Novels by Sandiwrites

Monalisa’s heart hammered wildly against her ribs as Natalia’s voice echoed through the quiet mansion.“Damien? Darling, are you home? I brought those documents you asked for.”A sharp knock sounded on the bedroom door.Damien’s hand flew to Monalisa’s mouth, silencing her before she could make a sound. His golden eyes were wide with warning as he stared down at her. They were still tangled together, naked, his cock still half-hard and buried inside her, his cum slowly leaking from her pussy down her thighs.“Hide,” he whispered urgently against her ear. “Bathroom, now. Don’t make a sound.”Monalisa nodded frantically, her body still trembling from the intense orgasm they had just shared. Damien pulled out of her with a wet sound that made her cheeks burn with shame and lingering arousal. She scrambled off the bed on shaky legs, grabbing Damien’s black shirt from the floor and rushing into the en-suite bathroom, closing the door behind her as quietly as possible.She pressed her back

Monalisa sat across from Sophie at their favorite café near campus, stirring her latte nervously. It was her second day back at school, and she already felt like two different people, the quiet student trying to catch up on missed lectures, and the secret lover who spent her nights screaming “Daddy” while her stepfather ruined her.Sophie leaned forward, eyes wide with concern and curiosity.“Okay, spill,” Sophie said, lowering her voice. “Who’s the guy following you? I saw him yesterday and again today. Tall, scary-looking, always keeping distance but never too far. Is he, like… a stalker? Should I call the police?”Monalisa’s stomach twisted. She forced a small smile.“It’s not like that,” she said softly. “He’s… protection. My stepfather arranged it. He’s been really worried about me since Mom died and doesn’t want me going anywhere alone right now.”Sophie blinked, then let out a soft laugh of relief.“Wow. Damien is really going all out, huh? That’s actually kind of sweet. He’s

Monalisa stood in front of the large bathroom mirror, staring at her reflection as if she were looking at a stranger. The girl in the mirror had flushed cheeks, swollen lips, and dark love bites scattered across her neck and collarbone like forbidden signatures. She slowly pulled down the collar of Damien’s oversized black shirt, revealing more marks on her breasts. Her thighs still ached, and between her legs she felt tender and sensitive.She should have felt disgusted with herself.Instead, a confusing warmth spread through her body at the memory of Damien’s hands, his mouth, his deep voice calling her “princess” while he claimed every inch of her.“What am I doing?” she whispered to her reflection.Last night had been intense, passionate, wrong. But the way Damien had held her afterward, gentle, almost reverent had cracked something inside her. For a few hours, she hadn’t felt broken or alone, she had felt wanted, craved.The sound of footsteps approaching made her heart skip. She

Monalisa lay awake in Damien’s massive bed, staring at the ornate ceiling as soft morning light filtered through the heavy silk curtains. Her body was a map of last night’s sin, dark hickeys blooming across her neck and breasts, her thighs sticky with dried cum, and a deep, delicious ache between her legs that refused to fade.She should have felt regret, shame, horror at what she had done with her own stepfather.Instead, all she felt was a warm, dangerous hunger.She turned her head slightly, Damien was still asleep beside her, one powerful arm draped possessively over her waist. Even in sleep, he looked commanding, sharp jawline, silver-streaked dark hair tousled, broad muscular chest rising and falling steadily. He was beautiful in a terrifying way.Monalisa’s phone buzzed quietly on the nightstand, she reached for it carefully.Sophie: Monalisa, where are you? You’ve been absent for weeks. I’m really worried, call me.Guilt twisted sharply in her chest, Sophie had been her best f

Damien’s phone kept ringing insistently on the nightstand. Monalisa lay beneath him, still trembling from her orgasm, her body slick with sweat and his cum. She watched as he reached over and answered the call without pulling out of her.“Marcus,” Damien said, his voice low and rough. “Make it quick.”Monalisa bit her lip as he slowly rolled his hips, still buried deep inside her. She tried to stay quiet, but a soft whimper escaped when he hit a sensitive spot.Damien’s golden eyes locked onto hers in warning as he listened to his Beta. “Viktor is testing the borders again? Handle it. I don’t want to hear excuses.”He thrust slowly into her while speaking, as if proving a point. Monalisa gripped his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin. The forbidden thrill of him being inside her while talking business made her even wetter.“Yes… I’m aware of the rumors,” Damien continued, his voice growing darker. “But my personal life is none of their concern. Keep the pack in line. I’ll deal

The stepfather clock struck 3:30 AM when Monalisa quietly pushed open the front door. Her short red dress clung to her curves, and her heels dangled from her fingers. She was still feeling the effects of the alcohol and the loud music from the club.The moment she stepped inside, the living room lights flicked on.Damien was sitting on the black leather sofa like he owned the world, legs spread wide, a glass of whiskey in his large hand. His black shirt was unbuttoned at the top, revealing a glimpse of his muscular chest. His intense golden eyes locked onto her immediately.“Third time this week,” he said, his deep voice low and dangerous. “You really love pushing my limits, don’t you, Monalisa?”Monalisa’s heart skipped a beat. She tried to act unbothered, but her body was already reacting to him, the familiar warmth spreading between her thighs.“I’m an adult,” she replied, though her voice came out softer than she intended. “I can come home whenever I want.”Damien set his glass do