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Sin For me, Daddy. Her Savior.
Chapter 11. Rosealba stood before the mirror, her reflection staring back with an intensity that mirrored the raging storm within her. Clutching her manuscript, her knuckles whitened, and beads of sweat formed on her forehead, unveiling her inner turmoil. She drew in a deep breath, attempting to summon the confidence that seemed to elude her. Straightening her posture, she tucked a loose strand of hair behind her shoulder. “You can do this,” she whispered to her reflection, forcing a smile that failed to mask the uncertainty in her eyes. This was her moment, her opportunity to ascend the literary ladder. The thoughts of losing loomed over her, threatening to shatter her dreams of joining the esteemed Noble Writers firm. She could not afford rejection at the moment. This was her only hope. Her only dream. The sudden vibration of her phone jolted her from her reverie. Retrieving her phone from the pocket of her cream-colored coat—a garment that exuded an elegance that her f
Last Updated : 2024-12-26Sin For me, Daddy. Stalking Her.
Chapter 12. Drystan moved with quiet confidence, grabbing the plump man by the collar. The motion was almost gentle, but the fear in the man’s eyes revealed the searing heat of Drystan’s grip. He trembled like a child caught in the jaws of a predator. For a moment, Rosealba’s fear dissolved entirely, replaced by a fluttering warmth deep in her chest. Drystan wasn’t just a savior; he was a force of nature, a storm that broke through her loneliness and fear in one decisive sweep. Her savior was a monster if only she knew. A monster that took life without chances. As the man whimpered and begged, Drystan’s piercing gaze found hers, making sure that there was no bruise on her body. His eyes were sharp, yet beneath their coldness, Rosealba saw something she hadn’t expected: relief— that she was safe. In that moment, she knew she was safe—not just from these men, but from the shadows of her past that had haunted her for far too long. Drystan’s eyes darted back to the man whose eyes
Last Updated : 2024-12-27Sin For me, Daddy. Promise.
Chapter 13. Drystan exhaled. An almost invisible exhale. “You have been standing for long. Does your leg hurt?” His eyes narrowed down to her legs and she pressed them together. Drystan reached to her fresh feet but she took a step backward before he could grip her leg. For the fear that her confused body would react to something as tiny as the graze of his finger. Drystan stared up at her. “Doesn't it hurt?” Rosealba shook her head, slowly and he nodded getting up on his feet. He picked her nylon from the floor and walked over to the passenger seat. “I will drop you home,” he informed throwing the door open. A smile stretched at the corner of Rosealba’s lips and happiness followed. “Thank you.” She appreciated it and walked into the car, her face beaming with smiles. Drystan smiled at her very childish act. She was pure, almost too pure to be called his woman. But nobody complimented her like him. She was all his. The ride to her house was silent. Rosea
Last Updated : 2024-12-27Sin For me, Daddy. Cumming In Her Mouth.
Chapter 14. Drystan stared at his violent jerking cock. “Fuck….” He cursed. A low deep curse. “Couldn't you stay calm?” the question was the most rhetorical question he had asked in years. Calm? Calm was never a word to use in a sentence that explained his desire for Rosealba. With another lady, he could stay calm, he could dismiss them even before they got down on their knees, but with Rosealba he could never stay calm. His desire for Rosealba can not be compared to any random lady who has warned his bed. Since the moment his eyes crossed her direction, his desire for her began to grow, superseding greater heights that only his desire for killing ever reached. His desire to own, possess dominate, and fuck her was great, greater than his urge to taste the blood of his every inherited enemy. His hand moved against his cock, very slowly that he could feel the pleasure coursing through him—his mind filled with images of her tiny little hands stroking his cock as gently as he
Last Updated : 2024-12-29Sin For me, Daddy. Gifting Her His Cock.
Chapter 15. “Why did you do that?” Lowel thundered, pacing the room like a caged animal. His eyes burned with fury. “Do what?” Stephanie asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she raised a brow, feigning ignorance. Lowel stopped abruptly, his fists clenched at his sides as he glared at her. He was trembling, trying to contain the anger coursing through him. “Why did you manipulate your way into the firm and have them screen Rosealba off?” Stephanie tilted her head, feigning thought. “Oh. That.” A scoff escaped her lips. She reached for the glass of wine on the table, sipping leisurely before placing it back. Crossing one leg over the other, she shrugged. “She deserves it.” Lowel’s jaw tightened. His glare deepened, sharp enough to cut through steel. “You had no right,” he growled. Stephanie’s lips curled into a faint smirk. “No right? What do you care?” “I care,” Lowel snapped, his voice rising. As much as he hated Rosealba for her innocence he saw her work for th
Last Updated : 2024-12-30Sin For me, Daddy. Threat.
Chapter 16. Rosealba’s grip tightened on her phone as she struggled not to rip it off her ear and end the call. Her knuckles turned white, her breath caught in her throat, and her heart thudded painfully against her ribs. “Come home,” the receiver from the other end commanded. The voice carried an undercurrent of unspoken concern, but it felt to Rosealba like a cage waiting to trap her— to trap her into being Don’s sex toy. “Home?” Rosealba scoffed, batting her lashes and blinking back the unwelcome tears. They pricked the corners of her eyes, threatening to spill. But tears were a weakness she couldn’t afford. Not now. “Home,” she repeated, her voice brittle with disbelief. She let out a soft, bitter laugh that escaped her lips like shattered glass. “Where is home? The place in Poland that seems rather so distinct? The place in Poland that leaves no freedom? The place in Poland that steals the little peace I have? Is that what you call home?” Each word cracked like a whip
Last Updated : 2024-12-31Sin For me, Daddy. Rejection.
Chapter 17. Drystan walked into Rosealba’s store, his presence, like he was the freakking owner, his presence yielding and commanding. Of course, he was in charge—in charge of the owner of the store and the store itself. But there was something off. The warmth that the store exuded was missing. It was not covered in the usual feeling of peace and serenity, it felt cold and deprived of everything that made it peaceful, yet nothing was missing or absent from its position, aside from Rosealba of course. He took a step further, very cautious and of course scanning the entire room with his watchful eyes. Almost immediately. His eyes found his sunshine. On her white couch, she sat, her head bent. Her body didn't move, but her shoulders shook slightly, almost invisibly, but he could tell. Her fist tightened around her hair, squeezing and pulling on it the same way he desired to squeeze and fist on her hair when he would fit his cock into her beautiful and willing creamy self. Th
Last Updated : 2024-12-31Sin For me, Daddy. I Want To Taste You.
Chapter 18. Roselba’s body shuddered at the hardness of his palm against her cheeks. She bit on her lower lips, looking everywhere aside from his face. “Look at me.” His voice soft yet commanding directed her doe eyes to his, and every freaking nerve in his body jubilated at the spark that glistened through her blurry doe eyes. This obsession was daring— too daring that he feared he might lose himself to the voice in his head that was daring him to carry every freaking desire that boiled through him. Drystan leaned closer, so close that their face was barely inches away from each other. Rosealba’s breath hitched at the closeness of his face against hers. Her pussy throbbed at the whiff of his cologne, developing sudden breaths of its own as Drystan’s hot breath fanned her cheeks. “What…” her voice trailed off as Drystan pressed a finger to her lips, silencing her at once. She stood still, frozen by his action but her inner churned and her legs wobbled as his closeness st
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Sin For me, Daddy. A Celebration Plan.
Chapter 155.Rosealba stepped into the company, eyes heavy on her.She didn’t need to question their gaze. Her man had barged in here yesterday. Fucked her to oblivion and even in her subconscious she knew he had carried her out from here in bridal style. That was enough to cause a scandal in a place she had barely only started working in, for two months.The shame of it weighed like a stone against her chest. Every step felt heavier than the last, her heels clicking against the marble floor while the silent whispers burned into her skin.Her head spun as she walked up to the elevator amidst their burning gaze. This headache had been persistent and it didn’t come from lack of sleep. They came from waking up to an empty bed, and of course, Zero warmth. Just a day into this journey of ‘No Drystan around.’ and she was already losing her mind.Her chest tightened at the thought. Was it normal to miss someone so much it hurt to breathe?The elevator door opened and swallowed her whole.A s
Sin For me, Daddy. A Bride At Home.
Chapter 153. The engine growled low as Drystan drove alone through the winding path that led to the estate. His hands gripped the steering wheel, the weight of old memories pressing against his chest with every mile. Back then, when the weight of expectation and unspoken words were becoming heavy, he would run here to meet his uncle. Stay there days without saying a word to anyone about what exactly was up. Then over time, he realized his father had reason for putting all of that weight on him. The mansion came into view, sitting in the cradle of misty trees, cloaked in the kind of silence that made the past feel alive again. Drystan slowed the car, his sharp eyes sweeping the grounds. The fountains were still running. The garden is still meticulously trimmed. It all looked the same, yet somehow different. Nostalgia rolled over him in a quiet, heavy wave. His uncle made great choice of running off to come stay here in Sicily, but he? He was born Rome. In fact the Italian Mafia
Sin For me, Daddy. Killing An Enemy.
Chapter 152.The gates creaked open.Drystan’s black Maserati pulled into the secluded Sicily villa — a home away from home, but it felt nothing like one because his woman. The light that brightened his part was not so close to him. The car door shoved open with a sharp pull by a guard on stand-by. Drystan brought a leg down stepping out into the thick, humid evening. His shirt clung to his body, half unbuttoned from the hours of drive. His jaw clenched so hard it ached.Rocco who was already waiting at the entrance hurriedly stepped forward, his head bowed respectfully.“My lord.”Drystan didn’t spare him a glance.“Prepare the car. I want to be out of here in twenty.”“Yes, my lord,” Rocco answered instantly.He stepped ahead and pushed open the heavy door for Drystan, standing aside.Drystan entered, each step heavy, his mind elsewhere.Rome.Rosealba.The image of her face clogged his mind. Her grip against his body, her body curling into his side at night.He should be in bed wi
Sin For me, Daddy. The Threat.
Chapter 151. The room was dark—eerily darker than usual. Rosealba tossed restlessly against the bed, groaning softly in her sleep. Her head spun, pulsing with something she could only describe as a deep headache.She moved a hand to her head, her palm gently caressing her temple in a faint attempt to ease the pain.It was then that she felt it—the presence of someone, the weight of piercing eyes heavy on her body. Her brows knitted in sudden fury. Drystan… Drystan… The name rang in her head, but she knew deep down it wasn’t him.Her heart raced, the sensation of being watched was too real, too intense. Immediately, her eyes sprang open, only to meet a pair of perfect, familiar eyes staring right back at her.Rosealba hurriedly sat upright, her breath uneven, the shock of awakening suddenly rushing through her like ice-cold water.“Hazel,” she called her voice still thick with sleep, brows furrowed as she tried to make sense of the sudden intrusion.“My lady,” Hazel said, her tone sof
Sin For me, Daddy. Giving Her Five Orgasms.
Chapter 151. Drystan shifted, slow, deliberate—then he laid her down on the couch, not pulling out of her warmth for even a second. His hand cradled her chin. “You are so sweet, Sunshine. So sweet.”Rosealba’s body trembled under him, already wrecked, already dripping, and yet—so ready. So desperate. So his. “Look at me,” Drystan whispered, forehead pressed against hers, breath heavy and uneven. “I want to see your face when I fuck you full sunshine. Because three days without you are to me like hell and I am wondering how to live through it. Okay?Rosealba’s head fell into a nod, not completely before he started moving. Slow. Deep. Dragging. “Ohhh…” Rosealba gasped at every inch.Soft, shaky moans caught in her lips like a prayer. She tried to breathe, to stay quiet, but she couldn't. Not with the way he was filling her up. Not with the way he stayed so close. Every thrust drew her closer to his mind, body, and soul. Drystan’s jaws clamped, pleasure seeping into him. It’s been
Sin For me, Daddy. Sex in The Office.
Chapter 150.The office fell silent— but only for breath. Then the soft sound of melting skin, wet and desperate filled the room. Her soft moan getting swallowed by Drystan's growl. “Auuuu… Sunshine. You are so tight.”Rosealba’s lips trembled, her thighs parted slightly to take him. “They are going to catch us, Drystan… be.. be gentle.” “Gentle?” A soft scoff tore past his lips. He moved a finger to her hair and tugged a strand away. “You think I care about who walks in?” He asked in his deep baritone voice, hissing into her ear. Rosealba shuddered at the gentle impact.“We will get caught.” Rosealba moaned in a heavy breath, panicking and trembling.His hand moved to the back of her hair and took a large grip of it, yanking it backward.“Goodness…” Rosealba gasped as pain and pleasure slit through her scalp. “That's it..” Drystan grunted, thrusting slowly. “Let them come.” He growled, keeping the same pace. “Let them come and see who you are. Who you really belong to.”Rosea
Sin For me, Daddy. Orgasm In Her Office.
Chapter 149. “I am going to Sicily,” Drystan whispered, fingers grazing her thighs as he pulled her pants away.Rosealba’s breath hitched.Not in pleasure, but in the alarm his words played in her head.Her tilting head fell midway. Their body tensed as she struggled to process the news, her skin suddenly prickling, her mind freezing in mid-motion like a heart that forgot how to beat. The room dimmed around the edges as his voice echoed, again and again.Drystan watched her, moving the white panties to his nose. His gaze never left her face, even as he closed his eyes for a second, breathing her in like she was a lifeline he couldn’t leave behind.Rosealba’s head rolled forward, eyes glimmering with something untold. A blend of confusion and an ache so quiet, it screamed.“Why?” She finally found a voice, stuttering.Her heart was racing now, trembling with emotions she hadn’t sorted. Her fingers clutched the sheets beneath her like they could hold her together.Drystan let out a sof
Sin For me, Daddy. Needy And Helpless.
Chapter 148. Drystan stood behind the tall glass window, his hand glued to the phone pressed tightly against his ear. The city sprawled before him, alive and glittering beneath the afternoon sky—but his eyes didn’t see any of it. His stare was sharp, jaw clenched so tightly it ticked, the pressure building beneath his skin.“You didn’t tell her?” Lina’s voice snapped through the speaker. Her tone was sharp, her head dipped forward like Drystan could see her through the phone.“What is going on with you, Merikh? What is so hard about spilling such information? All you had to do was inform her that you had a company in her name.”“That company is Noble Write, Lina,” he growled lowly.“So?” she shot back, her voice rising slightly.Drystan turned from the window slowly, the shadow stretching behind him like the tension in his chest. His voice dropped deeper, rougher—warning. “Look, Lina. Rosealba would feel like she only got that job because of me. She would doubt herself. She would cra
Sin For me, Daddy. Loving Her Rightly.
Chapter 147.Rosealba lowered herself to the chair, her smile turning genuine.Drystan’s grin widened, his heart melting.“Where would you like us to celebrate our wedding and how many would you want it to be?” His voice carried so much enthusiasm.As a mafia lord, he shouldn’t be thinking of such things. He should keep it low—hidden from prying eyes, untraceable by enemies. But somehow, when it came to her, none of that seemed to matter. He didn’t want the underworld to define their life. He wanted her dreams to shape it.To him, weddings were for women to merry—ceremonies dressed in white, full of joy and dreams. But marriages… marriages were for men to uphold. For him to guard, to keep sacred, to protect with his life.However way she wanted it would work for him. Her happiness would always be his first answer.Rosealba lifted a finger to her lips, meditating.“Hmmmm… It’s quite a tough question,” she said slowly, her eyes gleaming with thought. “But I want a very simple wedding. S
