Novels by Keoni

My heart was hammering so hard I could hear it over the soft music playing from under the pillow. Luca stood there at the edge of the bed, fingers still holding that red ribbon. The way he looked at me felt different now. Not the usual teasing smirk. Something hungrier.“You said you wanted to shut my mouth, right?” he asked again, his voice low and rough.I swallowed. My arms were tangled in the satin, one pinned awkwardly above my head. The ribbons around my thighs kept me from kicking properly. I was sweaty from my run, chest rising and falling fast, and the thin fabric of my tank top and shorts suddenly felt way too revealing.“Luca, come on,” I said, trying to sound annoyed. “This prank is stupid. Untie me before I kick your ass.”He didn’t laugh this time. Instead, he sat on the edge of the bed, making the mattress dip. His hand moved slowly, tracing the ribbon that crossed over my stomach. The light touch sent a shiver through me. I told myself it was because the satin was co

I’d put up with Luca’s bullshit for three long years, and I was done. Ever since Mom married his dad, our house turned into his personal stage for every stupid, dirty joke he could come up with. Luca was twenty-four, cocky as hell, and thought he was the funniest guy alive. To me, he was just annoying.I’m Amelia, twenty-two, blonde, and trying to finish my last year of college without losing my mind. I run every morning, study late, and keep my room clean. Luca works from home doing God-knows-what on his laptop and spends the rest of his time finding new ways to get under my skin.His “jokes” were never harmless. He’d make crude comments about my ass when I walked by in shorts. He’d send me fake dick pics from random numbers and laugh when I blocked them. He loved walking around without a shirt, flexing his biceps like I was supposed to drool. And the constant step-sibling jabs? “We’re not blood, Amelia. It doesn’t count.” I hated how my face would heat up every single time.That Fri

I crept down the stairs barefoot, my thin nightgown clinging against my thighs with every careful step. My heart slammed against my ribs. The wooden floor felt cold under my soles. He waited by the open driver’s door of the black sedan, broad shoulders blocking most of the frame.“Get in the back.”I slid across the cool leather seat. He followed, and the car dipped under his weight. His big hand landed on my bare knee, his thumb stroking slow circles that sent shivers racing up my thigh. I trembled. He pulled me onto his lap, my nightgown bunching around my hips. I sank down onto his thick veiny cock with a choked gasp, mouth falling open in a silent “O” as the stretch burned deep inside me.My hands clutched his shoulders, nails digging into his shirt. I rolled my hips slow at first, then faster, the wet, obscene sounds of my cunt filling the quiet car. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of my ass, spreading me wider, guiding me harder. His breath hot on my ear. “Taking my cock i

I couldn’t meet my own eyes in the mirror the next morning. My thighs trembled as I stood there, the skin sticky with flaky white trails that pulled tight when I shifted my weight. My throat felt bruised and raw, each swallow a dull throb. Between my legs, my cunt pulsed with a deep, tender ache that made my knees buckle every time I tried to stand straight. The ghost of his fingers digging into the sides of my neck lingered in the shallow indentations I traced with shaking fingertips.In the shower, hot water stung the marks. My hand slipped between my thighs anyway, two fingers pushing inside the swollen heat. My hips jerked forward hard, chasing the stretch. I came with my teeth sunk into my wrist, muffling the broken whine that tried to escape, my other hand braced against the tile as my legs shook so violently I nearly slid down.My phone buzzed.Unknown number. Download this. Accept the invitation. You have 10 minutes.The app installed quickly. A tracking program. I stared at t

The carpet in his office cost more than my tuition. I knew that because I'd heard my mother say it once, that sharp tone she got when she was pretending not to be furious, and I'd put it away in the catalog of resentments I kept like a stockpile. Persian silk. Handmade, Thirteen thousand dollars, and I couldn't afford the bus fare back to campus.The safe was behind a painting. Of course it was. A fucking Turner seascape … something he'd bought at Sotheby's while my mother smiled in the photograph I'd seen on his phone. I'd watched him spin the dial enough times from the hallway to have the combination memorized. Left to 32, right to 18, left to 47.My hands shook as I turned the lock.The click was louder than I expected. I froze, my heart pounding against my ribs.The safe door swung open and I saw the cash stacks, the velvet boxes, the manila envelopes I didn't want to think about.I grabbed for the cash.And the lights came on."Well, well."His voice was calm. Almost amused. The

My legs shook around Ellis’s head, tears of pure frustration pricking at my eyes. I was right there, so close I could taste it, but he kept pulling me back with those lazy kisses on my thighs and wet folds. My hips jerked uselessly against his grip.“Please,” I gasped, voice wrecked. “I need to come.”Shane’s hand stroked my hair back from my sweaty forehead. “You’ll come when we say, baby. Tonight you’re taking everything we give you.”Ellis gave my clit one last slow lick that made me sob, then sat up. His mouth glistened. “Flip her over, man. I want that ass up.”They moved me like I weighed nothing. Shane pulled me onto all fours, keeping my knees spread wide on the bed. Ellis knelt in front of me, his thick cock already out, heavy and flushed. I stared at it, my mouth watering.“Open,” Ellis ordered softly.I did. He fed his cock between my lips, slow and careful at first, letting me get used to the stretch. The salty taste of him filled my mouth. Behind me, Shane ran his hands o

Mike's POVI stood by the window after Bree left, my hands gripping the frame so hard my knuckles turned white.The nightmare was still fresh in my mind. Olivia's face. Her lies. The moment I'd found her copying files from my computer, smiling like nothing was wrong."It's just business, Mike. Nothing personal."That's what she'd said.Like destroying me was just another transaction.I pressed my forehead against the cool glass, trying to calm my racing heart.Bree's voice echoed in my head. "I hope you stop having nightmares. Nobody deserves to hurt like that."She'd sounded... genuine.But so had Olivia. So had every person who'd ever lied to me.I turned away from the window and sat on the edge of my bed, head in my hands.The look on Bree's face when she'd found me having that nightmare... it hadn't been calculating or manipulative. It had been concerned. Almost... sad."Because Juliet drugged me!"Her words kept replaying in my mind.What if she was telling the truth?What if I'd

Mike's POVI stood in the foyer long after Bree had gone upstairs, my hands shoved in my pockets.Marcus was still there, waiting for instructions."How bad was it?" I asked."One photographer. Persistent but not aggressive. I made sure he didn't follow us." Marcus paused. "She was shaken though."I nodded slowly. "Thanks for taking care of it.""That's my job." Marcus shifted his weight. "Sir, if I may... she seems genuinely scared. Not of the photographer. Of everything."I looked at him sharply. "What are you saying?""Nothing." Marcus raised his hands slightly. "Just an observation. I've worked security for a lot of families. I know the difference between someone playing a role and someone who's actually trapped."He left before I could respond.I stood there, his words echoing in my head.Someone who's actually trapped.Was that what Bree was?Or was Marcus just another person she'd fooled?I walked to the bottom of the stairs, looking up toward the second floor where Bree's room

Mike's POVI stood in my bedroom, staring out the window at the long driveway where Brianna's car had just disappeared.My hands were still clenched into fists.That woman. That cruel woman.I'd heard stories about toxic family members. Seen them in business deals, at social events. People who used guilt and manipulation like weapons.But seeing it in person... seeing the way Bree had shrunk in on herself, the way her voice had gotten so small and broken... it had made something twist in my chest.Something I didn't want to feel.I'd told myself Bree was like Olivia. A liar. A manipulator. Someone who'd trapped me for money or status or whatever game she was playing.But Olivia had never looked like that. Olivia had never trembled or whispered or looked like she wanted to disappear into the floor.Olivia had been confident. Smooth. Always in control.Bree was... different.I pressed my palms against the window frame, trying to push away the thoughts crowding my mind.The way Brianna h

Bree's POVI was still shaking from last night's break-in when the doorbell rang the next afternoon.I was in the library, trying to read but mostly just staring at the same page over and over. The USB drive was hidden in my room, tucked inside the lining of my suitcase. The photos were backed up on my phone.Evidence. Finally.But I still didn't know what to do with it.The doorbell rang again, longer this time. Insistent.I heard footsteps in the hallway... one of the staff answering it.Then a voice I recognized immediately made my blood run cold."I'm here to see my niece."No.No, no, no.I stood up so fast the book fell from my lap and hit the floor with a loud thud.Aunt Brianna.What was she doing here?I rushed to the library door just as I heard her heels clicking across the marble entryway."Miss, if you could just wait..." the staff member was saying."I don't need to wait," Aunt Brianna's sharp voice cut through. "I'm family."I stepped into the hallway and froze.There s

Bree's POV"What did you tell him?" Mike demanded again, his voice sharper this time.I stood up from the window seat. "Nothing.""Don't lie to me." He took another step closer. "I saw how he looked at you. What did you say?""I didn't say anything!" My voice cracked. "He asked if I was okay. That's all."Mike's eyes narrowed. "And what did you tell him?""I said I was fine.""You're lying.""I'm not...""You told him something," Mike accused, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. "I know you did. That's why he looked at me like I'm some kind of monster."My heart pounded. "Maybe he looked at you like that because of how you've been treating me."The words came out before I could stop them.Mike's expression darkened. "How I've been treating you?""Yes." I forced myself to stand straighter, even though I was trembling. "You blame me for everything. You won't listen. You won't even look at me unless it's to tell me I'm doing something wrong.""Because you ruined my life," he said

Bree's POVI was in the kitchen the next morning, staring at a cup of coffee I didn't really want, when the doorbell rang.I froze.Nobody just showed up at the Kings estate. Everyone who came here was scheduled, announced, expected.I heard footsteps in the hallway... one of the staff, probably... and then voices. Male voices.One I recognized as Mike's. The other was unfamiliar but warm, almost friendly.Curiosity pulled me toward the doorway. I peeked around the corner just as Mike appeared with another man.The stranger was tall, maybe early thirties, with sandy brown hair and an easy smile. He wore a casual button-down and jeans... completely different from Mike's usual sharp suits."I told you to call first," Mike was saying, his tone irritated."And I told you I don't need an appointment to check on my business partner," the man replied, grinning. "Besides, I wanted to meet the famous Mrs. Kings."My stomach dropped.Mike's jaw tightened. "Nathan...""Is that her?" Nathan's ey