Favour_Abigail

"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."
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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.

Her Master's desire

The bag over my head smells faintly of gasoline and something stale. It's been there since they grabbed me, blinding me, making the world feel claustrophobic and close. I can hear the hum of the car's engine, feel the leather seat creak beneath me, and sense a stillness outside, as if we're parked somewhere out of the way. My wrists are bound tight behind me, and the ache in my shoulders is a dull, constant throb.

The passenger door opens suddenly, and a waft of cologne fills the air, heavy and unmistakable. I don't need to see him to know who it is. Allison's father. His cologne is in my nostrils, filling the car lingering in the atmosphere, impossible to ignore. It wraps around me like a warning.

From behind the suffocating cloth, I try to peer through the tiny air holes, hoping for just a glimpse of something — anything. But it's useless. The bag is thick and unyielding, pressing me deeper into the dark.

Chapter 83