Lahat ng Kabanata ng C*nt Of Demand: 60 Shades Of Pure Evil: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

Lena "You are fucking useless, Lena! All you do is sit around and complain. I work my ass off and you can't even keep the house decent or spread your legs when I need it. What the hell do I keep you around for?" Tears burned my eyes but I swallowed hard. "Ryan, please. I have been trying. I lost my job because of all the fights we keep having. You know that. I am not some toy you can just use whenever you feel like it." "Shut up!" he yelled. "You are a tease, that's what you are. You walk around in those tight shorts like you want attention but when I touch you, you act like I am some stranger. My dad was right about girls like you. You just drain people dry." His words cut deep. I had given him two years of my life. I cooked, I cleaned, I stayed quiet when his friends came over and talked shit about me. And now this. My chest felt tight like someone was squeezing my heart. Just then I heard the front door open. I did not turn around. I knew it was Marcus, Ryan's father. He

LenaThe morning after felt like a nightmare I could not wake up from. My body ached in the best and worst ways. Ryan had hung up after yelling and cursing, but he sent messages later saying he was coming home to talk. I found Ryan in the kitchen, looking tired and pissed. "Lena, what the fuck was that last night? It sounded like... no, I do not even want to think about it."I touched his arm, forcing myself to sound sorry. "It was nothing, baby. I was just emotional from our fight. Your dad was helping me calm down. I am so sorry. I love you. Let us not throw everything away."He looked at me for a long time, then pulled me into a hug. "Yeah, okay. But shit was weird. Dad better not be crossing lines."I kissed him quickly, trying to feel something normal. But my mind kept drifting to Marcus's thick cock stretching me, his words about breeding me. Marcus walked in then, acting normal like nothing happened. "Morning, son. Lena." His eyes lingered on me a second too long. Heat rushe

Diana I sat in the small confessional booth, my heart beating so fast I could hear it in my ears. The wooden screen between us felt too thin, like it could not hide the shame pouring out of me. "Father, I have sinned," I whispered. My voice shook. "I feel so lost. Empty. Every night I lie awake thinking about things I should not want. Touching myself to thoughts that make me burn with guilt." His voice came back low and steady, like warm oil sliding over my skin. "Tell me everything, my child. Do not hold back. I am here to guide you." I told him. The loneliness since my breakup. The way my body ached for hands on me. The dirty dreams that left me wet and ashamed in the morning. As I spoke, I felt his attention like a heavy touch. But he kept listening. When I finished, there was a long silence. "You are not alone, Diana," he said softly. "Many souls struggle with these fires. I see your pain. And I want to help you through it. Come to my study after evening mass tomorrow. We w

Diana"Sit on my lap," he said softly. "It will help me feel your truth better."I hesitated only a second before I obeyed. I lowered myself onto his thighs, my back against his chest. His robes were thin enough that I could feel the heat of his body right away. His hands settled on my waist, holding me steady."Tell me what you did last night after you left," he whispered against my ear. I bit my lip. "I touched myself, Father. I could not stop thinking about your hand on my face. I rubbed my pussy until I came, whispering your name."He groaned low in his throat. I felt his cock twitch and start to harden under me. "You are such a sweet, sinful girl." His hands slid up my sides, then cupped my breasts through my blouse. He squeezed gently, thumbs brushing over my hard nipples. "Does this feel good?""Yes," I moaned. I could not help it. My hips moved on their own, grinding back against his growing hardness. He was so thick. I could feel the shape of him pressing between my ass che

Lila"How many men were there before me?" Damien asked, his voice cold as ice."None," I whispered. My hands shook as I stood there in our bedroom doorway. "Do you know how much shame I carry having you by my side as my girlfriend? Even your own mother is ashamed of you. You said it yourself."I never begged for your love, I snapped back, tears stinging my eyes. "Why date me if you are ashamed of my size?""Pity. That was it. I dated you out of pity. And yet, you are still so ungrateful."Those words hit me harder than any slap. I had just walked in on him with his secretary, Sarah, her skirt still hiked up around her waist. She scrambled off the bed and grabbed her clothes, not even looking at me. Damien just leaned back against the headboard like this was nothing. Like I was the one interrupting his normal day.I could not breathe right. My chest felt tight, like someone sat on it. For five years I stayed with this man. I cooked his meals, listened to his late night business talks,