《She's Mine Don't Touch 》全部章節：第 21 章 - 第 28 章

His words echoed in her skull like a dark mantra she couldn't shake."When i say take my cock, Little moonlight, i don't mean fifty percent..."How his fingers flexed against her lips."I mean take all of it. Fucking take it all, Drench me. Milk my cock with your saliva until I'm dripping down your throat and you're choking on every last drop".A beat of silence.His thumb dragged slow and deliberate along the seam of her mouth, possessive, claiming the soft flesh as his."Understand?"Her wide, glassy eyes, still wet from earlier tears, stayed glued to his.She gave one small, trembling nod. Obedient. Burning.He smiled then, slow, vicious, the kind of smile that promised ruin wrapped in velvet."Good girl."He withdrew his hand from her lips like he was reluctantly relinquishing a favorite toy.He stood up.Scooping her up from the cold attic floor in one fluid, effortless motion, one arm hooked beneath her knees, the other wrapped firmly around her throat. Not strangling. Just hold

A low chuckle slipped from his lips against hers, vibrating through the kiss, dark, amused, dangerous.She was just about to snap at him again when something twisted sharply in her throat.Not now.Her breath hitched. Heat turned to nausea in an instant.She tore away from his lips, palm flying to her mouth as her stomach lurched violently.Fuck. Not today.His gaze locked onto her, a question already forming, but the moment her palm clamped over her mouth, he stilled.Understanding slid in, slow and certain, darkly intimate. Their child had interrupted them, cutting through the kiss and claiming her body before he could.A faint, knowing look crossed his face as he watched her, tense, unsteady, fighting the sudden wave.He didn't need to ask; he already knew."Should I esc...."He didn't get the words out before she shook her head, already moving, slipping off the counter and bolting toward the stairs. Her steps were hurried, uneven, desperation driving her forward.Halfway up, she c

Ivana strode toward the mansion doors with lethal grace, each click of her heels echoing like a warning. She rang the bell twice. The heavy doors slid open, revealing two maids who bowed deeply in practiced deference. She gave them a curt nod and swept inside without a word. The doors sealed shut behind her with a final, ominous click, leaving her alone in the vast living room.Her emerald eyes swept over the space with cold detachment, this house that had once pretended to be home.Framed photographs lined the walls like carefully curated lies: perfect smiles, warm embraces, the illusion of a devoted family.She stared at them with open disgust, her gaze hollow. If only the world knew the rot festering beneath those polished surfaces. If only they understood the monster wearing the mask of Mr. Louis Moore, pillar of society, old-money aristocrat, a silent demon cloaked in humility.A snake among saints. The cruelest man she had ever known.The real darkness hadn't begun at her bir

Ivana stirred awake slowly, her lashes fluttering open like a secret she wasn't ready to reveal. Her body felt heavy, deliciously languid, still humming with the remnants of deep, satisfied sleep. She stretched with a soft sigh, arching her back against what she expected to be the cool silk sheets of their king-sized bed. Instead, her fingers sank into firm, buttery leather.A low, constant hum vibrated through her bones—not the quiet hush of their bedroom, but the powerful, steady thrum of jet engines. The air was thick with Him: warm melted chocolate, sweet strawberries, and that darker, masculine undertone with a playful edge that always made her thighs clench. His cologne wrapped around her like a possessive claim.Confusion sliced through the haze like cold water. She sat up abruptly, heart pounding, blinking against the dim amber lighting of the cabin. Her eyes flicked upward to the sleek, polished ceiling with its thin strips of recessed golden lights. This wasn't their bed