All Chapters of C*nt Of Demand: 60 Shades Of Pure Evil: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Sasha’s POV His hand was around my throat and my wrists were bound to the headboard when the next argument tore out of me.“Harder,” I gasped, hips rolling up to meet every deep thrust. “If you’re going to take it, then fucking take it.”“Greedy girl.” His voice was wrecked already. He drove into me harder, the wet sound of it loud and filthy in the room. “Look at you. Tied up and still giving orders.”The silk restraints bit into my skin in the best way. Not too tight. Just enough that I couldn’t touch him the way I wanted. Every time he bottomed out a broken sound ripped from my throat. He caught it with his mouth, kissed me like he was starving, then bit down on my lower lip hard enough to sting.“You feel that?” he rasped against my mouth. “How perfect you take me? Years I waited to be back inside you. Years.”“Then stop talking and fuck me like you mean it.”He laughed, dark and rough, and the angle changed. One hand stayed at my throat, the other slid between us so his finge

Ava's POV I woke up with a hand over my mouth.The hallway was dark. My nightshirt was pushed up around my waist. His body boxed me in against the wall, fully dressed while mine came in short, panicked bursts against his palm.“Quiet,” he said, voice low. “You’re going to wake the whole damn house with those little sounds you make.”I froze. My heart slammed so hard I felt it in my throat. His other hand rested heavy on my hip, thumb pressing into the soft skin just above the edge of my underwear.“Marcus…”He cut me off with a slight press of his fingers. “Don’t. Not that name. Not right now.”I swallowed hard. The house was silent except for the faint tick of the clock downstairs. After Mom died and my stepfather vanished, the court papers made it official. Marcus became my legal guardian. He held the money, the house, every decision about my life. I had lived under his roof for eight months trying not to look at him too long. Trying not to notice the way his eyes followed me

Ava's POV The knock on the front door came just after noon.Marcus was in his office. I was in the kitchen wearing one of his shirts and the collar. No underwear, the way he had ordered.I froze when I heard the voice on the other side of the door.“Ava? It’s me. Open up.”Richard. Mom’s cousin. The one who had shown up at the funeral with a lawyer and a smile that never reached his eyes. He had tried to contest the will. He had asked too many questions about where I would live and who would control the money.I didn’t move.Marcus appeared in the hallway like he had been waiting for this. His expression was flat and cold. He opened the door himself.Richard stepped inside without being invited. His eyes found me immediately and lingered on the collar at my throat.“Well,” he said. “Looks like the living arrangement is more interesting than the court papers suggested.”Marcus shut the door. “You’re not welcome here.”“I have every right to check on my cousin’s daughter. The estate s

Ava's POV The doorbell rang at nine in the morning.I was in the kitchen wearing one of Marcus’s shirts underneath a light scarf. Faint bruises from the night before still marked my hips and the insides of my thighs. Marcus was pouring coffee when the sound cut through the house.He set the pot down and looked at me.“Stay quiet. Let me handle it.”I nodded and moved into the hallway where I could still hear but stay out of sight.Marcus opened the front door. A familiar voice carried inside.“Mr. Marcus Hale. I apologize for the early hour. There are final documents regarding the estate that require signatures today. The court wants everything settled by the end of the week.”The family lawyer. Mr. Lang. He had handled Mom’s will and the guardianship papers from the beginning.Marcus stepped aside and let him in. I stayed pressed against the wall, heart racing. The scarf suddenly felt too thin. They moved into the living room. Papers rustled. Marcus’s voice stayed calm and clipped

Elena POV I woke up to the sound of rain still hammering the roof and the house still dead quiet. No power. No mother. Just him somewhere downstairs. I stayed in bed as long as I could, cheeks burning every time I remembered the way I had touched myself last night with his name in my mouth. When I finally forced myself downstairs, he was already in the kitchen, standing at the counter in a black T-shirt and the same dark sweatpants. Candlelight flickered across his face. He looked up the second I walked in. “Morning, Elena.” “Morning.” I went straight for the fridge like nothing had happened. He didn’t move. He just watched me. “Sleep well?” “Fine.” “Did you do what I told you to do?” My hand froze on the fridge handle. “I don’t know what you mean.” He set his coffee mug down slowly. “Come here.” I stayed where I was. “Elena.” The way he said my name left no room for argument. I walked over until I was standing in front of him. He didn’t touch me. H