Todos os capítulos de CUM-STURBATION: 20 DADDIES—FORBIDDEN TO THE LAST DROP : Capítulo 101 - Capítulo 110

The women led me down a hallway that felt endless. When they opened the doors to the bedroom, I forgot how to breathe. It was gigantic. The bed sat in the middle like a plush island of milk silk and chocolate."You must not dress before you sleep, Lady Uriel," one of the women said. Her voice was flat, like she was reading a grocery list. "In this house, you sleep without clothes. Those are the rules."Nakedness. I would have questioned that, but I was too weak to fight. My ribs throbbed with every breath, and my split lip felt like it was on fire. They brought me a tray of food—my favorite food. At that point, I didn't know how much of me this man knew, but he seemed to know everything.They brought me a small glass of blue liquid. "For the pain," they told me. I drank it. Within minutes, the world turned fuzzy and warm. I sank into the massive bed, the silk cool against my skin, and fell into a deep, drug-induced sleep.I woke up slow the next morning. The room was dim, with heavy c

The women dressed me like I was a prize to be auctioned. They chose a dress of midnight blue that clung to my skin like a second coat of oil. It was cut so low in the back that it exposed the dip of my spine, and the front left nothing to the imagination. Every time I breathed, the fabric strained against my breasts. I looked like a goddess, but also, I felt like a lamb being prepared for the altar.When I stepped outside, Xercer was leaning against a black car. His eyes didn't just look at me; they devoured me. They started at my ankles, moved up the curve of my calves, lingered on the flare of my hips, and finally settled on my chest. I felt a flush of heat spread across my skin under his heavy gaze. He didn't say a word. He just opened the door and signaled for me to get in.We drove in silence until we reached a building that looked like a fortress. The first floor was total chaos, music blaring, people shouting, the smell of smoke and sweat. But as soon as Xercer stepped inside,

The ride home felt like a dream. After the fire and the blood of that club, the silence of the mansion was heavy. The next day went by like a ghost. I didn't see him. I didn't hear his voice. I stayed in that massive room, feeling the phantom gaze of his eyes on my skin. I felt like a bird waiting for its master to whistle.Then, a knock came.One of the maids stood there, her face as blank as a fresh sheet of paper. "Lord Xercer wants you to join him for a movie," she said.I felt a spark of hope. Maybe this was a chance. Maybe I could talk to her. "Wait," I said, catching her arm. "Please… I have some questions."“I'm not allowed to answer anything that hasn't been asked for me to say.”I ignored her. “How many women have been here before me? How many girls has he brought to this room?" i asked. because I had to. I needed to know if this was how he does his things. Needed to know how many people had lay on this bed waiting for time to blur by befoee they went home.The maid looked a

The next morning, the sun was bright, but the mansion felt colder than ever. I was still curled under the silk sheets when three sharp, heavy thuds echoed through the room. The sound of knuckles hitting solid oak made my heart jump into my throat. "Breakfast is served, Miss Uriel. Lord Xercer is waiting," a deep voice called from the other side of the wood. I didn't answer, but the door handle turned. The guard stepped inside, his face like stone, his black suit perfectly pressed. He didn't look at me; he simply stood by the door and gestured toward the hallway. I got up, my legs feeling heavy, and followed his silent shadow down the grand stairs to a dining room that was far too big for just two people. The table was covered in food. There were platters of well-fried chicken, golden and crispy, bowls of fresh fruit, and warm bread. I sat down and started to eat, my hunger finally winning over my fear. I was so focused on the food that I didn't hear the door open. I didn't hear the

I fell into a deep, heavy sleep after the shower. It was the kind of sleep that feels like drowning. When my eyes finally blinked open, the room was draped in heavy, orange shadows. I sat up, my head spinning, and looked at the clock on the wall. It was evening. The realization hit me like a physical blow. Time was ticking. I only had a few hours left of my ninety-six. Back at the cafe, my friends and family must be losing their minds. They probably think I’m dead, not knowing I’m trapped in a gilded cage by a man who treats souls like trading cards. "Finally awake?" The voice came from the darkest corner of the room. I gasped, clutching the silk sheets to my chest. I hadn't even noticed him. Xercer was sitting in a velvet armchair, his long legs crossed, his eyes glowing like an animal's in the dim light. He had been sitting there in the dark, watching me sleep. The thought made my skin crawl and burn at the same time. "Get dressed," he commanded, his voice a low vibratio