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Her Master's desire

"Take her," the dangerous man orders casually, like I'm the most boring little human he's ever encountered in his life. "I said stay the fuck away!" I yell at him this time, causing him to tilt his head in amusement. "A little girl like you shouldn't be swearing at your elders. It's bad habit. Your daddy should have taught you better." Hold on. My daddy. And if I heard correctly the first time, the other man had mentioned something about 'daughter' and 'grown woman'. Shit! What's going on? This must be Darius Hunter! And how do they know about my existence!? Oh no! My father! Have they taken him? Have they hurt him? "Darius... Hunter?" I stutter in sheer terror, the dangerous man tensing as I mention his name. "You know my name. I don't know if I should be impressed or disappointed," Darius chuckles, amusement seeping into his tone. "Errrm... I... Where's my father...?" My demand sounds more like a plea, my voice shuddering in painful anticipation. "Waiting for you at my place. He said we should come get you. I didn't expect you to be old enough to beat up my man. I am definitely impressed, and your value, my dear, has just gone up." --------------------------- Allison, a confined young woman who finds solace in books and writing, is thrust into a world of danger and deceit when her father, Frank, a reformed gambler turned priest, sells her to Darius Hunter, the infamous "Devil of California," to settle an old debt. Darius tries everything possible to break Allison for his pleasure, promising himself not to touch her innocence. Yet, as Allison navigates the treacherous waters of her new life, she discovers hidden strengths, forms unexpected bonds, and unravels the dark secrets of her family’s past. Amidst turmoil and passion, Allison and Darius find themselves entangled in a powerful and transformative love story, punctuated by shocking twists and turns.

Favour_Abigail · Urban
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87 Chs

Chapter 25

Allison's POV

As the limousine glides to a stop, I press my hands nervously into my lap, trying to steady myself. My heart thunders in my chest as I stare out the window. The estate is beyond anything I could've imagined. Darius's home, as grand as it is, looks modest compared to this.

Before us stretches a mansion that might as well be a castle. No—*is* a castle. Its stone facade glows in the warm light of strategically placed lanterns that line the winding driveway, casting long shadows on the meticulously trimmed hedges and marble statues that dot the landscape. The mansion looms ahead like something from a fantasy—massive, opulent, overwhelming. The turrets and towers reach up into the night sky, every window gleaming like jewels set into its stone surface. Ivy crawls up the sides, giving it an air of ancient nobility, and the vast estate surrounding it is shrouded in an air of quiet, almost sacred, luxury.