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Sin For me, Daddy. Ruined By Him.
Chapter 119. Rosealba clutched onto him, face buried into his chest as she muffled out light chuckles in rhythm to their ragged breathing. Her legs shook. She was completely ruined. Just like she desired it. Suddenly, a feeling of heat crept against her cheeks. She was done for. There were no two freaking ways about this. Embarrassment clashed in on her and her grip against Drystan’s shirt tightened, knuckles almost turning white. With her best friend and her bodyguard a wall away from them, she had taken him like a damn slut—moaning and arching desperately for more. A deep feeling of heat curled against her stomach as she thought about how loud she had sounded.Her chest clamped. What would Lina’s reaction be? The thoughts troubled her she almost forgot the burning ache between her thighs. With the way he had fucked her, if she was still dripping then she was not a step away from being an actual slut. One he created for himself only. As Rosealba’s heart pounded against her ea
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Chapter 120. Rosealba stretched at the gentle caress of the morning sun against her cheeks—lips grimacing while she ran her hands around the other side of the bed searching for her other half. As her hands met with emptiness—she stilled, lashes fluttering open. She sat up immediately, her big doe eyes searching around for him. “I am here,” Drystan mumbled, eyes locked against his screen. He knew the moment she woke up, and he knew the moment she started looking for him. Rosealba followed the husky trail of his voice through the dimly lit room.He sat on a cream-colored couch, his shirtless broad chest and chiseled face illuminated by the light from the laptop screen.His gaze flickered from his laptop to her, locking his gaze against hers. Rosealba’s lips curled into a beautiful smile. She pulled the duvet away from her body getting on her feet. Her legs slid into the fluffy slippers and she made her way to Drystan, his big polo draping down her thick thighs. The moment she got
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Chapter 121 Rosealba glared at the screen of her phone, brows knitted in confusion as the unknown number displayed big and bright. For all she knew, she had a routine of people who called her. If Lina wasn’t calling, then it was her mother. But today, someone else was calling. Her fingers curled around the phone. A cringing feeling twisted in her stomach, and worry settled in. Could it be Lowel? Her breath hitched in her throat. The thought unsettled her. He didn’t have a reason to call her. She dropped the phone on the side table, looking into space. As soon as the call ended, the phone began to vibrate again. Rosealba picked up the phone, glaring at the screen—heart pounding like a ticking time bomb ready to explode. It could be someone entirely different, a voice in her head echoed. Someone from the writer’s firm. That was all it took for her hand to glide against the screen. She placed the phone to her ear, heart beating against her chest as she anticipated the voice f
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-03-28Sin For me, Daddy. Storm After Storm.
Chapter 122. Drytan’s brows knitted, furrowing slightly as Rosealba ran into his arms. His strong arms curled around her body, wrapping her in a warm embrace and stroking her hair between his fingers. Drystan lowered his chin dropping it at the middle of her head. That one action was anchoring. It was an action far better than millions of soothing words. His hand ran against her hair, stroking gently while letting her bask in the peace that his arms could offer. But he was triggered. Triggered to push forward. To ask questions— what had happened to her? Did she get a panic attack again? His heart skipped at just the thought of that. Could she have gotten a panic attack that he didn't know about? Anxiety slithered through his veins, rasping fearful fangs across his jaws. Drystan throat bobbled into a swallow. He ran his arm around her body, pulling her deeper. He would ask, but for now—he allowed her to settle. Rosealba’s heartbeat reduced gradually until there
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Chapter 123.Drystan’s fingers twitched. Anger hummed beneath his skin, scorching every layer like wildfire.His throat bobbed as he swallowed hard, trying to suppress the acrid taste of rage against his tongue.Silence stretched between them, hanging by a fragile thread of self-restraint. Fury burned through the deepest parts of him, but he couldn’t afford to unleash it. Not here. Not in front of her.Yet inside, he was raging. The fury howled like a beast clawing at the walls of his restraint. He wanted nothing more than to disappear to Rome, to hunt down every last incompetent fool he had entrusted with her safety. What the fuck had they been doing while her store was being attacked? Why hadn’t he been informed?His grip on the phone tightened, his knuckles paling with the force.Then his gaze lowered—only to meet hers.Rosealba was already staring up at him, her big, beautiful doe eyes demanding answers. She had heard her name, heard her store being mentioned, but the rest of the
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Chapter 124. Rosealba’s heart slammed against her ribcage, each thump echoing like a war drum inside her chest.Her hands trembled, fingers curling so tightly around her phone that her knuckles turned an eerie shade of white.Her stomach twisted. Her pulse drummed erratically.Lowel.The name alone was acid on her tongue. Bitter. Disgusting.The bastard had done this?A low growl rumbled in her throat, her stomach churning with sheer, unfiltered rage. Her grip on the phone remained ironclad as another message buzzed against her palm, vibrating with mockery.She inhaled sharply, dread coiling inside her ribs as she lowered her gaze.“More of this surprise is coming, Sunshine. And I am not going to stop until you come back crawling at my feet to take you back.”Her breath hitched. A sickening wave of nausea crashed into her. Sunshine. The word drummed against her ear. He had called her sunshine. Only Ignazio called her by that. No other person called her that name.Had he found o
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Chapter 125. Drystan walked into the cold damp dungeon. The air wreaked of power and deceased body. The body he had made sure they faced their doom after betrayal. The air was thick with the stench of sweat, blood, and piss. The dungeon was cold, the stone walls stained with the ghosts of past lessons.The overhead bulb flickered, casting erratic shadows across the stone floor, where dark stains told a thousand gruesome stories.Drystan stepped forward, boots echoing against the concrete floor The dungeon was silent. Too silent and the incompetent men knelt on the cold stone floor, wrists bound behind them, heads bowed. The air was thick—heavy with the scent of old blood, damp walls, and something worse. Fear. It clung to them, seeped into their skin, settled in their bones.Their bodies trembled. Not from the cold of the dungeon but from the weight of the presence standing before them. Alactor Merikh Drystan. A man who didn't know mercy. A man who never allowed things to slide.
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Chapter 126. The dim glow of the chandelier cast a soft, golden hue over Rosealba, illuminating the torment carved into her delicate features.She sat still on the vast king-size bed, knees pressed tightly against her chest, arms wrapped around herself as if holding her own fragile pieces together.Three days.Three days of aching silence.Three days of relentless thoughts clawing at her mind.Three days of Drystan’s undying love suffocating her like a vice—gentle, yet inescapable.And in these three days, she had felt it deeper than ever. Deeper than the heated passion they had shared in the past.She had once believed their intimacy was the peak of their connection. The way he worshiped her body, how he made her tremble and unravel beneath his touch. She thought that was the height of their love.But she had been wrong.It was in this moment of darkness, in the silent war within her soul, that she realized the truth.It wasn’t their bodies colliding in desperate need that defined t
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Sin For me, Daddy. Jealousy.
Chapter 135. Rosealba walked into the living room, heart fluttering against her chest.Three hours! It had been three hours without her man, yet it had felt like forever. A feeling of warmth seethed through her as she thought of what Drystan’s hands would feel like today when she fell into his embrace. Warm and inviting, as always.“Welcome, ma,” the guards greeted in unison as Rosealba made to take the stairs, too eager to see her man.She tilted her head backward, rendering them a polite smile and taking to her heels.She didn’t have time—not one she could spare for pleasantries.She got to the room, heart thrumming gently against her chest.She wondered what he could be doing. Perhaps lying on the bed, enclosed by the thoughts of her.Or…He could as well be stroking himself to an unholy thought of her.Her pussy tingled at the thought, and the sensation prickled her skin, sending a shudder across her spine.Rosealba hemmed against the air, reaching for the handle.The moment she
Sin For me, Daddy. Drawn In Doubt.
Chapter 134. The office was unlike anything Rosealba had ever imagined. The office was… breathtaking.But not in a loud, extravagant way. No—it was quietly beautiful and intimate. Personal if she must say. It soothed her taste so much to be called just a coincidence. It felt like walking into a dream that didn’t just scream luxury but whispered comfort. The kind that didn’t need to beg for attention because it already owned the room.Rosealba stepped inside slowly, her heels brushing against polished floors that shimmered like glass beneath her. Sunlight poured through the ceiling-to-floor windows, casting a warm, golden hue across the room. Her breath caught—not just because of the elegance—but because of the view.The city sprawled out before her, vast and glittering. Towers reaching into the sky, streets winding through tiny figures and glowing signs. It felt alive, moving, breathing—and yet here, inside this office, everything was still. Quiet. Like she was floating above the c
Sin For me, Daddy. Moments Without Her.
Chapter 133. Drystan sat under the glow of the dimly lit room, on a leather couch, opposite a buyer.A glass of red wine rested in his hand, his long fingers curling lightly around the stem. Behind him, Rocco stood silent and watchful, dressed in black, a shadow of the man he served. The scent of power clung to Drystan—still, magnetic, and quietly suffocating.The buyer sat forward, too close to the edge of his seat, voice nervous as it cracked through the silence. “I was thinking—uh—maybe we could renegotiate the price. Just this once. I mean, you’ve got supply, right? And I’ve got people waiting—”Drystan wasn’t listening. Not really.He sipped his wine slowly, letting the man’s words dissolve into the silence. He wasn’t really listening. Not entirely.His mind was somewhere else. Wrapped in the memory of warm lips pressed to his. Her back leaning against her sleek black Bugatti as he kissed her goodbye this morning.That kiss hadn’t been gentle. It had been desperate. Like they we
Sin For me, Daddy. A Dream Come True.
Chapter 132. The Bugatti La Voiture Noire glided into the compound with effortless grace, its jet-black body gleaming under the sunlight. Low and sleek, it moved like a shadow—silent, powerful, and impossible to ignore. The deep growl of the engine echoed briefly before settling into a low purr.Right behind it, a matte black Mercedes-Maybach followed at a respectful distance, just as polished, just as intimidating—but with the quiet elegance of a trusted guardian. Together, they rolled in like royalty, turning the compound into a runway of power.As the guard in the Maybach stepped out, he hurriedly walked to the Bugatti.The door opened, and Rosealba’s pointed-toe stiletto heels came into view as she dropped one leg down. The beauty of her fairy-like legs caught the glow of the sunrise, the delicate curve of her calves accentuated as she stepped out of the car, standing at an imposing 5’9”.The gentle morning air lifted her hair, causing it to flutter like a golden halo around her.
Sin For me, Daddy. First Day At Work.
Chapter 131. Rosealba stood in front of the glass that mirrored a confidence sponsored by her elegant outfit. Draped in a long, thick, tank-tailored-to-perfection coat—she stood tall, reflecting the actual meaning of perfection. The door to the room opened, and the air shifted. The tension in the air thickened as Drystan stood by the door, leaning gently against it, arms crossed. His eyes swept her in, taking in the tank coat that flowed past the calves, with structured shoulders and a soft, satiny lining that flashed subtly against the lighting. Rosealba shifted at the weight of his heavy glare. She turned to meet him staring at her. Eyes locked against her black cross-neck singlet, which gave a simple, sultry, and chic appearance. Drystan grinned, his eyes glimmering with something dangerous. She looked like a flirt to the look of power and oh freaking Molly! That was his woman! Draped in black—danger’s favorite color, she looked like everything—sinful. Just like he liked it
Sin For me, Daddy. Cumming On His Cock.
Chapter 130. Drystan’s fingers flexed against her waist, fighting the urge to take control But this was her moment. Her moment to fuck him. To ruin him. To show him that she was something more than the good girl he knew her as. So he allowed her to take the show. Rosealba moved her hand to his chest, her fingers trailing gentle featherlight touches against it. Then she rolled her hips, slow at first savoring the way his abs tightened, and the way his breathing shuddered. Slowly, she began to hump her body, taking him in like a slut. Drystan’s grip on her waist tightened. His head rolled backward. “Goodness!” He groaned, his fingers digging deeper, guiding her move, even though he promised to let her lead. Rosealba rolled her hips, throwing her head backward and savoring the pleasure of the moment. Her walls tightened at every hump, sensation crawling across her spine. Drystan’s lips parted, his muscles tightening. “Just like that.” He mumbled, lips trembling. Rosealba arched
Sin For me, Daddy. Claiming Him.
Chapter 129. Rosealba’s delicate fingers moved against his belt, her touch featherlight yet deliberate. Drystan leaned back against the pillow, his body tense with anticipation as she unbuckled the leather strap and pulled it away with a slow, teasing motion.Their eyes remained locked, a silent challenge passing between them. With measured grace, she slid his pants from his waist, and he instinctively lifted his hips, granting her full access to remove them along with his briefs.His semi-hard member sprang free, thick and proud, and Rosealba’s eyes gleamed with delight—like it was the first time she was seeing him.Three days.Three days without him. Three days without the aching stretch of him inside her. Three days without the connection made her body feel utterly complete.Still holding his gaze, she moved her slender fingers to his waiting cock, wrapping them around him, her grip warm and possessive.Drystan’s muscles tensed at her touch. Slowly, deliberately, she began to stro
Sin For me, Daddy. Ruining Him Instead.
Chapter 128. Drystan walked them into the dimly lit room, the air thick with tension and unspoken desire. Rosealba stood before him, her breath shallow, her body aching for his touch. His eyes, dark and possessive, traced every curve of her figures as if memorizing the landscape of his next sin. “You are trembling,” Drystan murmured, stepping closer, his fingers grazing the straps of her silk dress. “Is it fear of anticipation?”Rosealba's lips parted, but no words came out. A ghost of a smirk played on his lips as he reached for the delicate fabric, pulling it down, inch by agonizing inch. The material pooled at her feet, leaving her bare under his heated gaze. “Perfection,” he whispered his breath fanning against her neck as she tailed slowly, open-mouthed kisses along her collarbone. Rosealba stiffened, his kiss sending a wild sensation across her spine. “Every inch of you... Is mine.” His hand roamed around her body, worshiping, teasing, claiming her with every touch. His
Sin For me, Daddy. To Ruin You.
Chapter 127. The gentle evening breeze curled around Rosealba’s skin the moment she stepped outside, its crisp touch carrying the faint scent of rain and roses.Slowly, Drystan’s hands moved away from her eyes.Rosealba blinked, her lashes fluttering as she adjusted to the dim golden glow of the driveway. The air around her seemed to be still, thick with something unspoken, something that coiled around her chest and stole her breath.And then she saw it.The car.Sleek, dark, and devastatingly perfect.The Bugatti La Voiture Noire stood like a beast waiting to be tamed, its midnight-black body gleaming under the soft wash of the golden moonset. Its curves were pure temptation, an art piece sculpted by the gods of speed and power.But that wasn’t what made her breath hitch.It was the roses.A sea of crimson roses spilled from the open doors onto the pristine leather seats. Hundreds—maybe thousands—of delicate petals, each one whispering of something deeper. Something unspoken.Roseal
