Romans de Saint

I stood there frozen for a beat, drinking him in. The way the apron framed those strong hips, the faint scent of whatever he was cooking drifting out mixed with his cologne. My pussy clenched hard at the sight of him—so fucking composed even half-naked, like he already knew I’d come crawling back. Last night’s denial came rushing back: the rope biting my skin, his thick cock stretching my throat, the way he’d left me dripping and empty in that hotel bed. I wanted him so bad it hurt.“I… I came to thank you,” I managed, my voice still hoarse. “For the check. For everything. You didn’t have to do that.”He stepped aside, gesturing me in with that same effortless control. “Come inside, little girl. Daddy’s been thinking about you all day.”Nate’s mansion was something else — huge, beautiful, and strangely lonely in that rich way, like it was waiting for someone to actually live in it. Bookshelves lined entire walls, packed tight with novels, dark romances I knew he wrote, and old classi

My eyes fluttered open to the soft gray light of dawn slipping through the heavy hotel curtains. The first thing I felt was the sharp ache in my throat when I tried to yawn. It burned like fire, raw and swollen from the way Nate had used it last night. I winced, swallowing carefully as fragments of memory crashed over me—his thick cock stretching my lips, the relentless thrusts down my throat, the tears, the spit, the way I’d gagged and begged while he stayed so fucking calm.I shifted under the sheets, trying to push them off, and froze. My hands moved freely. The ropes were gone. I sat up slowly, my head pounding from the hangover, and looked down at myself. I was dressed. The same clothes from yesterday, neatly put back on, even my panties. The bed on the other side was empty, the pillow still slightly dented where his head had been. Nate was gone.“Fuck…” I whispered, my voice hoarse.The room smelled faintly of his cologne mixed with sex and dried cum. My thighs still stung where

Nate stood over me like a dark god, his eyes burning with lust and control. He picked up the thick black rope from the nightstand, running it slowly through his fingers as if savoring the moment.“Hands behind your back, little girl,” he commanded softly.I obeyed without hesitation, turning around and placing my wrists together behind me. He worked with practiced skill, binding my hands tightly, then looping the rope around my upper arms and torso, tying me like a neat little bundle. My breasts were pushed forward, my shoulders pulled back, and I could barely move my arms at all. The rope was tight enough to bite into my skin, but not painful — just enough to remind me I was completely helpless.He stepped back to admire his work, slowly fisting his thick cock in his hand.“Look at you,” he murmured. “All tied up and dripping for Daddy. So fucking beautiful.”I whimpered, my pussy throbbing painfully with need. “Please, Daddy… I want your cock.”He chuckled, dark and low. “Open that

Nate froze.The word “Daddy” and my desperate unhinged plea hung heavy in the air between us. For a long moment, he just stared at me, his dark eyes wide with shock.“Aby…” he breathed, voice low and strained. “You have no idea what you’re asking for.”I didn’t back down. The alcohol and months of hidden fantasies made me bold. I stepped closer, pressing my body against his, feeling the heat radiating from him.“I do,” I whispered, sliding my hand down his chest. He let out a slow, shaky breath, clearly fighting with himself.“There are other ways you can repay me if you really insist,” he said carefully, not making me feel ashamed. “But not like this. Not something illegal. You’re drunk, baby girl. You don’t know what you’re saying right now.”But I wasn’t listening to reason anymore.The alcohol, the pain, and years of hidden fantasies had stripped away all my shame. I stepped even closer, pressing my body flush against his. My hand slid down his chest slowly, feeling the hard muscl

I stared at Nate like he was a hallucination.The dim bar lights cast soft shadows across his sharp jawline and expensive black shirt. He looked completely out of place in this rundown bar — too calm, too put-together, too him. His dark eyes held mine with that steady intensity I’d secretly fantasized about for years."What are you doing here?" I managed to whisper, my voice raspy from crying.“You didn’t answer my question. How much is the tuition, Aby?” he asked again, his voice low and calm, like he was asking about the weather instead of offering to change my entire life.I swallowed hard, my throat still raw from crying and drinking. The alcohol made everything feel hazy, but Nate’s presence cut through the fog like a blade.“Fifty thousand,” I whispered, my voice cracking. “For the whole final year… including my project.”He didn’t even blink. “I’ll pay it.” Just like that.I laughed — a broken, disbelieving sound that turned into a sob halfway through. “You… you can’t be seriou

AbyI stormed into the living room like a hurricane, my final semester report card clenched so tightly in my fist that the edges were starting to crumple. My heart was pounding, a mix of anger and desperation burning in my chest.“Daddy, please,” I said, trying my best to keep my voice steady even though it was already cracking. “I need the tuition for my final year. It’s fifty thousand dollars. I swear I’ll pay you back as soon as I graduate and get a job. I’ll work two jobs if I have to.”Clement Ryder, my so-called father, didn’t even bother looking up from his phone at first. He sat on his expensive leather couch like a king on his throne.. his legs crossed, his designer watch catching the light from the chandelier, looking every bit the successful man he loved to remind everyone he was.Finally, he glanced at me with cold, dismissive eyes.“3.0 CGPA, Aby?” His voice was laced with disgust. “You expect me to throw my hard earned money on you? You’re a waste. A complete waste of my

"Maren, please. Look at me. Look at my son. If I stay, Riven is going to hand me back to Kaelen. He said it himself in the hall today. His political interests are bigger than my life. Please, Maren. Come on. Do this for me. I’m begging you.”I crawled forward, grabbing the hem of Maren's grey nightgown."All you have to do is hand me my baby," I pleaded, my voice breaking into a pathetic, desperate whine. "Just hand him to me and turn your back. Go to sleep. Pretend I hit you over the head. Pretend you saw absolutely nothing. I will take the blame. I will take all the risk. Just please... do this for me as a mother. Do it for the girl you used to be."Maren looked down at me weeping on her floor. She looked at the tiny, sleeping infant in her arms. The silence stretched for an eternity. The only sound was the crackle of the firewood."Get up," Maren finally whispered.I scrambled to my feet, my chest heaving with desperate hope.Maren didn't hand me the baby yet. Instead, she walked b

Before I could even form the words to demand my son, Maren yanked me inside so fast the door slammed shut behind us. The warmth of the small room hit me hard after the cold night air, but it did nothing to slow my racing heart. She still had Mael in her arms, rocking him gently, but her eyes were sharp on me now, scanning the bag on my shoulder, the cloak, the way I was breathing too fast.“What’s wrong with you?” she hissed, keeping her voice low so she wouldn’t wake the baby. “Are you out of your mind? Are you asking for a death sentence?”"Give him to me," I demanded, my voice shaking as I reached for Mael.Maren stepped back, holding the bundled infant out of my reach. Her grey eyes were wide, scanning my heavy cloak and the packed leather rucksack slipping off my shoulder."Don’t you get it?? You cannot run from the Valrok Empire," Maren said, her tone dead serious. "No one escapes this fortress without the King's seal. The Vanguard doesn't just let people wander into the snow. T

The voice cracked through the dark like a whip. A guard stepped out from the side corridor, spear already lowered, blocking the way completely. The tip glinted in the torchlight.“Identify yourself or get diced in half right now!”I had the veil pulled low over my face. It made it hard to see clearly in the dim light, and apparently it made it hard for him to recognize me too. Good. I straightened up, letting the bag hang at my side like it was nothing."Kill the Lycan King's mate?" I asked, my voice dropping into an eerily calm, melodic tone. "Kill Riven's wife in the middle of his own fortress? Oh, man. You seem to have a rather creative death wish upon yourself. And upon your entire bloodline." The guard’s eyes went wide. His spear wavered. He took a half-step back, then another, the weapon drooping."My... my Queen," the guard stammered, his voice cracking with absolute panic. He bowed his head so low his chin practically touched his chest. He was physically shaking. "Please... p

I zipped up the last bit of the small bag as quietly as I could. My hands were steady even though my heart was hammering against my ribs. I didn’t have much anyway. The Northern Wastes had taught me that a long time ago. You learned to move light or you didn’t move at all. A couple of changes of clothes, a small knife, some dried meat I’d stolen from the kitchens earlier. That was it. Enough to get me and Mael out of here and into the trees.I slowly let go of the zipper.I eased the bag off the vanity, careful not to let the brass buckles clink against the stone.I tiptoed toward the door, every step careful, testing the floorboards with the ball of my foot before I put weight down. The fire had burned low, casting long shadows across the room. Riven was still on the bed behind me, breathing deep and even. I was done. Nothing was stopping me this time. Not the High Council, not Kaelen, and definitely not the arrogant warlord sleeping twenty feet away. Not the memory of his hands or h

Tears of sheer, human humiliation leaked from the corners of my eyes, rolling down my temples into my hair. I was trapped. I was listening to my own mouth spout the most filthy, submissive, degrading pleas, begging a man who had just sold me out to a council of warlords.Riven’s golden eyes flared with absolute, victorious triumph.He smiled. A dark, devastating grin that showed the sharp points of his fangs."Good girl," he growled.He didn't make me wait another second. Riven crashed his mouth down onto mine, kissing me with a passionate, bruising violence that stole the very oxygen from my lungs. His tongue invaded my mouth, tasting of salt and dominance, sweeping over my teeth and tangling with my own in a ruthless, consuming rhythm.At the exact same time, his hand moved between our bodies. He found my slick, swollen cunt and slipped a thick finger right past my entrance.I whimpered uncontrollably into his mouth, the sound vibrating between our connected lips. He began to circle

My chest heaved, my breath coming in jagged, shallow gasps that tore at my throat. I was sitting there, completely exposed on his massive mattress, drowning in my own wetness. My thighs were trembling, my core throbbing with a hollow, agonizing ache that demanded to be filled. I was so incredibly, shamefully horny it felt like a fever burning under my skin. I was ready to be fucked. I was practically vibrating with the need for it.But Riven had spoken.‘You're going to have to beg harder than that.’I gritted my teeth, my jaw locking so tight the muscle fluttered. No. I had sworn to myself. I had made a silent, blood-bound promise the day Kaelen threw me into that freezing mud. I thought I had learned my lesson. I thought I had built a fortress around my pride, vowing that no man would ever control me again. No man would ever dictate my worth, tell me what to do, or reduce me to a weeping, pleading mess on a mattress.Not Kaelen. And definitely not the Lycan King.