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

<p>The metal walls of the crate seem to press even closer now, suffocating me with their rough, frigid touch. It's as if the steel has soaked in the essence of the sea—the unforgiving chill of the ocean depths and the briny tang of salt and rust. My back aches as I brace against it, the dampness clinging to me like a second skin, sapping not just my warmth but my resolve. Every breath tastes bitter, heavy with the stench of gasoline, oil, and despair.</p>

<p>The roar of the engine surges again, drowning out every sound but the ceaseless pounding of my heartbeat, reverberating like war drums in my chest. Each slam of the waves jerks the crate and my body within it; I'm tossed like flotsam in a nightmare rhythm that never ends. My stomach clenches, rebelling against the constant heaving motion, and the darkness… God, the darkness feels alive, wrapping around me in a sinister embrace, whispering horrors into my ears that my mind gladly fills in.</p>

Chapter 88