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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 56

Allison's POV

I won't lie, the cabin's interior is a complete surprise, far more inviting than its rugged exterior suggested. The space is an eclectic blend—minimalist touches softened by bohemian accents. Worn leather chairs face a large, cozy couch draped in colorful throws. Soft light spills from a rustic chandelier, casting shadows that dance across the room. And there, sprawled on the longest couch, sit father and son, sharing a bottle of brandy, their laughter filling the air. Whatever joke they're enjoying must be hilarious, but I can't help but feel out of place.

The cabin even has its own electricity, something I never would've guessed. The dim glow in the sitting room is just enough to see by, though it forces us to squint as we adjust. The scene before me feels like some strange, post-Thanksgiving gathering—one of those awkward family reunions that happen when everyone pretends to be okay with each other.