Lahat ng Kabanata ng C*nt Of Demand: 60 Shades Of Pure Evil: Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

Isabella“Isabella.” Luca’s voice was low, like gravel wrapped in velvet. “Open the door.”I didn’t answer. My throat was raw, my eyes swollen. But my body… God, my body betrayed me. Just hearing him say my name made the heat pool low in my belly.“Open it, or I’ll break it down. You know I will.”I wiped my face with the back of my hand and stood on shaky legs. My fingers trembled as I turned the lock. The door swung open.Luca filled the frame—shirtless again, sweatpants riding low on his hips, that hard, sculpted chest still glistening slightly. His dark eyes swept over me, taking in my tear-streaked face, the thin tank top clinging to my breasts, the tiny shorts that barely covered anything.“You were crying,” he said.“I hate you,” I whispered, but the words had no bite left.He stepped inside without asking, closing the door behind him with a quiet click. The room suddenly felt too small. He smelled like soap and musk and pure male. My nipples hardened instantly against the f

SaraMy phone buzzed hard on the nightstand, the screen lighting up my face. I snatched it, heart already racing for no reason at all. The caller ID flashed “Tina” and I grinned, thumb swiping to answer before the second ring.“Hi bitch! My parents just traveled for a business trip and I’m fucking bored as hell. I need to have a lot of fun girlll. And some….you know bitch.”“Oh my god, you’re really texting me this at midnight? You know damn well you can just come over and we’ll have all the fun you want, including the kind that makes your toes curl. Stop being dramatic and get your ass here.”Tina snorted. “You’re the best. I’ll be there in twenty. Don’t get naked or anything.”“Too late, bitch, I’m already in my little tank top and nothing else. Hurry up!”I hung up grinning, already picturing the way we’d tease each other, the way we always did when she was bored. The house was quiet. Dad was probably upstairs in his room, maybe even asleep. I stretched, letting the cool air kiss

SaraDad’s cock was still rock-hard, thick and glistening, standing straight up between his legs like it was ready for round two.“Get over here, princess,” he said, voice low and rough, eyes locked on me. “Don’t just stand there with your hand between your legs like a desperate little slut. Come here and show me how soaked you are.”My legs moved on their own, bare feet carrying me down the last few steps, the cool hardwood biting into my soles. Tina didn’t move. She just sat back on her knees, legs spread, her own pussy dripping down her thighs. She reached out and grabbed my hand, pulling me straight into their space. “Come on, Sara… let’s do this together. I want to watch you get fucked by your stepdad.”The words hit me like a spark to dry tinder. My heart slammed against my ribs. Dad’s eyes darkened, that half-smile spreading slow and wicked. “You two… are my good girls. Come here, Sara.”I stepped right up between his spread knees. The heat rolling off his body made me think

CaraI sat there at the big glass table, the one we always used for business dinners. The city lights were shining through the big windows like they were trying to show off for me. Noah and I had been together for three months now, but it felt like we had been stuck in this weird no man’s land forever.He had never touched me once. Not a kiss on the cheek, not even a quick hand on my arm when we said goodbye. He was always so polite, always calling me “Cara” like I was some important business partner instead of the woman he was supposed to marry.I kept thinking, what’s wrong with me? Am I not good enough for him? Or does he just not like me at all? I did not like him that much either, to be honest.He was handsome in a cold, rich-boy way, but he never made me feel anything exciting. We were forced into this whole thing because our families had strong ties. If we got married, it would make both companies explode bigger than ever. His family owned most of the shares in our biggest c

CaraThe next morning I woke up with my phone blowing up. It was Ethan again, sending me memes about “rich boys who play for the other team.” I laughed despite myself. Then I saw a text from Noah. He was sorry for the night before. He said he would call me later to talk. I stared at the message for a long time.I typed back a simple “Okay.” and put the phone down. I did not know what to say. I did not know if I wanted to fight anymore or just walk away. But one thing was clear in my mind. This was not how a real relationship was supposed to feel. I deserved to be touched, to be wanted, to be kissed like I mattered. And if Noah could not give me that, then maybe it was time to stop pretending.I got up and went to the shower. The hot water felt good on my skin, but it did not wash away the thoughts. Why would a man like Noah keep me around if he did not want me? Was it just the company deal? Did he feel sorry for me? Or was there something else I was missing? I spent the whole mornin