All Chapters of MASTER, I'M ADDICTED TO LUST : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

DEAN After concluding that that bastard had kidnapped Eva, I immediately took my cell phone out of my pocket and dialed Aidan's number."Hello, Dean?" He answered on the second ring."Frank kidnapped my fiancée," I said, clenching my hands into fists."Wow!" Aidan exclaimed in surprise. "What do you want me to do?""I want you to find the hole that worm is in," I said, hoping he would find it"That's easy," Aidan said. "Just give me five minutes.""Hurry up," I said impatiently."Calm down," Aidan sighed. "He's...""Spill it!" I exclaimed nervously."In an abandoned warehouse near your company," he finished.Near my company? – Any more information? – I asked, getting into my car."More information requires more time," Aidan replied. "Do you want to wait?""No way," I said after starting the car and stepping on the gas. "Let me handle it, but before I hang up the phone, I want to ask you a favor."what."Call the police," I said, my voice serious."The police?" Aidan asked, confu

DEAN 16 YEARS AGO...Today is my father's damn wedding anniversary with my stepmother, where they throw an extravagant party to celebrate their hypocritical eight years of marriage.Nothing infuriates me more than seeing my father's lover's face, so happy to have taken my mother's place.The worst part is not having the slightest idea where my mother is, simply because my father refuses to tell me anything about her.Traitor.That's what my father is.A damned traitor who never respected my mother.The woman whose life she dedicated to a cold and calculating man, and even while fighting against the separation, she couldn't forgive the betrayal that happened right before her eyes.I can't give many details about my parents' past together, because their separation occurred when I was six years old.It was on that same day that my mother left me behind and never came back.Sometimes I wonder if her intention was really to abandon me, or if my father prevented her from coming to look for

EVAI looked at myself in the mirror for the tenth time, unable to contain my smile at the reflection staring back at me. The woman in the glass seemed almost unreal—soft, glowing, and so thoroughly loved that it made my chest ache in the best possible way. My dark hair had been swept into an elegant half-up style, a few loose curls framing my face, and the makeup Blair had applied earlier made my green eyes look brighter than usual. The dress itself was pure magic: ivory silk that clung gently to my curves before flowing outward, the bodice cut low enough to celebrate the fullness pregnancy had given my breasts, a delicate bow resting proudly over the swell of my belly.“You look beautiful, my daughter,” my mother said, her voice thick with emotion as she came to stand behind me. She rested her hands on my shoulders and met my eyes in the mirror. Tears already shimmered there.“She looks like a princess.” My mother-in-law, Margaret, smiled warmly, carefully adjusting the small t

EVADean and I were lying side by side on two very soft deck chairs. The sun felt warm on my skin, and the sound of the ocean waves was calm and steady. Soft music played somewhere near the ocean.“Don’t you think this bikini is a little too small?” Dean asked. His voice sounded jealous.“No.” I shrugged and smiled at the face he made. His brows were pulled together, and his mouth was tight.We were on our honeymoon in Barbados.We stayed at his hotel—or rather, our fancy hotel. He always got angry when I said “his” instead of “our.” He liked to remind me that everything was ours now.I took a slow sip of my cold orange juice.“Who would look at a pregnant woman with a five-month belly?” I asked.“Any straight guy,” he said in a sulky voice. He held up a colorful cloth. “Here, put this sarong on.”I looked at the cloth and frowned. “No, I’m fine as I am.”“Eva…” Dean murmured. “Don’t make me cover you by force.”“As if you had the guts.” I looked at him with a challenge in m

CHAPTER 48: Wet Dream About My BossAMELIAI’m standing on my heels, body pressed hard against the cold glass wall of my boss’s office.My dress is hiked around my waist. My panties are shoved to the side.Lorenzo pounds into me with deep, steady thrusts, one hand clamped over my mouth so I can’t make a sound. His breath is hot against my ear as he whispers filthy things that make my knees weak.A sudden knock at the door freezes us both.I yank my dress down, snatch my things.I scramble under his desk just as he clears his throat and tells the person to come in.It’s the vice president. I recognize his voice and the scent of his cologne instantly.From under the desk, I can see Lorenzo’s open zipper. His cock is still hard. Without thinking, I wrap my hand around it and start stroking him slowly.He tries to stop me—light kicks under the table, forced coughs—but I don’t care. I lean in and take the head into my mouth, sucking him like a lollipop. He’s thick, too big for me to