome in a safe way—blonde hair, blue eyes, and a lean build. He was the kind of guy you brought home to meet your mother.But he wasn’t Dave.“Snow! You’re actually here,” Hunter said, pulling me into a hug as soon as I walked towards him.He smelled of laundry detergent and cheap body spray. It was a clean smell, but it didn’t make my blood boil the way Dave’s scent did.I forced a smile and leaned into him, desperate to feel something, any

The weeks that followed were the quietest kind of torture.That evening, Dave didn’t mention anything. Not once. There was no blackmail, no icy glares across the dinner table, no subtle cruelty designed to make me squirm.He remained exactly who he had always been: an attentive husband to my mother and a distant, polite stepfather to me.That was what broke me. Not his anger, but his indifference.He had witnessed my unraveling, felt my kisses on his neck, and heard me whisper things I had never shared with anyone, and yet, these intimate moments did not even disrupt his morning routine.He casually ate his breakfast, inquired about my mother’s charity committee, and moved around the house with a calm and unsettling confidence.For the first time, I understood the difference between being invisible because you chose to be, and being invisible because you didn’t matter.I, on the other hand, was falling apart.I started staying out later with Hunter. I told myself it was practical—the

Without warning, he shoved his tongue back inside me, drawing out a long, breathless moan. “I love it, Daddy. Yes… yes… more.”I was a fucking mess under him. Dave’s tongue inside me drove me wild. I never knew I could be this kind of loose girl, but under Dave, my body wasn’t my own anymore.He picked up his pace, his tongue flicking and thrusting at a monstrous pace. I grabbed his hair, screaming and moaning as the tension built to a breaking point.“I’m cumming!” I was high on lust, my eyes rolling. I could feel my release threatening to burst. “I’m cumm—” I couldn’t finish before I emptied myself right into Dave’s mouth.My back hit the bed, and I was gasping for air. I was well spent. I could hear the wet sounds of Dave lapping up all my juices.After drinking everything, he looked up. I could see my juices dripping at the corner of his lips. Damn it, he looked so sexy. He looked like a god of sin.“I love it,” I breathed out. I watched him lustfully as he licked the corner of hi