webnovel

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 · Urbain
Pas assez d’évaluations
87 Chs

Chapter 53

Darius's POV

I fight against every urge surging through my body, resisting the pull of release that claws at me with a desperate intensity. Even though it feels like I'm being ripped apart inside, I won't give in. I can't. With a deep breath, I summon all the strength I have left and pull Allison up by her elbows, forcing her to meet my gaze. The struggle within me is merciless, but I'm determined not to let it win. I'll remember this moment and relive it later, alone, but right now I have one mission: to snap her out of this illusion.

I push her back under the cold spray of the shower, my clothes clinging to me as water drenches us both. The chill hits her like a slap, and she thrashes wildly in my grip.

"No! Shit! Fuck you!" she screams, her arms flailing, unsure where to aim her fury. But I hold her steady, firm, keeping her beneath the icy water, refusing to let go until she's herself again.