Novels by degreatdonny

Sarah’s POVJake’s hands were still in my hair when I heard my father’s footsteps in the hallway.I should have pulled away.But I didn’t.“Sarah?” He said my name like it was a question. Like he wasn't entirely sure it was me pressed against the wall.His voice cracked down the hall like a whip. I turned, still pressed against the wall, Jake’s mouth barely off my neck.My eyes met my father's; he stood there, chest heaving, eyes wide with a fury I hadn’t seen since the day the videos of Jake and me leaked to the Internet.“In my house?” he said, voice low and shaking. “Under my roof, with your sister's husband?”I snorted.“Ex-husband,” I corrected, straightening my blouse. Unbothered.He went silent, disbelief hanging over his features, mixed with the kind of anger I had barely seen on him. “Come on, Dad… There’s a difference,” I protested.“I don’t care what you call him.” His hands curled into fists at his sides. “This is wrong, and you will not do this here. I won’t allow it.”I

Octavia’s POVHis weight settled between my legs. That was when my whole body stopped fighting.I felt his thick, long cock sliding across the bare skin of my thighs. He didn't announce; he just drove into me in one hard thrust, and a sound tore out of my throat that I didn’t recognize as mine. His cock was massive. Thick. The length went so deep that it made my eyes water. And somehow, the burn felt good.“Fuckkkk…” I breathed, nails digging into his shoulders. “Don’t stop. Fuck me hard.”He pulled almost all the way out and slammed back in, deeper this time. All the length buried inside me. My body arched off the bed on its own. It was real. I felt that stretch in my guts.“That’s it,” he growled against my neck. “If you want to be a whore, let's do it the proper way. I'll take every form of resistance from you. And you'll call me Daddy from now on.” I gasped, heat pooling inside me. I felt his cock so deep, I couldn't even find words anymore. Tears filled my eyes, but it wasn't

OctaviaI sat on the balcony alone, staring at the sky like it might give me something. It didn’t. But my mind was already working the angles.I couldn't get all the pictures off my mind… The golden throne. The high altar. The Durango headquarters where every powerful figure in the country bowed to that one seat. Even the blonde haired lady who who ended two men that night; probably to settle a dispute or whatever, and it wasn't recorded as crime, nor investigated.Each time I remember Red Dragon sitting high above like nothing could touch him, it makes my stomach churn. The entire country's underground network worshipped him; they bowed to the same man who, behind closed doors, wanted to submit. Unless Bianca was wrong… I could picture everything so clearly that it burned. And I needed it, the way I needed air.Bianca had given me everything she knew. From her mouth it sounded almost simple. His desire became something I hadn’t expected. Something no one would see coming.But he w

Octavia's POVBianca settled beside me on the bed, tucking one leg beneath her. Her knee pressed lightly against my thigh. She didn’t pull away.She sighed. I watched her chest rise and fall before she turned her attention to me.“You want to understand him,” she said. It wasn’t a question.I nodded. “I need to.”Her eyes moved slowly across my face, as though she were measuring how much weight I could carry before it broke something inside me.Then she nodded. Her lips pressed together for a second before parting again.“Red Dragon is not really who the public sees him as,” she began.I didn't say a word. I stared blankly ahead, waiting for an explanation.“To the world, he is a powerful cartel boss who defeated the greatest enemy this great country has ever faced.”I nodded in agreement.“To some, he has no weakness, no conscience, just a cold-blooded killer.”I drew a slow breath. “Those who think like that are not entirely wrong…” The thought hung heavily in my chest.Bianca smirk

Octavia’s POVThe applause stayed in my ears long after we left the hall.Even after the car had carried us back to the island, I could still see them.Rows of the most powerful men and women in Valdoria, standing beneath the golden light, clapping for me.Billionaires who once never cared to know me. Cartel lords whose names alone could make people disappear.That night, I was someone.Not Octavia the pig. Not the disgrace of the Beacham family. Nor the fat daughter nobody wanted standing beside them.I had stood beside Draven Ironclaw in front of the entire underworld of Valdoria, and they had bowed their heads.They had respected me.And now that I had tasted it, I didn't think I could ever be satisfied with anything less.I wanted more… Every single day, for the rest of my life.---We had arrived at the island about an hour ago. I sat on the edge of my bed, still wearing the gown from the initiation.I didn't even bother to change. I just sat there, staring at nothing, while my m

Octavia's POVI spent the next hour after the initiation just… walking. Trying to understand what this place even was."Headquarters," someone had called it. The birthplace of the Durango Cartel. The walls looked ancient, covered in stones and hard bricks. I watched the older members move through the halls like they were somewhere sacred—hands crossed behind their backs, heads dipping slightly at certain doorways. This place looked more like a temple or a monastery than a cartel headquarters. I couldn’t decide which version was true. Maybe both. Perhaps that was the point.I crossed the courtyard following the sound of steel on steel. Finally, I came to an open area and found a crowd pressed up against the far wall.“What's going on there?” I thought. I heard something like a growl; I didn't hesitate. Instead I pushed in, curious. Expecting drills. Or probably intense training.But what I saw made my mouth go dry…One woman. Two men.The men were built like tanks, thick through the