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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 40

Allison's POV

I sit, waiting endlessly for Jessica, but she's nowhere to be found. The minutes drag on, every second stretching like a taut wire about to snap. Dread coils tight in my stomach. My gut tells me what I've been refusing to admit: Darius has played me. I can practically feel the weight of his manipulation. Jessica must be in his grip now, possibly held captive, and I'm lying here like a fool while he haggles for ransom with her father.

Darius was here not long ago, standing at the foot of my bed, that smug, predatory smile barely contained. He promised me I'd see Jessica if I gave him a detailed account of our conversation afterward. As if that mattered. He's probably got eyes on me right now—hidden cameras in every corner, watching my every move, recording my desperation. He doesn't need my words. He just enjoys twisting the knife, savoring how far he can push me.