บททั้งหมดของ The Slave Daddy Wouldn't Free: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

Elina POVThe morning light hitting my eyelids was harsh, forcing me awake. My entire body felt heavy, completely spent, every muscle throbbing with a delicious, aching soreness because we did it so many times.​Before I could even sit up, the heavy bedroom door clicked open.Aziel walked in.​Gone was the raw, snarling man who had pinned my wrists and demanded I come all over his cock. Standing before me was Aziel King in a pristine, tailored charcoal suit. Cold. Lethal. Imposing.The stark contrast between his immaculate appearance and my wrecked, naked state on his bed made my heart slam against my ribs.“Up, Elina," his voice sliced through the quiet room—deep, smooth, and laced with absolute authority. "It's eight o'clock. Inspection time.”Inspection time..?​My pulse spiked. I swung my legs over the side of the bed, my thighs trembling slightly as I stood up. I tried to cover myself instinctively, but his icy grey gaze snapped to my movement.​"Hands at your sides," he commande

Elina POVCeleste took a slow, deliberate step forward, the heels of her shoes clicking sharply against the polished marble floor.Her eyes burned with a venomous, unhinged jealousy that made the air between us turn instantly cold.Before Celeste could spit out whatever venom was brewing in her mind, Marata, the old woman, stepped out from the dining hall.​Marata’s weathered, kind face softened the moment she noticed me. She offered a warm, comforting smile that cut straight through the icy tension in the foyer.​"You're here," Marata said gently, her tone full of maternal warmth as she gestured toward the long oak table. "Come eat, child. You must be hungry.”I nodded weakly at Marata, grateful and pulled out a chair at the long oak table.Every movement made the soreness between my thighs flare up, a constant, stinging reminder of Aziel's possessive dominance just hours ago. I sat down and began to eat in quiet, tense silence.Celeste let out a loud scoff. I looked at her with a pr

Elina POV​I choked back a whimper, my fingers digging deeper into the rough bark of the tree as a fresh wave of heat spilled over his fingers.The sheer humiliation of being exposed out in the garden, mixed with the intense, unrelenting pleasure of his touch, was driving me out of my mind.​"Answer me, Elina," he growled, leaning down until his lips brushed the shell of my ear, his body pressing firm against my arched back.He gave my sensitive center a firmer, deliberate squeeze that made my knees wobble. "Tell daddy what turned your cunt into such a dripping mess.”“You..." I gasped softly, arching my hips back into his hand, completely unable to hide the truth from him. "Knowing you'd catch me... knowing you'd punish me.”A dark, triumphant rumble vibrated in his chest at my confession, his breath hot and ragged against my skin.​"That's my good girl," he purred, his voice thick with satisfied ownership.Before I could even draw another breath, his large hand spread my ass cheeks

Elina POVThe sports car purred as it glided through the pitch-black night, but inside, every bump and engine rumble sent a sharp, exquisite vibration straight through the leather seat and into my bare, aching core.With no undergarments to buffer the friction, the thin silk of the gown was a teasing torture, making my hyper-sensitive flesh throb with every passing mile.I squirmed subtly in the passenger seat, my thighs clamping together to try and quell the relentless heat.​Aziel’s dark eyes flicked over from the steering wheel, a low, knowing smirk touching his lips as he watched my silent struggle.​After half an hour of winding through secluded roads, the thick canopy of trees parted to reveal our destination: a massive, obsidian-black towered building standing ominously in the very middle of the dense forest.Windows flickered with warm, golden light high above, but the lower floors were wrapped in complete, shadowed secrecy.​Aziel pulled the car to a halt under the sweeping e

Elina POVThe days that followed smoothed out into a strange, addicting pattern. During the daylight hours, while Aziel was away taking care of business, I moved through the quiet corridors of his massive mansion, helping out wherever I could and keeping my mind occupied.But no matter what I was doing, a quiet anticipation hummed beneath my skin all day long.The moment night fell, everything shifted.As soon as he walked through the door, the air in the room would grow heavy, and the space between us would evaporate.Every single night became a blur of raw, breathless passion...on his dark mahogany desk, against the cool glass of the shower, or tangled deeply in the heavy silk sheets of his bed.I couldn't get enough of his touch, and he claimed me like he was starved for it.With every touch, every command, and every quiet moment we shared in the dark afterward, the sharp edges of my initial fear completely melted away.We had grown undeniably, dangerously close. What had started a