Chapter: Sucking My Stepfather’s Thick CockEmmaI am still under the desk when he finishes.His hand tightens in my hair one time, his hips jerking forward and then I feel the hot liquid hitting the back of my throat. I swallow fast.He groans and then he pets my head. “Good girl.”My knees hurt when they press against the floor. My thighs feel sticky from what happened. My dress is still all bunched up around my waist. I think my panties are somewhere on the carpet. I have to wait until he moves the chair back a bit so I can move. “Out.”I slowly crawl forward on my arms that are shaking badly. I finally get up and stand, my legs feel super weak. I pull my dress down. Then I try to smooth out my hair. My bun is all messed up, with hairs sticking to my cheeks that're wet. Knox is sitting there calmly like nothing happened.I just turn around and walk out. My legs feel wobbly. My heart is slamming so hard. When I return to my desk, I look at my laptop screen. Then I open an email, just staring at it. I can still feel him i
Last Updated: 2026-01-21
Chapter: I Gave Her My Hard CockKnoxI get to the office early this morning. The office was very quiet. I am just sitting here thinking about what could have happened if Gina had seen Emma.Emma is still fighting. She is still trying to tell herself that this can end. Cute. No going back.I look at my watch. It says 8:17. I was expecting her to be here by now. My jaw gets all tight. I have to make myself pay attention to the marketing report that's open on my laptop screen. It is about numbers, projections and budgets. Boring stuff. But I have to do it. I write down a reminder to call the accounting people later to get their approval on the money we want to spend on the campaign. Then I save the file. Go to the next marketing report.My phone lights up with a message. It is an email from the Human Resources department. Someone is applying for an internship position at our company. The guy has a clean CV, a business student and he seems really eager to learn. I type a reply to the email. I accepted and click send.
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Chapter: He Cums Inside While My Mother KnocksEmmaI stop, tense muscles, heart slamming so hard I don't think I can keep it in, probably my mother is going to hear it through the door. Knox’s hand is still clamped over my mouth, his body pressed over mine, still inside me, still trembling in the aftershock of cumming. He stares at me, calm and commanding. “Don't do anything stupid.”Gina knocks again, softer. “Emma? I swear I heard… something. Are you crying?”Panic freezes me like ice water. I try to push him off, but he doesn’t budge, just leans down, lips at my ear. “Breathe. Answer her and make it sound normal.”I manage to respond in a shaky voice. “Mom? Yeah. Just bad dream.I’m fine, go back to sleep.”Silence. Then my mother's voice rings out, hesitant. “You sure? You sounded upset. You want me to come in?”No.God, no.Knox slowly withdraws from me, agonizingly slow, making me bite my own hand to stay quiet as fresh heat leaks between my thighs. He rolls off, pulls the sheet over us both, then nods. “Talk.”“I..I’m f
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Chapter: Fucking My Stepdaughter Under My Wife's Nose.KnoxThe soy sauce hits the table with a deliberate clink. Too loud. I feel it in my molars.Emma’s thighs have already parted from the movement of her legs. And the sight of it almost makes me laugh out loud. Not because it’s funny. Because it’s pathetic how badly she’s trying to pretend she still has a choice.Her fork hasn’t moved in minutes. Gina is still chattering about some tedious story of signing documents. Which I paid half attention too. I'm still surprise about her sudden change, no more fighting and arguing like we used too.I give the required nods, the murmured agreements. My wife doesn’t notice my left hand is gone beneath the table because she never notices anything anymore.My fingertips find soaked lace.Emma jolts so violently the water in her glass trembles. Gina laughs at her own joke and keeps talking.I press the pad of my middle finger straight against her clit.Her eyes slam into mine.I circle lazily, then grind down. Her hips twitch upward before she slam
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Chapter: Finger Fucked Beneath The TableEmmaI barely make it past the front door before I’m throwing off my heels and racing upstairs. My skirt sticks to my thighs, moist and irritable, an incessant reminder of what took place in his office. The way he pressed me up against the desk, let me sense all the thick length of him through his pants. I didn’t cum. He made sure of that. He just left me longing and leaking and humiliated.I’m at last home, after having been ordered about by Knox like an animal. What a jerk.My room’s door slams behind me. I pull my blouse over my head, my fingers fumbling with the zipper on my skirt. It pools at my feet. When the door flies open once more, I’m nearly naked but for my bra and those drenched pink panties.Knox.He comes in, slams the door and locks it. His eyes raked through me, I'm half-dressed, breath hard, flushed skin and shocked to see him. He looks furious with a lustful gaze burning me.“You don’t get to run from me,” he says, his voice low, dark and menacing. “Not at work. No
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Chapter: A Very Hard DayKnoxThe elevator dings at and I step out in the lead, already tasting the control. Emma lags behind like she’s walking to her own execution, her heels clicking too loud against the marble. She’s got a navy pencil skirt on the one that curves over her ass just enough to remind me of what I buried myself in yesterday. Her blouse is buttoned to the throat today. Cute. Like the armor’s gonna save her.I don’t look back. I don’t have to. I can feel her eyes drilling a hole through my back, I can hear her heartbeat stumbling. Let it race.“Morning, Mr. Knox,” the receptionist chirps. I give her a smile the one that makes her look worthy of my attention. “Morning. Hold my calls for the next thirty. I’ve got a meeting.”Emma stops dead in her tracks next to me. I don’t acknowledge her. Instead I make my way toward my office, confident she will follow because she has no fucking choice. Not after I “accidentally” reassigned her entire workload last night at 2 a.m. from my phone. She will be
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The Enemy Took His Wife And Baby.
"You divorced me like I was nothing. Why do you care who I marry now?"
“Because I still love you, Alessia. And he’s my enemy.”
“You should’ve thought of that before you threw me away.”
Alessia Velez gave everything to her cold, ruthless husband, Roman Velez. On their fifth wedding anniversary, he handed her divorce papers without a word, never knowing she was pregnant.
She agreed to Zane’s fake marriage proposal for revenge but now Roman wants answers. And custody. And her heart, once again.
The past was built on betrayal, but the present is tangled in lust, lies, and secrets. Alessia is the ultimate prize and both men are willing to burn everything to claim her.
But what happens when the woman they both want has secrets of her own?
The war over love, legacy, and lies begins now.
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Chapter: Roman failed. The late-afternoon light slanted through the tall windows of Zane’s office, striping the polished desk with gold and shadow. He sat in his leather chair, sleeves rolled back, pen poised above a column of numbers.Contracts that were dry, necessary, predictable. He liked predictable.The phone on the corner of his desk buzzed, the vibration sharp against the wood. He almost ignored it, until he saw the name flashing on the screen.Roman Velez. His hand froze mid-note, pen tip bleeding a small pool of ink onto the page. He wondered why Roman would call him. Or why he had his direct line. He picked up, his tone clipped. “Roman.”“We need to meet.” Roman’s voice was calm, deliberate. The kind of calm that meant trouble.Zane leaned back slowly, weighing the sound of it. “I’m busy.”“You’ll make time.” A pause. “It’s about Alessia.”A muscle jumped in Zane’s jaw. Roman had a way of saying her name like it was still his to claim, like the divorce hadn’t happened, like the ink on the cust
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Chapter: You are losing her. The automatic doors hissed open, letting in the faint smell of antiseptic and something sharper that made Alessia’s stomach turn. She hugged her bag closer, head down, trying to keep her breathing even. The ultrasound appointment wasn’t supposed to be a big deal. Just a routine check. Just her and the baby.Except… he was there.Roman leaned against the reception counter like he owned the place. Crisp suit, tie knotted too perfectly, dark hair pushed back as if he’d stepped out of some high-profile meeting just to taunt her. His gaze slid over her slow, deliberate, like she’d walked in wearing a dress made of glass.“Alessia,” he said, her name rolling out like a challenge.She didn’t stop walking. “What are you doing here?”“Coming with you.” He straightened, falling into step beside her. “It’s my child too.”A bitter laugh threatened, but she swallowed it. “You weren’t invited.”His jaw flexed. “I don’t need an invitation.”The nurse called her name, and before Alessia could shut hi
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Chapter: Zane’s insane! The city was turning dark, neon buzzing on like it couldn’t wait. Rain threatened somewhere up high, thick air smelling like wet concrete. Zane kept his cap low, his face shadowed. Across the street, Roman’s glass tower stabbed into the sky, cold and ruthless. It swallowed everything.Inside, marble floors gleamed, the smell of leather and coffee thick in the air. People whispered deals, heels clicking, voices low but tense. Zane moved like a ghost—unseen, unwanted, stepping into Roman’s world.A hand on his shoulder made him turn. Sasha. Used to be Roman’s right hand with the law, now Zane’s secret weapon.“He’s desperate,” she said, voice tight, like steel wrapped in silk. “Pushing through deals that’ll crush anyone in his way. Trying to squeeze us dry.”Zane’s eyes cut sharp. “Who’s in? When’s it done?”Sasha pulled out her phone, fingers fast. “The merger closes next week. And get this—Roman filed emergency custody papers. Fast track. No warning.”Zane felt ice crawl down his spin
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Chapter: Belgrave. The next day. “I am being watched.” Zane muttered as he walked around his office. He cleared his throat and sat behind the large oak desk, reviewing contracts when an envelope slid silently under the door.He didn’t look up. Without hesitation, he reached down and picked it up. The envelope was heavy, unmarked, with no return address.With precise fingers, he tore it open and pulled out a stack of photos. The images were dark and grainy: a man lying face down in a rain-slicked alley, clothes soaked in blood. On the back of one photo, scrawled in rough handwriting, was a single word: Belgrave.Zane’s face tightened, but he didn’t flinch. The name Belgrave stirred memories he had buried deep memories he never intended to share with Alessia. The man in those photos was no ordinary threat. He was the ghost from Zane’s past, the man Zane had been hunting for years.Alessia’s father.Except Alessia believed her father was dead. She never knew the truth that Belgrave had disappeared, pre
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Chapter: The night they fucked. Back at home.The door to the shower clicked shut behind Alessia and the hot water roared to life, steam curling thickly around the white tiles. She stood beneath the spray, hands pressing hard against the cool tile wall as if she could push the weight of the day away. The media’s flashing cameras, the press’s sharp tongues, the ever-present pressure pressing on her chest — and underneath it all, the steady thrum of new life inside her. A life she barely felt ready to protect.The sound of a quiet knock pulled her from the fog of her thoughts. Lena’s voice came soft but firm.“Alessia, are you alright?”She wrapped a towel around herself and opened the door. Lena’s eyes flicked over her with a mix of concern and something else: steel beneath silk.“I’m tired,” Alessia whispered, hair dripping down her shoulders.Lena nodded slowly, stepping inside. “I know this isn’t easy. But you’re stronger than you think. Remember, Zane’s here. For you. And the baby.”Alessia managed a small, frag
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Chapter: Realizing Zane might be too perfect. Alessia felt empty, her shoulders slumped. Her eyes had bags. The house around her felt less like a sanctuary and more like a battlefield. Every whispered rumor, every leaked story, every sideways glance carried the weight of the war she never wanted to fight.She stopped and turned to face Zane. His eyes were steady, as always controlled, like a man who built walls around his heart to keep the world out. But tonight, there was something else there. Exhaustion? Sadness? A flicker of doubt?“This isn’t your fight,” she said quietly, voice barely above the steady tick of the grandfather clock. “You can walk away. You don’t have to burn yourself down for me.”Zane’s gaze sharpened. “Don’t insult me like that.”Alessia swallowed hard, the lump rising in her throat heavier than usual. “I’m serious.”He stepped closer, voice low. “I don’t get to walk away from you.”She looked down, biting her lip. “I’m not the prize here. I’m the war.”“And I’m the soldier,” he said simply.The room was
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Chapter: The ThreatOliviaThe black SUV has been parked across from my apartment building for three days.I first noticed it Tuesday morning when I left for work. Same SUV Tuesday night when I came home. Wednesday morning, still there. Wednesday night, same position. Now it's Thursday, and the vehicle hasn't moved except for brief intervals—probably shift changes.Someone is watching me.I tell myself I'm paranoid. That after the mall incident, I'm seeing threats everywhere. I'm making coffee when my phone rings. Dad."Olivia, we need to talk. Can you come to the house?"Something in his voice makes my stomach drop. "Is everything okay?""Just come. Now. And Olivia?" He pauses. "Be careful driving. Check if anyone's following you."He hangs up before I can ask why.I look out my window at the black SUV. Still there. Still watching.I grab my keys and pepper spray—a recent purchase that now lives in my purse—and head downstairs. The SUV's windows are tinted, so I can't see who's inside, but as I walk to
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Chapter: This Is WarLeo“Argh fuck!”The gunshot misses me by inches. I feel the heat of the bullet pass my ear as I drop and roll behind a shipping container. My arm explodes with pain—a second shooter, different angle. The bullet caught my bicep, tearing through muscle.I clamp my hand over the wound, blood hot and slick between my fingers. Through the chaos of gunfire and shouting, I see Viktor retreating toward the back exit, laying down covering fire.The CIA operators are focused on the containers, on securing the trafficking victims. They're not here for arrests—they're here for extraction. Whoever ordered this op wants the women moved before FBI can claim the case.I use the distraction to crawl toward the service corridor, my wounded arm screaming with every movement. Blood trails behind me on the concrete floor.Behind me, I hear containers being forced open. Women crying out in confusion and terror. Orders being shouted in English with military precision.I make it to the corridor and stagger
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Chapter: Gone WrongLeo I head back to my office, trying to look casual. At my desk, I pull up the security footage Fernandez asked me to review. Hours of camera feeds from all the facilities—the main warehouse, the eastern complex, the secondary warehouse where they're holding the trafficking victims.I'm scanning through footage from three days ago when something catches my eye. A figure in the parking lot of the eastern warehouse, late at night, standing in the shadows. The camera angle is wrong to get a clear view of their face, but they're definitely watching the building.Surveillance. Someone casing the facility.I screenshot the image and keep scrolling. There—same figure, different angle. Still no clear facial recognition, but the body language is distinctly professional. Military bearing. Careful positioning to avoid direct camera exposure.Either someone is watching our operations, or Fernandez has rivals doing reconnaissance.I'm about to flag it for Fernandez when I notice something that ma
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Chapter: Enemies and RivalsLeoI'm reviewing shipping manifests when Malcolm bursts into my office without knocking. His face is pale, his usual composure completely shattered."Turn on the news. Now."I grab the remote and flip to CNN. The headline scrolls across the bottom of the screen: INTERNATIONAL SHIPPING MAGNATE FOUND DEAD IN APPARENT ASSASSINATION.The reporter stands outside a luxury hotel in Manhattan. "...Alexei Petrov, Russian businessman and owner of Petrov Shipping International, was found dead in his hotel suite early this morning. Sources say he was shot execution-style. Police are investigating possible connections to organized crime...""Fuck." Malcolm runs both hands through his hair. "This is bad. This is really bad.""Who's Petrov?" I ask, though I already know from my case files. Alexei Petrov runs one of the largest shipping operations in Eastern Europe—a direct competitor to Fernandez's trafficking network."One of Fernandez's biggest rivals. They've been at war for years over territory
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Chapter: Uncovering more TruthLeoThe recording is still playing in my headphones. Fernandez is talking about "clearing liabilities" again—those sick girls who aren't profitable enough to justify keeping alive.I think about Olivia, asleep in her apartment, dreaming about venues and dresses. She has no idea her father is a monster. I should tell her. Should warn her what's coming. But I can't. Because she might warn Fernandez. He is still her father. And as much as I hate this, my first duty is to the mission, not to protecting Olivia's feelings.My phone buzzes again. A text from Malcolm: Boss wants you at the secondary warehouse at 8 AM. We're doing inventory.Inventory. Of human beings held in a locked room.This might be my chance.I shower and dress in jeans and a work shirt, then check my equipment. The camera in my watch is charged. I have a backup recording device in my belt buckle. My phone has encrypted storage for any photos or videos I can capture.At 7:45, I'm pulling into the secondary warehouse par
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Chapter: Gathering EvidenceLeoI'm in my apartment at 2 AM, headphones on, listening to the third hour of recordings from the bug I planted in Fernandez's office. Most of it is mundane—phone calls about legitimate shipments, meetings about quarterly projections, conversations that would bore any jury to tears.Then I hear it.Fernandez's voice, slightly muffled but clear enough: "Viktor, we have a problem with the Romanian acquisition. Three of the girls are sick. We can't move them in current condition."My fingers freeze over the keyboard where I've been transcribing.Girls.Viktor's response crackles through my headphones—his thick accent making some words hard to catch. "How sick? Can they be treated or do we need disposal?""I'm not wasting medical resources on damaged goods. We'll clear the liabilities before the main shipment moves." Fernandez sounds annoyed, like he's discussing faulty merchandise. "The healthy ones bring premium prices. The sick ones just create risk."Clear the liabilities. Disposal.
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