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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 · 现代言情
分數不夠
87 Chs

Chapter 27

Allison's POV

My head is pounding, like my brain is breathing—throbbing violently, sending sharp waves of pain through my skull. I try to open my eyes, but they feel impossibly heavy, as if they've been weighed down with lead.

A wild grunt escapes my lips, jarring me from the thick fog of sleep. I don't want to wake up—I'm too weary, too overwhelmed by the dense atmosphere pressing in on me. But there's a nagging feeling that something is wrong, like I'm lost or out of place.

Slowly, my eyelids force themselves open. A flood of sunlight pierces through, causing me to squeeze them shut again with a squint. I blink twice, tightly, trying to ground myself in reality. But the warmth surrounding me and the silky fabric against my skin make me jolt out of my slumber, the abrupt movement sending another agonizing throb through my head.