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>She's asleep, her stillness deceptively innocent, yet beneath the serene facade lies a whirlwind of chaos, waiting to erupt. She's a goddess—wild, untamed—caught in the quiet before the storm. And here I am, in the same private suite I had shared just hours ago with her sister, marveling at the contrast between the two of them.</p>

<p>I trace the curve of her jaw with my finger, mesmerized by the softness of her skin. How is it possible for someone to be both a breathtaking force of beauty and yet so pure, so untainted, like a newborn? It's as if she exists in two worlds—one that makes me ache with desire and another that fills me with a protective tenderness. I can't even summon anger toward her anymore. All the hurt and jealousy have evaporated. Just looking at her makes everything fade away. I don't want to fight or resent her. All I want to do is wrap her in my arms, shield her from the world, and love her without question.</p>

Chapter 99