Romances de Moan Lounge

Liam's POV"Fvck!" I ran a hand through my hair and pointed a shaking finger at him. "An aphrodisiac and some mild poison? To a nursing mother? Are you goddamn high? Did you think I wouldn't find out?"Nathan spat a mouthful of blood onto the floor and struggled violently to get up, trying to defend himself. "I was as shocked as you are when I first found out, you idiot!" he yelled. His voice was raw. "I would never do something that repulsive to Olivia! I care about her! I–""Spare me that crap!" I backed him up against the cold wall, my body pressed into his space. "I warned you to stay the fvck away from her, but you never listened, because all you wanted was to screw her! To get into her pants! But you better watch out, Rodway… you've just permanently stamped your name into my black book. And trust me, that isn't where you want to be."I shoved him away one last time, tossing him aside like a piece of worthless garbage, and sat back down at the edge of the bed. I touched Olivia's

Evelyn’s POVMy phone showed 6:58 a.m. when I stormed out of the temporary suite. My wig was itching, and my face was bare if the glamour that was rightfully mine. Cassie followed, her heels were slapping the marble behind me.I hadn’t slept.Every time I closed my eyes I saw Liam’s hands on her: the bitch using my face, my body, my fiancé. I wanted to tear her out of the world.I reached Olivia’s door and hammered the bell like a maniac. Ding-ding-ding...“Open the fvcking door!” I shouted, knocking harder when nothing happened.Cassie leaned in, her teeth were clenched. “That little wretched slut... she’s probably still in your sheets, Evelyn. I’ll snap her neck myself–”The intercom crackled. “WHO THE FVCK IS THAT?” It was Avery's voice. It sounded dangerous.I leaned into the speaker. “Open this door, Avery. Now. Or I’ll have security drag your ass out by those fake extensions.”Silence.Then the lock clicked. The door opened a crack and I shoved it wide, forcing it all the way op

"Kyle," I mumbled his name against his mouth, but my voice was weak and helpless.My head was spinning now.Kyle didn’t slow down. His tongue slid into my mouth as his hands kneaded my breast. My anger was gone before I knew and it was quickly replaced with tingling sparks through my body.When he finally pulled back we were both breathing fast. He reached out and wiped my tears with his thumb.“You’re mine, Mirabel,” he murmured.His mouth moved down my neck, sucking and grazing, and I arched into him when he reached my breast. He sucked through the fabric.“I’m still mad,” I managed to say, my voice was shaking.“I know.” He sucked harder, making my body tremble.I gasped, gripping the sheets.My entire body was melting.Then I blurted the thing that terrified me. “How are we supposed to make a real baby if Zoey shows up? She’ll ruin everything.”He dragged his tongue lower, over the dress, to my bellybutton. My head kept spinning when he started sucking."Kyle... I'll fight you, you

I stumbled into the bedroom, my legs were still weak from the quick sex in the bathroom. My heart was pounding from that text about Zoey.The room was dim; on the bed lay a silky deep-blue nightdress, it was clearly Kyle’s choice. He watched me from the edge of the bed, his eyes were unreadable. I ignored him, slipped on the dress, and crawled under the covers, pulling the blanket over my head.His hand found me through the blanket, stroking my side slowly. I shivered even though I didn’t want to.“Mirabel,” he said, low and rough. “Why are you pushing me away?”I yanked the blanket down and glared at him. “Are you seriously asking me that?" I snapped, my voice was sharp. "Why the hell won't you tell me about Zoey. Or Denise? I asked you, Kyle, and you just... ignored me! Why won’t you answer me?”He ran a hand through his hair, sighing heavily. “What do you want me to say, angel?”“The truth!” I shot back, my hands were shaking. “It's obvious you're hiding something. Don’t lie to me.”

“Do you… want to fvck me? Like this?”He went still, his fingers pausing. “Are you sure, angel? You’re hurting. I don’t want to make it worse.”The cramps burned, but the need was sharper. I bit my lip and nodded. “I can take it. Please. Don’t stop.”His jaw flexed, his eyes going darker. A low growl rumbled from his chest. “Fvck, Mirabel…” His hands clamped on my hips as he shifted behind me, his c0ck nudging my entrance. “You’re gonna kill me.”He pushed in slowly, stretching me, the burn mixing with the cramps. I gasped, clutching the edge of the tub, my body trembling at the invasion.Pain and pleasure twisted together until all I could do was moan.“Kyle… don’t stop.”“You sure?” he asked again, his voice was tight, and his breath was hot on my neck.“I want it,” I gasped, pushing back against him. “I want you.”That was all it took. His control snapped. He groaned, sinking deeper, the water sloshing red around us. My nails dug into his arms as he thrust harder, each movement was

The paramedics shoved me inside the ambulance. My mom climbed in, while Kyle’s mom sat beside me, holding my hand like she actually cared. The doors slammed shut, sirens wailing as my cramps twisted deeper. Blood streaked my thighs, cold air mixing with the metallic smell. My mind screamed his name. Where was he? Why wasn’t he here?Then the back doors crashed open.“Get your fvcking hands off my girl.”His voice was a growl, if was low and lethal. My head snapped up. Kyle filled the doorway, snow clinging to his jacket, his eyes were black with rage. Every muscle in his body looked ready to destroy.“Kyle,” I breathed, my voice was breaking on his name.“I’m here, baby,” he said, softer now, but his stare stayed murderous as it swept the ambulance.The paramedic pulled his hands back like Kyle’s glare burned.He climbed inside, grabbed the stretcher, and yanked me into his arms like I weighed nothing. Then his mouth crashed against mine, the kiss was rough and desperate, claiming me r

I kept to Wesley’s side as the room fell apart. The executives were shouting over each other, faces white, papers scattering... panic everywhere.Jonah and Constance were screaming at me like I’d already destroyed them. I wanted to melt into the floor.Then Damian pushed through the door like a storm. The room went quiet. He looked at me like I’d lied to him, fury was written all over his face.“What the fvck are you doing here, Lila?” he snapped. “You said you’d break it off last night.”“I–” I started, clutching Wesley's arm. My voice was shaking. “I couldn’t do it. I came here to do it today.”Wesley’s face tightened. “You were going to break up with me?” he asked, he looked confused and hurt.Constance lost it. She stepped toward Damian, pleading, practically begging him. “Take her. Do whatever you want with her. Just forgive Wesley. He’ll never go near her again, I swear!” Her voice was frantic, and her hands were trembling.Wesley pushed back. “Mom, what the hell? I love her! We

The whiskey burned down my throat, ice clinking in the glass I was strangling with my grip. My jaw ached from clenching. The VIP lounge of The Obden Club was loud with cigar smoke and business talk from my friends, but I wasn’t hearing shit.All I saw was Lila. Her walking away with Wesley fvcking Kane at the Harrington party. Her choosing him... after I’d fvcked her raw in that stall, after I marked her.My c0ck twitched at the memory, but rage drowned it out.“Yo, Damian,” Jake, my buddy with the buzz cut said, nudging me. “What's up with you, man? You're off, like you’re not even here.”Ryan smirked, leaning forward as he adjusted his Rolex. “Yeah. You've been a ghost lately, ever since you and that girl Lila split. Don’t tell me you’re sulking ‘cause Lila’s warming Wesley Kane’s bed now.”I cut him a look sharp enough to kill.“Watch your fvcking mouth,” I growled, my glass cracking under my grip. “Nobody said we’re over. Lila and I just had a… misunderstanding, that's all.”Jake h

Wesley drove in silence, his knuckles were turning white on the wheel, and his eyes were flicking to me every few seconds. I hugged the robe tighter, biting my lip harder now.“Are we gonna talk about it?” Wesley finally asked, his voice was rough. “What’s going on, Lila?”“We’ll talk,” I whispered, staring out the window. “Just… take me home first.”“Lila, come on,” he pressed, sharper now. “You’re acting strange. What happened back there?”“I’m fine,” I lied, my throat was tight. “Please, just get me home.”He muttered under his breath but kept driving. The city lights streaked by, my stomach was twisting, shame and fear was climbing higher with every mile.When we reached my building, I pushed the door open fast, wincing as I stepped out. Every movement sent a fresh ache between my legs.“Lila, are you sure you’re okay?” Wesley asked, catching up, his hand brushing my arm. “You look like you’re in pain.”“I’m fine,” I forced a smile, rushing toward the elevator.He stopped the doors

I finally got Damian to stop after begging him. My body was too sore to take more.By the time we stepped out of the stall, my legs felt like they might give out. My heart was racing. The hallway was almost empty except for distant laughter and moans. I tried to walk straight, praying no one noticed.“Why the hell are you sneaking around?” Damian’s hand clamped on my arm, his voice was sharp. "Having second thoughts already?”“I’m not,” I said quickly, but my eyes were down. “I just don’t want people staring.”His gaze darkened. He stepped closer and said with a low and dangerous tone. “You better not. You promised me, Lila. Don’t fvck with me.”“I won’t,” I whispered. “But you should go first. We’ll meet at my apartment later.”His jaw clenched. “No need. I’ll drive you back myself.”I froze.His stare turned deadly when I didn't move. “Why are you just standing there?”I swallowed, gripping the robe. “I need to end things with Wesley properly. He’s been good to me. I can’t just vanis

My whole body was trembling as I sat on Damian’s lap in the stall, his cock was still buried inside me. My breath was shaky and sweat was clinging to me. The place reeked of sex, and my pussy throbbed; it was raw and way too sore.Damian had fvcked me like he wanted to break me, like he needed me to remember I was his. And God, I let him. His arm was wrapped around my waist, while his other hand was lazily squeezing my breasts. His eyes wouldn't stop dragging over the fresh bruises and bite marks he had left me.I felt like I had been torn apart and stitched back together.“Pull out,” I whispered, too weak to meet his eyes. “We need to go.”He gripped my chin, forcing me to look at him. That cruel smirk was back. “Why so shy, Lila? Why can't you look at me? You’re the one who usually begs me to stay inside you after I’m done. Don't act like you didn't love it.”“You’re an asshole,” I muttered, but my voice was barely there. “I’m insane for letting you touch me again. I should be suing

“What’s wrong, Lila? You look like you’re about to cry. Thought you didn’t give a shit.”“I don’t,” I whispered, but my voice cracked. I shoved at him with shaking hands. “Go marry whoever you want. Just leave me the fvck alone.”He didn't move away.“Leave?” He stepped closer, the warning in his voice was low and cold. “You really think you can just walk away from me? Let that asshole touch you after my warning?”“I–” I tried to say, but the words sounded small.Damian didn’t yell. He just narrowed his eyes, grabbing my hip hard enough to bruise.“Don’t test me, Lila. I saw you on his lap. Kissing him. Letting him grop–” He cut himself off, the anger was raw. “After I told you to stay the hell away. And now you're mad because of someone else? You're jealous over Chloe's kiss? Seriously ?"He chuckled, digging his thumb into my hip. "What if I did to Chloe what he did to you? What then, huh?"“Stop saying that. I’m not jealous,” I said too quickly, pushing at his chest. My hands shook.

Olivia's POV“Don’t even bother trying to get me to agree to this foolishness,” Liam cut his grandfather off, his voice was like a razor. “You’re talking about human trafficking under the guise of 'legacy.' If you want Evelyn back so badly, find another way. But you aren't touching Olivia.”“Watch that tone with me, boy!” Arthur snarled, pointing his cane at Liam’s chest. “I built this empire! I will not see it dragged into the gutter because of your obsession with a common breeder!”Rachelle stepped up beside Arthur, her eyes darting between me and her son. Liam didn't budge. He looked down at me, a sharp exhale escaping his nostrils, the frustration radiating off him in waves.Before the argument could escalate into a physical fight, a small, high-pitched scream echoed through the marble hallway.“Olivia!”We all turned.Standing by the staircase was little Sophie. She looked tiny in her pink quilted winter coat, her blonde hair was a tangled mess. Her face was blotchy and red, tear

Olivia's POVLiam’s expression shifted. The hardness didn't leave, but a flash of something; amusement? Disdain?, touched the corners of his mouth. He reached out, his hand catching the collar of my coat and pulling me toward him until I was nearly pressed against his waistcoat.“Is that what this is?” he whispered. His breath was warm against my forehead. “You think I’ve spent my morning scrolling through a catalog for a new bride while my father is having a stroke downstairs?”“What else am I supposed to think?” I whispered back. My eyes were stinging. “You’re so cold. You treat people like chess pieces. I just... I need to know.”Liam let out a short, sharp huff of air. He grabbed my coat and forced my arms into the sleeves, his movements were rough but efficient. He began to button the coat for me, his fingers moved down the front of my body with a terrifyingly intimate familiarity.“Listen to me very carefully, Olivia,” he said, his voice dropping into a low, rumbling bass. “The

Olivia's POV“Didn’t you hear what I just said?” Liam's voice was a low, terrifying rasp that made me flinch. “I am not giving you to anyone. Not because I’m a saint, and not because I care about your feelings. You are the mother of my heirs, Olivia. That makes you mine. And I don’t lose what is mine. Now, get your ass up and do as I say. I don’t have time for this back-and-forth.”The gravity of his voice; the absolute, dark certainty of it, forced me into motion. I felt like a puppet whose strings had been jerked. I turned to the sink, my hands trembling as I reached for my own toothbrush. I didn't dare look at him again. I could feel his gaze on the back of my neck, heavy and possessive, watching my every move as I tried to prepare for a day where I was worth more as a trade-in than a human being.“Liam...” I whispered as I reached for the water. “If you take me to the office... what happens to Avery?”He didn't answer immediately. I heard the rustle of his silk robe as he moved to

Olivia's POV“They want us to hand over Olivia.”The sentence didn’t just hang in the air; it suffocated it. Those seven words were a death knell, ringing in my ears over and over until my pulse throbbed with them.Just when I thought the nightmare had reached a highest degree; just when I had held my babies and felt a spark of hope that I could survive this estate, the floor had been ripped out from under me again.Peace was a luxury I apparently wasn't allowed to possess.My legs felt like they were made of ash. I stood there in my oversized grey tee, feeling small and exposed in the middle of Liam’s massive, shadow-drenched bedroom.“What’s going on, Liam?” I whispered. My voice was so thin, so brittle, that I didn't think it would carry past my own lips.But Liam heard me. He always seemed to hear the things I tried to hide. He turned his head slowly, looking down at me from his towering height. His face was cold, but his eyes were a different story. They were turbulent, dark with

Liam's POVAfter the cold shower, I didn't bother with clothes. I threw on a heavy charcoal silk bathrobe, cinching the belt tight, and collapsed onto the bed. I didn't even have the energy to turn off the lights. I was out before my head hit the pillow.When I woke up, the room felt like a tomb. A draft was coming from the balcony door, and the air was crisp. I stretched, my muscles aching, and reached out to the other side of the king-sized bed.Cold. Empty.She hadn't come back. Olivia hadn't even bothered to sneak in while I was asleep. I let out a long, weary sigh and sat up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. I glanced at the Patek Philippe on the nightstand. It was nearly 6:00 AM. Then I looked toward the window; the winter sky was a bruised, heavy purple, the sun was still hours away from making an .I shoved the covers aside, my mind was already turning to the day ahead. I had three board meetings and a legal team waiting to discuss the fallout of the Vaughn breakup. Bothering a

Liam's POVThe day had been a marathon of psychological warfare and boardroom-level family disputes. By the time I stood in that steaming shower, I was beyond exhausted. I wanted the sun to set and stay down, burying the memory of my family’s meltdown over Evelyn under the cold, winter earth.Breaking up with Evelyn Thorne; Vaughn, whatever the hell her name was this week, wasn't a strategic move. It wasn't something I’d mapped out on a whiteboard. I was simply done. I was sick of the schemes, the entitlement, and the way she treated my life like a stage play she was directing.The words had just ripped out of me in front of everyone, and the moment they landed, I felt a weight lift off my chest that I didn't even know I was carrying.But then there was Olivia.This girl was starting to feel like a goddamn narcotic. I knew she was bad for my focus, bad for the "clean" narrative my family wanted, but without her, I couldn't function. I was hooked, and tonight, the withdrawal was making