All Chapters of Touch me, Ruin me: Daddy's pet: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Isla’s pov. My father never loved me. He never cared. But one thing I knew for certain—he would never allow anyone to lay a hand on me. Anyone aside from him. That explained the fury in his glare as he looked at my stepmother. And she knew it too. It was written all over her face, in the fear that widened her eyes as she stared at him, frozen in place. Like I said, my father was a man who commanded and demanded respect. From his wife to his children to everyone around him. The only man I had ever seen my father bitterly yield to was Alaric. And that was because Alaric was more ruthless than he was. Alaric could bankrupt a company overnight—my father couldn’t. Alaric could make billions in minutes—my father never could. But most of all, Alaric was a Voss. Even if he was an illegitimate child of the Voss family, he was still one of them. And that alone made all the difference. My body went deadly still, and my heart pounded heavily against my chest—so loud, so insistent, I could

Isla pov. What have you done? Why are you here? Do you even know what you’re getting yourself into? Those questions echoed in my mind as I stood outside the lavish mansion before me—Alaric’s mansion. Everything in me screamed to turn around, to forget about this and drive away. I was on the verge of making a fucked-up decision, one I knew I’d regret. I thought my father was terrifying, but Alaric? He was worse. Maybe that was why I convinced myself this was a good idea—to seek help from the only man I’d ever seen my father bow to. But was it really? What if Alaric wasn’t the solution but another monster I should be running from? Damn it. There was no turning back now. I had to do this—there was no other choice. And nothing could be worse than getting married. I bit my bottom lip, hesitating for a moment before reaching out to press the doorbell. But before my fingers could even touch it, the door suddenly swung open on its own, nearly making my heart stop. I gasped, my eyes wi

Isla pov My mind went blank. My body went deadly still, frozen in place as Alaric’s lips pressed against mine. His kiss wasn’t soft or tender like Leon’s—it was rough, almost bruising, filled with a possessive intensity that left me breathless. A shiver ran down my spine, my hands trembling at my sides. I should have pushed him away, should have done something, but my body refused to move. This wasn’t supposed to happen. And yet… I couldn’t seem to pull away. My eyes fluttered closed before I could stop it, and my arms instinctively wrapped around his shoulders, pulling him closer. My back sinks into the soft couch as Alaric moves, climbing over me, and pinning me beneath him. My breath hitched as Alaric tilted my head to the side, his lips moving in sync with mine. His hand slid up my face and he cupped it, tracing his thumb softly across my skin. A gasp escaped me, and Alaric took full advantage, deepening the kiss, his tongue brushing against mine in a way that left me d

Isla pov “Let him go,” I said as I stepped onto the rooftop, wiping the beads of sweat from my forehead while shooting a glare at the two women before me. Suhyeon and Esther leaned away from the railing, turning to face me with bright smiles. I froze for a moment, caught off guard. These were my best friends since college— the only people who had ever truly been there for me. I had met Suhyeon and Esther at Harvard. Back then, they were everything I wasn’t— gorgeous, confident, and fully aware of their own worth. Surprisingly, our first encounter happened outside the library. Someone had stolen my bag, and before I could even process what had happened, Suhyeon and Esther had already dashed off, chasing down the thief. Within minutes, they returned, handing my bag back like heroes while the thief was basically beaten up. I had once asked them, back when we grew closer, why they had done it. Their response had been, "That was a Hermès Himalaya Birkin—there was no way in hell w

Alaric pov "Do you think I should have gone further? That I should have fucked her right then and there?" I asked again, my thoughts spiraling. My eyes narrowed as I tilted my head to the side, staring at nothing in particular. Ever since she left yesterday, I'd been trying to piece together what went wrong. Was she mad about the kiss? Or was she upset that I didn’t take it further? Because for a moment, it felt like she wanted me to. My fingers paused mid-motion as my mind replayed the way her body had trembled beneath me, the soft, breathless moans that escaped her lips, and the way her eyes were clouded with lust. “She wanted me to go further. Little rose wanted me.” The corner of my lips curved into a smirk as the realization settled in. A low chuckle rumbled from my chest as I leaned forward, resting my elbows on the desk, my thumb grazing over my lips in thought. If she had just begged like a good girl— if she had whispered that she wanted to be touched, to be fucke