Romane von Ify Kelechi

Chapter 2Emma’s POVMy own words surprised me. “Then let me teach you something far better than algebra.”But the moment they left my mouth, something inside me clicked into place. Riley was looking with wide and nervous eyes, with her cheeks flushed.The popular cheer captain who could have anyone she wanted was trembling on my bed… because of me.I leaned in and kissed her. Just like that.She tasted like strawberry lip gloss and pure want. At first, the kiss was soft and testing, but when she whimpered against my lips, heat ran through my whole body.I slid my hand into her blonde hair and kissed her harder, tasting her tongue. Riley melted away instantly, her hands gripped my sweater as she needed me to stay right there.I pulled back just enough for me to look at her. “Lie back.”She obeyed so quickly that it made my pulse race. I climbed over her, straddling her hips, my sweater slipping off one shoulder. Riley’s eyes dropped to my chest, her breathing fast and persistent.I to

Chapter 1Riley’s POVI pulled up at Emma’s house with my heart already hammering in my chest. It was our third tutoring session this week and I was already running out of excuses to keep coming here.My grades were the official reason and I was one failed math test away from being kicked out of the cheer squad.But that wasn’t why my stomach dropped every two seconds tonight.Emma Thompson was supposed to be my tutor. She was shy and quiet—the kind of girl who lives in oversized sweaters and keeps her nose to books.Yet, every time I saw her, something in me short-circuited.I knocked twice. On the second knock, the door opened almost immediately.“Hey,” Emma said softly, pushing her glasses up her nose. Her dark chestnut hair was loose, falling over her shoulder.The oversized gray sweater she wore had slipped down, exposing smooth pale skin. “Hey,” I managed to say, forcing out a bright smile as I stepped in. “Ready to save my ass, again?”She gave me that small, shy smile that al

Chapter 3The next forty-eight hours blurred into a series of aching needs and stolen touches. Damien barely let me out of sight. Every single time I bent over, his hand was between my thighs. Every meal I served him ended with me on my knees, sucking him slowly while he ate and the collar never left my throat. But something had shifted between us after the gala night. His touch lingered longer on my skin after he made me cum.And his eyes held mine for a second longer as if he was searching for something he wasn’t ready to name.I needed to know if this was still a contract, because for me, it wasn’t just a job for survival.That afternoon, Damien locked himself in his home office for a virtual meeting. I waited until I heard his deep voice through the door, commanding and in control.My heart hammered as I reached up and unbuckled the collar. The leather felt strangely light in my palm. I placed it on the kitchen island and sat on the couch, my neck bare and waiting.Ten minutes l

Chapter 2I woke up with the feeling of being watched. Damien sat in the armchair beside the bed, the nightlight casting sharp shadows across his face.His eyes were dark and hungry, his cock was straining visibly against his trousers. The collar felt heavier now like a constant reminder.He didn’t say a word, he simply stood up and climbed over me. That night he took me again; slow and deep. He pinned my wrists above my head and fucked me until I was sobbing his name. I came twice before he finally spilled inside me with a low groan, only then did he pull away and let me sleep.Morning light slipped in through the floor-to-ceiling windows. My body ached in the best and worst way possible as I prepared breakfast exactly as he instructed.I wore nothing but the collar belt and a tiny silk gown that barely covered my ass.Damien walked into the kitchen, already dressed in a black suit that made him look even more dangerous. He sat at the island, his eyes all over me.He signaled me to

Chapter 1 My hand couldn’t stop shaking as the elevator climbed to the top of Backwoods Tower. The eviction notice was still stuck and rumpled in my coat. Twenty-four years and top class in finance and I was about to sell myself to a man I met at a high-society charity gala, a friend invited me to. The doors opened straight into his office. He stood there, beside the massive black desk, probably waiting for me. Damien Backwoods, tall, broad-shouldered, dressed in a perfectly tailored black shirt. His dark eyes pinned me the moment I stepped into his office. There was no smile on his face, just raw and calculated hunger. “Miss Smith, sit.” He commanded, with a low voice. I lowered myself into the chair, pressing my thighs together. His voice was low and commanding as he explained the terms: One month living in his penthouse, complete obedience, two hundred and fifty thousand dollars, and in return, a human body for his pleasure. Shame and desperation twisted inside me but I sig

Chapter 2The door slammed open with a crack that made my heart sink.Marcus stood there, eyes wild with rage. His face twisted the moment he was us. I was still lying in Robert’s arms, we both stark naked, Robert’s dick still hard and the smell of sex still thick in the air.“What the fuck is this?” Marcus roared. “I know you’re a bitch but this…?”He clenched his fist. I tried to scramble off Robert but his strong hands gripped my waist. He came up over me again, kissing my neck and making my pussy wet as ever. He didn’t care that his son was standing right there, my body didn’t care either.“Robert,” I managed to whisper. “Shhhh,” He silenced me. His dick grew harder by the second and he teased my pussy with it, rubbing it gently on my clit.His cock twitched inside me, still hard and claiming me whole. It was like he was ripping me apart with his hard veiny cock. But I loved every bit of it, not minding that my husband was filled with rage right in front of me. “Sit down, so