DESPISED AND DEVOURED BY MY STEP FATHER のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 131 - チャプター 140

Danny's POV The sunlight was practically aggressive, streaming through the massive long windows of the breakfast nook like it was trying to bleach the very life out of the expensive marble floor. I sat there, holding a cup of coffee that was way too hot, just watching Chad. Chad was wearing nothing but a plain black t-shirt that hugged his shoulders in all the right ways, he looked like he was about to command an army or take over a small country, or dominate me I don't know. He was hunched over his tablet, his thumb scrolling through whatever business he handled at 9:00 AM, but his brow was furrowed in that deep, concentrated way that always made me want to reach out and smooth it over with my thumb.Lowkey I was hoping he wasn't angry from last night, I honestly felt bad for turning him down but I just had to.Erica was slumped across from me, the literal definition of a drama queen. Her forehead was resting flat on the cold stone of the table, her arms dangling uselessly at her

Danny's POV I woke up feeling completely restless, the kind of heavy energy that makes your skin feel too tight. My brain was a broken record, replaying every single second of yesterday afternoon. Chadwick’s voice, that low gravelly rasp kept echoing in my head. You wouldn't be able to use those legs for a whole day.I groaned and pulled a pillow over my face, but I was blushing so hard I could feel the heat radiating off my cheeks. I eventually dragged myself out of bed and walked over to the long mirror. I stared at my reflection, breathing out a long, shaky sigh. I really had some high self control now, because I had almost lost it yesterday. Chad’s dick had kept poking me while he had me pinned, and it took everything in me not to just give in right there. Honestly Chad was such a delicious man, perfect in every area. I didn't care if he was in the Mafia or doing something illegal, I was ready to sign my life away so I could be with Chad forever.I hopped in the shower, trying t

Danny's POV I didn't go back to my room.Walking away from him in that hallway felt like the first time I had actually held the leash in this house, but the adrenaline was making my fingers shake. I didn't want to hide. I wanted to finish this. I marched straight into Chad’s master suite, the air in there still smelling faintly of his expensive cologne.I paced the floor, my heart thumping against my ribs. I looked at the bed, the place where he had pinned me yesterday and felt that heat crawl up my neck again. I sat on the edge of the mattress, then stood up, then sat down again. I was a nervous wreck, but I wasn't leaving until he looked at me. Really looked at me.Ten minutes felt like ten hours. Then, I heard the door click. I looked up as he walked in, and my stomach did a slow, painful flip. He looked like hell. His skin was pasty, and there was this jagged edge to his movements that I had never seen before. "Why do you look pale, Chad?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper.

Danny's POV I woke up and the first thing I felt was that heavy, sinking weight in my chest. My heart felt like it was made of lead. I couldn’t sleep well at all, I kept waking up at every hour because of Chad...no, Sanchez. Every little noise, the house settling, a distant car, the tick tick of my wall clock made me jump out of my skin. It was only 5 a.m. and the sun wasn't even out yet. The room was that depressing, even though Chad had put all my favourite in my room it didn't help right now at all. Now all I see and remember is the fact that all this luxury were bought on illegal money. I mean I knew that before.... it's just he didn't have to scream it to me. I was parched, so I decided to go get some water. I opened my door and stopped dead. I expected to see the usual lineup of guards standing like statues, but they were actually on the floor, leaning against the wall, fast asleep. "They aren't machines after all," I whispered to myself. Honestly, I felt bad for them. "Cha

Danny's POV I stayed on the edge of the mattress, eyes locked on that heavy mahogany bathroom door. Inside, the water hissed against the tiles, a loud steady roar that seemed to mock the dead silence he had left out here. My lower back was stiff, throbbing from where his dead weight had pinned me for an hour and a half. I traced the line of my ribs, my skin still hot where his iron grip had clamped down. He had those natural sleepy eyes, the kind that look soft until they don't. I was honestly expecting an apology from him, maybe about the previous day or sleeping on me but well he just solved it with a massage gun instead. The door suddenly burst open. Chad walked out, the heat from the shower rolling off him in a thick cloud. He didn't look at me. He strode straight into the dressing room, pulling a tight black long sleeve over his chest, the fabric straining against his shoulders and sliding into a pair of black trousers. The sharp expensive bite of his cologne cut through