Novels by Amanda Myles

Chapter 7The impact sends me stumbling back, my shoulder blades hitting the cold plaster of the wall with a soft thud. Evren's hands are on me instantly, not to steady me but to pin me, his grip like iron bands around my upper arms. His presence overwhelms the narrow corridor, blocking out the moonlight, casting me entirely in his shadow. My heart hammers against my ribs, each beat a frantic drum against the cage of my chest."Running from something, Elara? Or running to it?" His voice is smooth as polished obsidian, each word carefully enunciated. His eyes sweep over me, taking in every detail of my disheveled state, the way my apron is rumpled, the flush that still paints my cheeks, the swollenness of my lips that Soren's wine and kisses left behind. I can feel his gaze stripping away my composure layer by layer."I—" The word catches in my throat, dry and useless. The scent of Soren's cedar and wine still clings to my skin, a damning perfume in the sterile air of the corridor.

Chapter 6He holds them there with one hand, his grip firm but not bruising. With his free hand, he begins to trace the outline of my body through the fabric.He starts at my waist, his fingers skimming the curve of my hip. I gasp, my back arching instinctively, pushing my ass back against him. I can feel the hard ridge of his cock through his trousers, thick and insistent against my buttocks."So responsive," he notes, his voice right next to my ear. He releases my wrists, and his hands roam freely, cupping my breasts through the stiff uniform. He squeezes, his thumbs finding my nipples and rubbing them until they bead into hard, aching points. I bite my lip to keep from moaning, the sensation shooting straight to my clit."Please," I whisper, not knowing what I'm asking for."Shh." His hands drift lower, lifting the hem of my skirt. The cool air hits my legs, followed instantly by his warm palms. He strokes the inside of my thighs, teasing the sensitive skin, moving higher with ev

Chapter 5The heavy oak door of the library clicks shut behind me, the sound echoing in the silence of the hallway. My heart hammers against my ribs so I press my back against the cool wood, inhaling the scent of beeswax and dust, waiting for the shout of a guard or the heavy tread of a boot. Nothing. The corridor remains empty, bathed in the pale, ghostly light of the moon.I turn the handle and slip inside.The library is filled with shadows, the towering shelves looming like dark sentinels. A single lamp burns on the massive mahogany desk at the far end, a pool of amber light cutting through the gloom. Soren is there, exactly as he said he would be. He leans back against the desk, one leg crossed casually over the other, the half-empty bottle of dark red wine resting near his elbow. The liquid catches the light, shimmering like blood.He doesn't look up immediately. He swirls the wine in his glass, watching the vortex with a lazy fascination, but I know he hears me. The air betwe

Chapter 4It’s been Seven days. One hundred and sixty-eight hours of navigating the Deveraux estate like a ghost in my own life. I have mapped the corridors by the creak of the floorboards and the shift of the air currents, Cassiel is the minefield; I simply do not step where he walks.I move through the mornings in a quick routine, my body performing the duties of a maid while my mind constantly scans the perimeter.I polish the silver until my reflection stares back, distorted and wary. I scrub the marble until my knuckles are raw, the friction a grounding reminder that I am still here, still corporeal, still untouched. The memory of his hand hovering near my face, haunts me. I haven’t dropped anything since. I haven’t breathed too loud.But avoidance is a lonely fortress.The afternoon sun spills across the estate and I am pruning the ferns, I hear the footsteps before I see him. Lighter than Cassiel’s deliberate, predatory walk. There is no swagger in it. Just the casual crunch

Chapter 3The duster slips from my fingers before I even realize my hand has opened. It hits the polished floorboards with a dull thud, sending up a small, mocking cloud of lemon-scented dust. The sound seems deafening in the oppressive silence of the drawing room, It sounded like a gunshot I don't bend to pick it up. I can't. My legs are locked, muscles quivering with a sudden, electric current that has nothing to do with fatigue and everything to do with the man standing three feet away.Cassiel hasn't moved. He’s still leaning against the mahogany desk, his posture deceptively lazy, but the air around him has shifted. It feels thinner, harder to breathe. He watches the duster settle, then slowly lifts his gaze back to mine. My heart is hammering against my ribs. The pulse in my throat beats so hard I can feel it throbbing against my skin.I force myself to turn fully toward him, ignoring the way my hands tremble at my sides. I clench them into fists, nails digging into my palms

Chapter 2I follow him, my legs trembling so violently I have to concentrate to keep my stride even. The corridors are dimly lit, lined with portraits of severe-looking men and women who seem to glare down at me in judgment. The silence is heavy, broken only by the sound of Evren’s boots and my own soft, pathetic shuffling."Here," Evren says, stopping at a small, plain door tucked under the stairs. He opens it to reveal a cramped room containing a narrow bed, a small wardrobe, and a tiny window looking out onto the stone wall of the estate. "This is where you'll sleep. You have ten minutes to change and get upstairs. Don't keep Cassiel waiting."He leaves without another word, the door clicking shut behind him. I step into the room and drop my suitcase on the bed. The space is claustrophobic, the air stale. I sit down heavily, burying my face in my hands. I can do this, I tell myself. I need this job. I just have to keep my head down, stay invisible, and survive.But as I change

Chapter 7The gravel bites into the soles of my feet one last time before Dominic hauls me over the threshold, the heavy oak door slamming shut with a finality that makes my stomach drop. The night air is cut off instantly, replaced by the still, cool atmosphere of the grand foyer. The silence here is heavy, oppressive, broken only by the harsh sound of my breathing and the click of Dominic’s polished shoes on the floor.He doesn’t speak. He doesn’t need to. His grip on my arm is iron, dragging me forward across the expanse of the floor toward the centerpiece of the room. It’s a long, polished dining table that looks more like an altar than a place to eat. It’s dark wood, gleaming with a high gloss, reflecting the dim light in long, distorted streaks."Get on it," he growls, the command vibrating through his hand and into my bone.I hesitate, my eyes darting to the imposing piece of furniture, then back to him. The hesitation is a mistake. His hand leaves my arm and crashes down betw

Chapter 6He grabs a fistful of my hair, pulling my head back at an awkward angle. The strain on my neck is sharp, but it anchors me to the moment. "You love it. You love being used like a worthless hole."He punctuates his words with a violent thrust, his pelvic bone smacking against my ass. "Say it.""I love it," I gasp, tears pricking my eyes. "I love being your hole."He laughs, a dark, cruel sound that vibrates against my spine. "Good. Because we’re just getting started."His hand leaves my hip and moves between my legs, finding my clit. He doesn’t stroke it gently; he pinches it, rolling the sensitive nub between his rough fingers. The sensation is electric, shooting through my nervous system and making my legs tremble. I cry out, my back arching involuntarily."You don’t get to cum yet," he warns, his voice low and dangerous. "Not until I fill you up."He releases my hair and shoves my face down toward the hood. "Keep your face down. Ass up. Take it."I obey, pressing my chee

Chapter 5The limo glides to a halt, the tires crunching on the loose gravel of the secluded driveway, but the engine doesn’t cut. The vibration hums through the floor beneath my knees, a low, constant reminder of where I am and what I’ve just done. I’m still panting, the taste of salt and leather thick on my tongue, my body throbbing in the aftermath of his brutal use. Before I can even process the fading aftershocks, the door beside us whips open.Dominic doesn’t wait. He doesn’t speak. His hand is in my hair, fingers tangling into the sweat-dampened strands, and he yanks. Hard.A cry tears from my throat as I’m hauled sideways, my balance shot. I stumble out of the limo, my bare feet hitting the sharp, uneven stones of the driveway. Pain shoots up my arches immediately, but he doesn’t stop. He drags me forward like a ragdoll, away from the smooth pavement and onto the rougher gravel near the garage. My knees buckle, and instead of catching me, he forces me down, shoving my shou

Chapter 3The shock of the water hits me so hard I gasp, curling inward on the damp tiles of the shower floor, my muscles seizing in a tight, painful knot. The spray is aimed directly at my face, washing away the sticky remnants of sleep and the soreness from the night before. I blink my eyes open, squinting through the icy cascade to see Dominic standing there, fully clothed, a smirk playing on his lips as he holds the detachable showerhead like a weapon."Wake up, pet," he says, his voice cutting through the sound of the water. "We have a long night ahead of us."He drops the nozzle, leaving me shivering and gasping breaths that fog in the cold air. He doesn't give me time to recover. He reaches down, grabbing a fistful of my wet hair, and hauls me to my feet. My legs are weak, trembling from the cold and the lingering exhaustion, but he doesn't care. He marches me out of the bathroom, dripping wet, my skin flushed pink and covered in goosebumps."Tonight is a test," he says, th

Chapter 4The paranoia mixes with the thrill, making my head spin.I return with two flutes, handing one to him. He takes it, his fingers brushing mine, lingering for a second too long."Good girl," he murmurs, just loud enough for me to hear.Later, we are standing near a balcony, listening to a senator drone on about tax incentives. Dominic’s hand drifts to the small of my back, then lower, slipping beneath the fabric of the dress. His fingers trail down the cleft of my ass, cold and demanding. I stiffen, my breath hitching in my throat, but I force myself to keep smiling, to keep nodding at the senator’s words.Dominic leans closer, pretending to whisper something about the speech, but his words are for me alone. "Spread your legs. Just an inch."My heart hammers against my ribs. I glance around, no one is watching. I shift my weight, parting my heels slightly on the marble floor.His hand moves deeper, his fingers finding the slick wetness of my cunt. He slides one finger inside

Chapter 2He walks a circle around me. I stand frozen, clutching my purse, though I know I won’t need it. He stops behind me, his breath hot on my neck. I can smell him, he smells expensive scotch, sandalwood, and something metallic."The contract was clear," he murmurs close to my ear. "Total surrender.""Yes.""Strip."The command hits me like a physical blow. I drop my purse. My fingers shake as I reach for the zipper of my dress. It slides down, pooling at my feet. I step out of it, standing naked in the harsh light of the chandelier. The air is cold, but his gaze is hotter, burning a trail over my breasts, my stomach, my shaved mound.He reaches out, his fingers tracing the collarbone. His touch is firm, possessive. He grabs a handful of my hair, tilting my head back, forcing me to look up at him. I gasp, my scalp stinging."Kneel," he orders.I sink to my knees and look up at him, my breath coming in short, shallow gasps. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a strip of bla