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"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

Grenade's plan to infiltrate Jessica's island mansion is risky, maybe even reckless. She's convinced that an invitation is all she needs—that Jessica will grant her an audience if she simply asks for one. But to me, the idea reeks of a trap, especially since her brilliant strategy involves hiding me in a cargo crate. A wave of irritation rises in me; the plan makes me feel like nothing more than deadweight.

"And if she suspects it's a raid?" I ask, my foot tapping nervously on the floor as we hash this out in the dim light of the lobby.

Grenade gives me a wry smile, like I've just asked if the sky is blue. "She's Jessica. She'll expect something. Though, honestly, I still can't believe Gerald isn't the one pulling the strings. She respects him like he's some kind of god," she mutters, frustration slipping into her voice. There's doubt in her eyes, a sliver of mistrust I know she's feeling toward me.

Chapter 87