All Chapters of The King's Favorite Sin : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

32 Chapters

The Dangerous Task.

Rosella's POV "Strip and spread those legs wide," Blake Luca growls, tossing a 9-inch realistic dildo right at my face. I blink rapidly and catch it like my life depends on it, fingers wrapping tightly around the thick silicone shaft before it can smack my cheek. I don’t dare say a word. I just stare at the man standing at the edge of the bed. But God forgive me, Blake Luca is the definition of ‘A man made in sinful flesh…’ tall and broad-shouldered, his body carved like he’d spent every minute of his life lifting heavy dumbbells in the gym. He wears a tight white shirt that shows off his hard chest, the sleeves rolled up to expose thick, veiny forearms. His black pants cling to his strong thighs, and the heavy bulge pressing against the fabric between his legs is impossible to miss. A massive dragon tattoo curls up his right arm, its dark scales etched in black and red. The beast’s snarling head disappears beneath his collar, right at the base of his thick neck. And his fa

Seducing the King.

Rosella’s POV I stepped onto the red carpet leading to the entrance of Luxe Noir. Up close, the club didn’t just look expensive, it looked like a fortress built on ego and blood money. Two huge men stood at the entrance like statues, their faces blank and unsmiling. One of them held a sleek silver device that looked like a futuristic wand. “Scan-Tech 360,” the man on the left grunted, waving the wand over my body. It beeped steadily, while I kept my face a mask of bored perfection. "VIP credentials," the second guard demanded. I slipped a hand into my clutch and pulled out the black-and-gold pass Mag had secured for me earlier. Sliding it through the scanner, I watched as a green light blinked to life. A second later, the massive golden doors parted soundlessly, unveiling a decadent world of wealth, vice, and temptation hidden beyond. One moment, it was just the quiet drizzle of a Texas night. The next, a wall of bass hit me hard in the chest, the air inside thick wit

What's Your Price For a Night?

Rosella's POV I tilted my head lazily, my eyes dropping to his hand before meeting those hazel eyes again. “Is there something else, Mr. Blake?” A slow, dangerous smirk curled at the corner of his mouth. “Confidence looks good on you, Amber,” he murmured, his eyes never leaving mine. “But I can feel you trembling.” My toes curled involuntarily. How the hell does he know? I tried to stay composed, but he was right—my spine was shivering, and my heart was hammering over the club’s bass. "Adrenaline," I forced out. I leaned back toward him just an inch. "Being this close to a man like you is... overwhelming.” His gaze never wavered. “I see…” he murmured, a faint, dangerous edge lacing his tone. “It’s rare to find a woman with such audacity.” I stayed silent, holding his gaze. He leaned in closer, the scent of Tom Ford Oud Wood thick in the air. “So, tell me… what’s your price for a night? A night with the Dunes Boss.” I stiffened. It was exactly what I’d

You'll be my toy.

Rosella's POV“DAMMIT!” I screamed, bolting upright as cold water crashed over me. I’d been lost in a deep slumber and It took a second for my mind to catch up as water streamed down my face and soaked through my chest. It stole my breath as my heart slammed against my ribs.A lean man stood beside my bed, an empty glass hanging loosely from his hand. My vision was still blurred, my mind thick with fog—I couldn’t even make out his face.“Wha… what the hell did you do that for?” I rasped, dragging a hand over my eyes and sucking in a shaky breath as I tried to focus on him.Recognition hit me a second later.“You?” My eyes widened as they locked onto Lucien—Blake’s guard, the one who’d served me the wine that left me in this condition.He didn’t say a word. He just stood there with an unreadable gaze fixed on me.I pressed my hands to my head, tilting my face downward.“Fuck…” The pain throbbed mercilessly, pounding through my skull. The room spun violently, and I grabbed the edge of

Rest in pieces.

Rosella’s POV “Bloody bitch!” Lucien snarled, launching himself at me without a second's hesitation. I threw myself off the bed, the duvet tangling and sliding away as my bare feet struck the cold floor. Pain flared up my leg sharply, but I pushed through it without hesitation. Pain was the least of my problems. Lucien lunged, his hand shooting for my hair, but I ducked sharply, slipping out of his grasp. I drove my elbow hard into his ribs and felt something crack. He grunted, pain flashing across his face, but he didn’t go down. He was bigger than me, stronger, trained. But so was I. Mag had enrolled me in combat classes when I was fifteen. Back then, it had felt more like punishment than preparation. I’d been forced to learn how to fight, how to react, how to survive. I never thought I’d need it, until this damn mission proved me wrong. I swept his leg out from under him. He staggered, and I drove a kick into his chest with everything I had. The force sent him crashi

Can you ride my manhood reverse?

Blake's POV “I think my panther’s getting restless…” I murmured, elbows now resting loosely on my knees as I studied her face with quiet intensity. “Maybe… you’d make the perfect meal for her, while I sit back and watch.” Her eyes flickered open and met mine sharply. She shrank into herself, hands trembling in her lap. “No… Blake…” she rasped, each word catching in her throat as her breath hitched. “I… I’ll do anything you want…” “No–” “Yes! I will,” she choked out, gripping my hands tightly as if they were the only thing keeping her grounded. Her tear-filled eyes searched mine, desperate and unsteady. “I’ll do whatever you want… anything you want… just tell me how.” I hated being touched by women—not Elizabeth, my beloved mother, and not even Ava, my fiancée. No one ever lingered long enough to hold me, and I never understood the strange irritation it sent crawling up my spine whenever they tried. I dropped my gaze to her hands—small, delicate, the nails neatly painte

Blake... please ruin me.

Rosella's POV I still couldn’t believe I’d be living in the Almighty Blake Luca’s penthouse—if you could even call it living. According to him, I was his “toy,” or whatever twisted label he’d chosen for me.Zee Morris, the server who’d brought my food earlier, had reluctantly revealed that the private suite was reserved for his special guests. It had taken more than a little persuasion to get her talking.So, did that mean I was one of those ‘special guests’ to him?“Tchh…” I let out under my breath, rolling over on the massive bed without even bothering to open my eyes.This kind of luxury… just for special guests? How?”A whole sitting room, dining area, a bedroom, and even a fully equipped kitchen ensuite… each space dripping with interiors that looked like they cost millions. Just for guests?This place alone was worth fighting for just to catch a glimpse of it, talk more of actually living in it. But with Blake? It would be hell. And his g

I'm your worthless toy.

Rosella’s POVIn one swift motion, he snatches the dildo from my hand and shoves it back into my pussy mercilessly, all the way to the base in a single brutal thrust that tears a sharp cry from my lips—a dizzying mix of pain and pleasure.My back arches off the bed as my walls spasm wildly around the sudden, overwhelming intrusion. Stars burst behind my eyes."Blake…. fuck….ahhh!"He doesn’t stop. He starts fucking me hard with the toy, pushing it in and out in deep, punishing strokes. His free hand strokes his own thick cock lazily, inches from my dripping core. The wet, obscene sounds fill the room as he watches my face twist in shame and pleasure. His expression stays dark and cold.“Take it all, Rosella,” Blake grunts, twisting the dildo on every thrust. “This is what you are now. A hole for me to use.”The stretch burns, but unwanted pleasure shoots through my body. I grip the sheets tightly, my hips jerking against the toy. Juices leak out around i

Punishment in two hours.

Rosella’s POV“W-what are you talking about?” I stammer, shifting awkwardly as I stare at her.Zee leans against the table, her gaze sharp. “You heard me. Getting intimate with another woman's man. Don't you think that's unfair to Ava?” Her expression turns almost sympathetic, though the look in her eyes remains cold. “If I were you, I'd stay away from Ms. Ava's property. She doesn't like to share.”I swallow hard.“I'm not getting intimate with anyone's man,” I lie.Zee lets out a short, disbelieving laugh. “Really?” She points toward the bulge beneath the duvet. “Then what do you have to say about that?” Her eyes narrow. “I know Mr. Blake too well to make a mistake. He wouldn't tolerate you having that in his presence unless the two of you were...” She trails off, clears her throat, and rolls her eyes.I blink at her in stunned silence.“Well, I didn't mean to interfere,” Zee says. “I'm just letting you know. Ava is his fiancée…. with a high s

Three minutes to obey.

Blake’s POV I lean back in my chair, my laptop open on the desk, eyes fixed on the live feed from the Ivory Suite. It's hard to believe I've been watching Rosella ever since I got out of the shower this morning. Then again, who could blame me? Not after the little stunt she pulled last night—wrecking my camera, worth $8700. She’s seated at the moderate dining table, absently pushing food around her plate before taking slow, reluctant bites. Meanwhile, Zee moves briskly around the suite, sweeping, dusting, and putting everything in order with sharp, efficient precision. Once she's finished, she arranges the dining table exactly as I instructed—a juicing blender, a basket of fresh oranges, glasses, and every other item needed for Rosella's punishment. Rosella tries again. "Zee, come on. Why are you setting all this up? Talk to me, okay?" Zee doesn't even glance her way. She continues arranging the items on the table before returning with a knife and placing it beside the blender.

1 2 3 4

SCAN CODE TO READ ON APP