The Bait, The Ruin のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

DAHLIA'S POVI hear the water bottle fall on the floor. I am not sure when it slips from my hand. My heart is hammering so hard it feels like it might break out of my chest, and my hands are shaking, but my fingers are digging into his hair, ruffling it as I try to pull him even closer.He sighs into my mouth, as if he is relieved. He feels relaxed and calm. I pull away slightly and look into his eyes, desperately needing to know that this is real, that he feels the same way I do.I have my doubts about the kind of person he is and the real reason why I am here, but one thing seems so clear right now: he wants me, and I want to let him have me. That is how crazily jumbled up my thoughts are.“Fuck, Dahlia…” he presses me harder against him and kisses me deeply.His hands travel around my body, feeling every curve and caressing the shape of me. My hands are around his neck, my fingers tangled in his soft dark hair, tugging and pulling.He lifts me off the floor and my legs wrap around

DAHLIA'S POVAs he slowly pushes his boxers down and kicks them aside, my breath catches in my throat. He stands completely naked in front of me, and every inch of him looks like he was carved by someone who knows exactly what a woman dreams about in the dark.My eyes move slowly over his naked body and my heart starts beating faster. He is tall and strong, with wide shoulders and arms that look powerful enough to hold me tight. His chest is firm and smooth, rising and falling with every breath.But it is his stomach that makes my mouth go dry. His abs are perfect, six tight, hard muscles that form deep lines down his belly. They look so strong, like warm stone under his skin. A sharp V-shape points downward, leading my eyes to the thick, long part of him that stands erect, heavy and ready, precum dripping from it, making me swallow and close my legs tighter.His legs are long and muscular, especially his thighs, which look powerful and smooth. Everything about him is hard and athleti

DAHLIA'S POV“Did we move houses? Where's Daddy?” Cleo's tiny voice asks and I stiffen.“Uh, we moved out of that little apartment and now we are in a penthouse.” I reply, not knowing what else to do or say.“Okay.” She nods, still looking around her. “Where's Dad and Robert? And who are these people?” She asks again, looking at Nani and Wells.Still at a loss for words, I don't hear Mr. Chane come to us until he is standing beside me.“My name is Wellington Chane. I am a friend of your mother and I own this big house.” He answers, then points at Nani. “That's Naniska, my sister.” “Okay. So you're like the landlord?” She asks innocently, planting her hands on her hips.“Yes, you can say that. It's nice to see you getting better, Cleo. Now I can get to know you properly,” “Well, me too. So do Dad and Robert live with us too?” She looks up at me. I am already standing, giving room for Mr. Chane.“The thing is…”“They don't. Your father is so busy that he rarely visits, but you can cou

DAHLIA'S POVI swivel around in the car seat, the seatbelt tightening across my small body, biting into my shoulder as the movement jerks me sideways. The world outside the window feels too fast and loud. The black car is right behind us, very close and aggressive, and even at my age, I can tell it isn’t normal. It’s not just following. It’s hunting.It swerves suddenly, trying to overtake us, but not in a safe way. It edges too close to our car, like it wants to push us off the road, or make my mother lose control and crash into the ditch lining the lonely highway.My heart starts pounding, loud and heavy in my chest, and I grip the edge of my seat.“Wear this, sweetheart. It’s your favorite song.” My mother’s voice cuts through the tension, calm but forced. I feel her hand brush my cheek as she places the headphones over my ears, covering them completely.I don’t have a favorite song.But I love dancing to Barbie Girl, so Mom says that means it’s my favorite. She always smiles when

DAHLIA'S POV“Your ID, ma’am?”Oh, fuck me sideways.Curiosity brought me here, and it would be completely useless if I don’t find out whatever the person sending me those messages wants me to see. I’ve already gone too far to turn back now, and the thought of leaving without answers makes my chest tighten in frustration.The two security officers standing at the front entrance look even more unrelenting than the guy at the back, but still, he’s just as stubborn, his smile nothing but a polished lie hiding whatever intentions he has underneath.I’ve lived in this neighborhood almost all my life, yet I have never stepped into Angelo’s, or any other clubhouse around here for that matter. But today, I left my sick daughter behind, lied to my best friend, all because of a stupid, anonymous text.I have completely lost my mind.“Uhm, I am here on invitation, Dom,” I try again, mimicking exactly what another girl did just moments ago to get past him.He’s wearing a name tag, and the girl de