Cum inside me, Daddy: A COLLECTION OF RAW EROTICA
Victor stood behind me, cock still half-hard and glistening with our combined mess. He reached down, scooped a finger through the cum dripping from my hole, then brought it to my lips. "Taste how full I left you, baby girl."
I sucked his finger clean without hesitation, moaning softly at the salty, musky mix. "More," I whispered. "I want both of you again. Harder this time."
Jamal chuckled low, stroking his length back to full hardness. It looked even longer now, curved and slick from my spit. "Greedy little thing. Flip over. I want to see your face while I fuck you."
Cum Inside Me, Daddy is a collection of straight-up filthy stories about raw, no-limits sex. Bodies crashing together in hard fucks. Holes stretched wide, throats used rough, sheets drenched in cum and sweat.Each one dives deep into pure hunger, cocks slamming in deep, pussies taking it hard, asses getting claimed with no mercy. All the taboo stuff you crave, laid out in brutal detail.No romance. No sweet talk. Just hard, wet, pounding sex that leaves you spent. This book isn't about love. It's about need and giving in until you're soaked.
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Chapter: The Last Siren 4The next morning, the sun finally broke through the clouds, but Elias didn't take her to the deck.He had spent the whole night watching her sleep, and the more he looked at her, the more his greed grew. He realized he didn't want the crew to see her silver skin or hear the way she breathed. He was too selfish for that. He wanted her hidden away in his room, like a secret treasure that only he could touch.But he still wanted them to know. He wanted every man on that ship to hear the sounds coming from his cabin so they would know she was being claimed, over and over, by their Captain alone.He walked into the room carrying a tray of fruit and fresh bread. He set it down and just stared at her. His eyes were dark with a hunger that food couldn't fix. Even after a night of having her, he still wanted her.Elara sat up slowly, pulling the sheets to her chest. Her throat felt dry, and for the first time since she was dragged from the ocean, she spoke. It wasn't a song or a moan. It was a
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Chapter: The Last Siren 3The gale outside had yet to break, but within the timbered walls of the Captain’s cabin, the air had grown thick with a different, more suffocating heat.Elara lay draped across the heavy quilts, her silver hair a tangled web against the dark fabric. She was breathless, her skin slicked with a fine sheen of sweat that caught the flickering lantern light. Her legs remained parted in a daze of exhaustion, and the heavy evidence of Elias’s previous claim was a slow, warm trickle against her inner thighs.Elias stood at the foot of the bed, his chest heaving. He watched her with a gaze that had shifted from simple greed to something far more dangerous: obsession.In the span of a single night, the siren had become his sun and moon. The way she took him the way her body fought and then inevitably folded under his had ignited a hunger in him that no amount of gold or conquest could ever sate. He didn't just want her song anymore. He wanted her soul. He wanted to be the only thing she knew.
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Chapter: The Last Siren 2The storm outside was nothing compared to the violence of the air inside Captain Elias Blackthorn’s cabin.Elara lay back on the heavy oak bed, her silver hair tangled across the dark sheets like spilled moonlight. Her chest rose and fell in jagged, desperate hitches, her thighs still vibrating from the onslaught she’d just endured. She felt raw, open, and utterly conquered.Elias stood at the foot of the bed, a silhouette of hard muscle and dark intent. He was slick with sweat, his breath a low, rhythmic growl in the shadows. He looked at her not as a guest, but as a prize won from the depths. His cock was still heavy and rigid, twitching with a hunger that seemed bottomless.He wasn't finished. The night was young, and his greed was old.Without a word, he caught her ankles in his calloused grip and yanked her toward him until she was balanced on the very edge of the mattress. He pushed her knees back toward her shoulders, exposing her swollen, flushed, and still weeping the evidenc
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Chapter: The Last Siren 1The sea was a churning graveyard that night.The Siren’s Bane groaned under the weight of the Atlantic, her timbers screaming as waves like black mountains thrashed against the hull. Lightning fractured the sky, illuminating the spray-soaked deck where the crew hauled at the nets with desperate, white-knuckled strength. They had been fishing for survival in the heart of the gale, but the weight they dragged over the railing was no harvest of silver-scale fish.It was her.Tangled in the heavy hemp ropes, Elara lay gasping on the salt-slicked wood. Her silver hair was a wet shroud against her skin, and the iridescent shimmer of scales still clung to her hips a fading ghost of the siren she had been before the dry air forced her transition. As she lay there, her tail split into trembling, human legs, leaving her exposed and vulnerable under the leering eyes of the crew."Captain… it’s a siren," a sailor breathed, his voice a jagged mix of superstitious terror and sudden a sharp gree
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Chapter: Fucked by the Alpha Pack IIThe thirty-day countdown wasn’t a calendar in my head; it was a fever in my blood.I had tried to play the part of a normal woman. I went to the office, drank my coffee, and sat through meetings, but I was a fraud. Beneath my professional slacks, the faint, fading bruises on my inner thighs felt like brand marks, and every time I closed my eyes, I didn't see the fluorescent lights of the city. I saw golden eyes. I felt the phantom weight of five powerful bodies pressing me into the earth. My body was a traitor, aching with a hollow, pulsing void that nothing in the civilized world could fill.When the moon finally bled into that familiar, predatory red, I didn't fight it. I didn't lock the doors. The "lone wolf" I used to be was already dead.I walked into the ancient heart of the woods wearing a white silk slip that felt like a spiderweb against my skin. The air was thick with the scent of pine and damp earth, but underneath it was the heavy, musk-laden pheromones of the pack. They
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Chapter: Fucked by the Alpha Pack IMy name is Luna, and for as long as I can remember, I’ve been a ghost in the trees.I walked away from pack life years ago, trading their suffocating laws and endless power struggles for the silence of the forest edges. I liked the cold air on my fur and the fact that I didn't owe my loyalty to anyone but the moon. I was free. I was untouchable.Or so I thought, until the night the sky turned the color of a fresh kill.I was running beneath the Blood Moon, the air thick and copper-scented, when the atmosphere suddenly curdled. It was like a physical weight a surge of electricity that made my hackles rise and my heart hammer against my ribs. It was a scent I recognized from old legends and hushed warnings.The Alpha Pack.There were five of them. They weren't just wolves; they were a force of nature, known for a ruthlessness that kept every other pack in the territory silent. They were a collective massive, dominant, and tonight, they were hunting.I tried to vanish into the undergrowt
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DRIPPING WET: A COLLECTION OF EROTICA
“You wear these little skirts… are you trying to seduce me?” His eyes dragged down my body.
“I—I don’t know what you’re talking about”
Before I could finish, his hand slid up my thigh, fingers brushing beneath the edge of my skirt. My breath hitched. He shoved my panties aside and pressed two thick fingers inside me.
“Ahh. . . Kelvin. .” My knees buckled against the sink as he started slow, then thrust rougher, stretching me with every push.
“You like that, baby girl?” he whispered against my lips.
“Yes… oh God, yes.”
His mouth hovered over mine, stealing the sound of my moans before he spun me around to face the mirror. My own reflection stared back at me wide eyes, flushed cheeks while Kelvin loomed behind, his heat swallowing me whole.
“Watch while I fuck you,” he growled, shoving down his zipper.
The heavy length of him slammed into me in one rough stroke, knocking the air from my lungs.
“F-fuck!” I cried out, gripping the sink for dear life.
He yanked my hair back, forcing me to look at myself as he pounded into me. “Be my slut today.”
Dripping Wet is a collection of straight-up filthy stories about raw, no-limits sex.
Bodies crashing together in hard fucks. Holes stretched wide, throats used rough, sheets drenched in cum and sweat.
Each one dives deep into pure hunger, cocks slamming in deep, pussies taking it hard, asses getting claimed with no mercy. All the taboo stuff you crave, laid out in brutal detail.
No romance. No sweet talk. Just hard, wet, pounding sex that leaves you spent. This book isn't about love. It's about need and giving in until you're soaked.
قراءة
Chapter: Open marriage 4 (Group s*x)The bedroom was a war zone: sheets soaked, pillows scattered, cum drying in sticky patches on skin and fabric. Nobody had the energy to stay inside anymore. The night air called—cool, dark, private enough behind the tall fence and thick trees.Elena led the way to the sliding glass doors, still naked, cum still leaking from her overstuffed pussy and ass. Her legs shook with every step, thighs slick, tits swaying heavy and red from all the slapping. The others followed—Marcus’s cock already half-hard again, Liam stroking himself slow, Ryan and Sophia hand-in-hand, Olivia’s blonde hair wild and tangled.The backyard was lit only by the soft glow of string lights along the fence and the half-moon overhead. The grass was cool under their bare feet. A large outdoor sectional sat near the pool—wide, cushioned, perfect.Elena didn’t hesitate. She dropped to her knees on the grass first, ass up, face down, presenting herself under the moonlight.“Anal,” she said, voice wrecked but hungry. “A
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Chapter: Open marriage 3 (Group s*x)The stairs were slippery with cum and sweat by the time they reached the master bedroom. Nobody bothered closing the door. The king bed waited in the center, sheets already rumpled from earlier fantasies Elena and Marcus had shared. Now it was about to become real.Elena hit the bed first, crawling to the middle on all fours, ass up, pussy and ass still gaping and dripping from the stairway pounding. Her thighs shook, tits hanging heavy, nipples red and swollen from all the pinching and biting downstairs.Marcus and Ryan followed right behind her cocks hard again, veins bulging, heads slick.Sophia and Olivia climbed on either side, eyes wild, fingers already trailing down their own bodies.Liam stood at the foot of the bed, stroking himself slow, and watching.Elena looked back over her shoulder, voice hoarse but demanding.“Two cocks. One pussy. Now.”Marcus and Ryan didn’t hesitate.Marcus lay on his back beside her. Elena straddled him immediately, sinking down onto his thick sha
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Chapter: Open marriage 2 (Group s*x)The living room was a battlefield of sweat, cum, and ruined furniture. Nobody bothered to clean up. Bodies were still shaking, cocks still semi-hard, pussies still leaking and swollen. The air smelled like raw sex thick, musky, addictive.Elena was the first to stand on wobbly legs. Cum dripped from her inner thighs down to her ankles. She looked at the group, eyes glassy, lips swollen from kissing and sucking.“Kitchen,” she said, voice hoarse. “Now.”No one questioned it. They followed her like animals in heat.The kitchen island was wide, marble, cold. Perfect.Sophia hopped up first, ass on the edge, legs spread wide. Her red hair stuck to her sweaty neck. Liam stepped between her thighs immediately, cock already hard again, and slammed into her without warning. Sophia’s scream bounced off the high ceilings pure, guttural pleasure.“Fuck me like you hate me,” she begged, nails raking down his back.Liam did. He grabbed her throat with one hand, squeezed just enough to make her eye
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Chapter: Open marriage 1 (Group s*x)Elena paced the living room, heart hammering like a drum in her chest. The house smelled like fresh candles and the faint citrus of the cleaner she'd used to wipe down every surface that morning. She and Marcus had talked about this for weeks, fantasized in bed about what it would feel like to let go, to invite others into their marriage. But now that the doorbell was about to ring, her stomach twisted with nerves and a hot, pulsing excitement she couldn't ignore.Marcus came up behind her, his hands sliding around her waist, pulling her back against his solid chest. He was already half-hard, his breath warm on her neck. "You ready for this?"She turned in his arms, kissing him deep, tasting the mint on his tongue from the gum he'd been chewing to calm himself. "Yeah. Are you?"He grinned, that cocky smile that always made her wet. "More than you know."The doorbell chimed..Sophia and Liam arrived first. Sophia, Elena's college roommate, with her fiery red hair and curves that turned
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Chapter: Cummed on my bestie bf d**k IIThe guilt from the morning fuck had already faded by lunch. Phillip and I barely left the couch. We ate cold pizza straight from the box, half-naked, laughing at nothing. Every time our eyes met, the air crackled again. We both knew we were playing with fire, but neither of us wanted to put it out.By early afternoon the house felt too quiet, too full of secrets. Phillip stood up, stretched, his body still marked from my nails. He looked at me sprawled on the cushions, legs open, his cum still dried on my inner thighs, and something dark flashed in his eyes.“Upstairs,” he said, voice low. Not a question.I followed him to Lila’s bedroom. The door clicked shut behind us. He didn’t bother with lights. The curtains were half-drawn, soft gray afternoon spilling across the bed.He pushed me down on my back without a word. My legs fell open instinctively. He stripped his shorts in one motion, cock already thick and hard again.No foreplay. No kisses. No teasing.He lined up and slammed int
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Chapter: Cummed on my bestie bf d**k IMy name is Janna. Twenty, college sophomore, the kind of girl who’s always been careful—good grades, good girl reputation, the one who never crosses lines. My best friend since middle school is Lila. We do everything together: sleepovers, study sessions, late-night talks about boys. And then there’s Phillip.Phillip is Lila’s boyfriend. Tall, dark hair that always falls into his eyes, quiet laugh, the kind of guy who makes you feel noticed when he looks at you. I’ve known him almost as long as Lila has. He’s been around for movie nights, group hangs, beach trips. I’ve always thought he was attractive—anyone with eyes would—but I never let myself think beyond that. He was Lila’s. Off-limits. End of story.Until the night everything changed.Lila had a family emergency out of town. Her mom got sick suddenly, and she left on short notice, asking me to house-sit for the weekend so the place wouldn’t be empty. Phillip was supposed to stay at his own apartment, but he showed up Friday night
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Chapter: Part twenty-three — You CameEthan’s POVMy birthday started before the sun even finished waking up.I woke to a low hum of activity outside—nothing loud yet, just that rhythmic sound of chairs being dragged across the grass and distant voices calling out instructions. When I pulled back the curtains, I saw the transformation. My backyard looked like a movie set. Lights were being strung between the trees, and the setup was way bigger than anything I’d expected.Papa doesn't do "small." Mama always says he likes to make moments feel unforgettable. Looking at the scale of this, I guess ten was supposed to be one for the books.By the afternoon, the place was packed. The air smelled like grilled food and expensive cologne. Music was thumping, low enough to talk over but loud enough to feel. I should’ve been on top of the world. I was smiling, laughing, and shaking hands with family friends I barely knew.."Happy birthday, little man!""This is insane, Ethan!"I said all the right things. I played the part. Jules sh
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Chapter: Part twenty-two — The InvitationEthan’s POVBirthdays used to be so simple.There was a routine to it: the smell of chocolate cake, too much noise, Mama smiling until her cheeks ached, and Papa pretending he didn't care about the logistics even though he’d been planning the whole thing for a month.Now, it feels like a test. Or maybe a trap.I sat at my desk, staring at the small stack of invitation cards Mama had made. They were neat, printed on heavy paper with my name at the top. It was the kind of thing that should have made me excited, and I was technically. It just wasn't that easy, chest-bursting kind of excitement I used to have."Are you going to keep staring at them, or are you actually going to hand them out?" Jules asked, leaning over my shoulder."I’m getting to it," I said."You’ve been 'getting to it' for ten minutes, bro."I shrugged, sliding the cards into my bag. "It’s a big deal. You only turn this age once."He snorted. "It’s a party, Ethan, not a summit meeting. Let’s go."The hallway was a mess
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Chapter: Part twenty-One — Like I Don’t ExistIsabella’s POV.I saw him the second he walked through the doors.I wasn’t even looking for him. That’s the lie I keep telling myself, anyway. But my eyes have developed this magnetic pull they find him in a crowd of hundreds like it’s a reflex. Like breathing. For a heartbeat, everything felt okay again. I actually let myself believe today would be the day the air cleared. I could almost see it: him walking over, that lopsided smile on his face, a quiet "hey" that would make the last forty-eight hours feel like a bad dream.Then his eyes met mine. Just for a flicker of a second.My heart did that stupid, hopeful lift, the one I couldn't stop if I tried. And then, he looked away.He didn't just look away; he looked through me. He kept walking, his stride steady and purposeful, right past my locker as if I were part of the architecture. Just another face in the hallway.I didn't move. I couldn't. I just stood there with my hand frozen on the cold metal of my locker door, my brain tryin
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Chapter: Part Twenty — Read, Not AnsweredEthan’s POVThe night dragged on, heavy and suffocating in a way that had nothing to do with the heat.Dinner was a blur of practiced normalcy. Mama asked if the chicken was too dry; Papa mentioned something about a project at work. I played my part, nodding in the right places, offering the occasional "yeah" or "cool." To anyone looking through the kitchen window, we were just a typical family finishing a Tuesday. But my head was a thousand miles away, stuck in a loop that always ended with her face.When I finally escaped to my room, the silence felt different. It wasn't the peaceful kind of quiet you want at the end of the day; it was the kind that makes your ears ring. I shut the door, the click of the latch sounding like a final period at the end of a sentence.I collapsed onto the bed, staring up at the glow-in-the-dark stars on my ceiling remnants of a childhood that felt like a lifetime ago."What is the problem?" I muttered to the empty air.The ceiling didn't answer.I rolle
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Chapter: Part nineteen — Something’s WrongEthan’s POVBy the time I got home, the air already felt thin.It wasn't anything I could see. The apartment building looked the same same chipped paint on the radiator, same muffled sound of the neighbor’s TV through the walls. My keys turned in the lock with that familiar, metallic click, but when the door swung open, the silence of the hallway seemed to follow me inside.I dropped my bag by the door. It hit the floor with a heavy, dead thud that echoed a little too long. The kitchen smelled like garlic and something savory—Mama’s cooking—but for the first time, the scent didn't make my stomach growl. It just felt like background noise."Mama?" I called out."In here, Ethan," she answered from the kitchen.I walked in, my movements feeling stiff and slow. She was standing by the stove, stirring a pot with one hand while the other pushed a stray lock of hair behind her ear. She looked calm, grounded, like the world hadn't shifted on its axis since this morning. But the second she tur
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Chapter: Part eighteen — What Mama SaidIsabella’s POVThe car ride home was suffocating. It wasn't that comfortable, easy silence where you can just lean your forehead against the glass and watch the world blur by. This was heavy—a thick, physical weight sitting right on my ribs, making every breath feel like a chore. I kept my hands locked in my lap, staring at my cuticles as if they were the most fascinating thing in the world. Anything to avoid looking at her.Mama was on the phone. Again.Usually, her work voice is just busy, but today it was sharp cold enough to draw blood. "I don’t care what the retainer is," she snapped into the receiver. "Just fix it. I want the narrative handled." She exhaled, a slow, controlled hiss of air. "No. I’ll deal with the girl myself."She clicked the phone off and tossed it onto the leather seat between us. The silence that followed was worse than the shouting."Isabella Darling."I sat up straighter, my spine hitting the seat back. "Yes, Mama."She didn't look at me with worry. She loo
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Chapter: Chapter 35*Damien*The moment Scarlett stepped out of the office, Ivy broke down.Her hands trembled as she tried to wipe her face, her voice cracking. “I just I can’t stop seeing it, Damien. Every time I close my eyes… Ana’s face, the blood”Before I could react, she stumbled forward and wrapped her arms around me. For a second, I froze, caught off guard. Her body was shaking, her clothes still damp from the rain. She looked terrified. Completely undone.I sighed quietly and pulled her closer, one hand resting gently on her back. “Hey… it’s okay,” I murmured. “You’re safe now. You hear me?”She nodded against my chest, her breathing uneven. “I didn’t know where else to go,” she whispered. “I’ve been trying to sleep but I keep waking up… I keep hearing her scream.”Her voice broke, and I felt her tears soak through my shirt.I tightened my arm around her, slow and steady, letting her calm down. “It’s over, Ivy. What happened wasn’t your fault.”She pulled back just a little, her eyes glossy and
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Chapter: Chapter 34IvyI decided to go to Damien’s house. It was raining, the kind of heavy, biting rain that made the air feel like ice against my skin. Still, I didn’t hesitate. I grabbed my bag, threw on my clothes, and pulled a cap low over my head before boarding a cab straight to his apartment.The ride felt endless, fifteen minutes stretching like hours, every second dragging as the rain hammered down on the roof. When we finally pulled into his estate, I paid the driver and stepped out. My shoes sank into puddles, my clothes already plastered to my body by the storm.The garden looked different. Maybe because it had been so long since I was here… or maybe because the air itself carried a weight tonight. Something about it felt wrong.That’s when I saw them.Two men in sharp suits, standing stiff, their posture too precise. They looked like those hot FBI agents you see in movies, the kind that don’t miss a single detail. My stomach dropped. My heart raced so fast I thought it might rip through my
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Chapter: Chapter 33*Damien*I stood in my office, hands braced on the edge of the desk, staring down at the untouched glass of whiskey in front of me. The amber liquid glowed faintly in the late afternoon light, but I hadn’t taken a sip. Not yet.I hadn’t earned the relief.The weight of Ana’s death still clung to the air—heavy, suffocating. Her blood was no longer on the floor, but it was everywhere else. On my conscience. In my lungs. Beneath my skin.I had failed her.And Ivy.And Scarlett.I pressed a hand to my chest, trying to steady my heartbeat that always spiraled when I thought too long about what if.What if the killer had gone after Scarlett?What if Ivy didn’t make it out?What if this was only the beginning?I hadn’t slept since the night it happened.“Sir?” Malik’s voice came from the hallway, dragging me from my thoughts. “Scarlett’s in the garden. Do you want me to keep eyes on her?”I glanced at the clock. Scarlett had said she wanted some air earlier. She needed space, and after all t
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Chapter: Chapter 32*Damien*The Next Day“So, this is the easiest way to reach all of us at once,” I said, standing at the center of the main living space in the estate, now turned into a makeshift security hub.“We’ll tour the entire premises after lunch. That way everyone gets familiar with the layout.”After everything that happened… Ana’s death, Ivy’s tears, Scarlett’s fear I wasn’t taking any more risks. I'd doubled the security across the entire property. My wife deserved to feel safe. And I needed to feel like I could protect what mattered most.The truth was, I still felt like a monster.Ivy. That night. The sex. The chaos. The guilt.It clung to me like smoke after a fire, suffocating and unshakable. What I felt for Ivy whatever it was had morphed into a knot of shame and regret. I cared for her once, maybe more than I should have.But yesterday, when I saw Scarlett, heard her voice trembling in fear, saw her protectively cradle her stomach…It hit me.What I had with Ivy wasn’t love.It was lu
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Chapter: Chapter 31*Ivy*Police swarmed the hotel like ants on sugar blue lights flashing, yellow tape cutting off every corridor. Investigators, medics, cameras. It was chaos. Controlled, methodical chaos.And I stood right in the middle of it, crying.Or at least… pretending to.Tears rolled down my cheeks, my body trembling like a scared little girl. I could’ve won an Oscar."The man attacked both of you?" the officer asked gently, his pen ready."Y-Yes," I mumbled, my voice cracking as I sniffled. I dabbed my eyes with a tissue Damien had handed me earlier. The officer nodded, scribbling into his notepad."He was insane," I added, shaking my head, forcing my lip to tremble like I was still shaken to the core.He glanced at his notes. "You said he was a white male, approximately 30 to 40 years old. Dressed in all black. Wielded only a knife?"I nodded quickly. "Yes. I was so scared. Ana… she tried to protect me. And he...."I broke down again, letting out a sob for good measure. “She didn’t deserve t
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Chapter: Chapter 30Present Moment*Damien*The way Ivy’s voice quivered with fear hit me harder than any threat ever could. It reminded me of a truth I’d long buried beneath power and success—being a billionaire CEO of a massive company doesn’t just make me a target. It paints a red mark on the backs of everyone I care about.And now… this.The guilt twisted deep in my chest, sick and sharp. I should’ve been more careful. I should’ve done more. This never would’ve happened if I had better security, tighter control, fewer blind spots.This tragedy—Ana’s blood, Ivy’s trembling hands—it was on me.“Who was he? What’s his name?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.“I… I don’t know,” she choked out, tears cracking her voice like glass.Her pain gutted me. And worse? I knew she was trying to be strong—for me. For all of us. But it was me who failed her.I pulled her into my arms, holding her like I could somehow squeeze the fear out of her body and into mine. “It’s okay… You’re safe now,” I whispered int
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