Chapter: Post-Tantrum[Dante]I sat behind my desk, staring at nothing in particular. The stack of files in front of me hadn't been touched in hours. I wasn't even sure why I bothered showing up today. My head wasn't here. My body was, but my mind was somewhere else entirely.The one question that should have come sooner finally hit me:'What the hell was I even doing?'I hadn't come into the office for days, hiding behind a flimsy excuse of being sick. In truth, I'd been strung out—too many pills, too much booze, chasing a high I thought would smother everything I didn't want to feel. It was pathetic. Embarrassing even.And Bianca had seen me like that.Fuck.The last time I saw her, she'd come by my place. I'd been high, half gone, trying to act like nothing was wrong. I thought I'd managed it. I thought I'd fooled her. But the memory wouldn't let me lie to myself anymore—my pulse had jumped the second I saw her, my chest tight and I knew saying too much would have given it off. She must have noticed. O
Last Updated: 2025-10-18
Chapter: All On My OwnTRIGGER WARNING: SOME READERS MIGHT FIND THIS CHAPTER SLIGHTLY DISTURBING. (No Rape. No Violence)***[Bianca]I came to with a groan that dragged up from the back of my throat before I could stop it. My head throbbed, pounding like someone had hammered nails into the base of my skull. Strangely though, my body felt... good. Too good. Warmth slid across my face in slow, sticky trickles, while my limbs floated, impossibly light. Almost like I was floating on clouds.For a second, I thought I was dreaming. Maybe I was still asleep. Before I could begin to think of what had happened or open my eyes, a low grunt pierced through my haze. And then warmth spattered across my cheek again.Instantly, my eyes flew open.I wasn't dreaming.I was naked. Lying in a bathtub. And above me—oh God—above me stood Giovanni. Naked. His broad shoulders high, the flex of his thighs, the obscene rhythm of his hand pumping his cock while the other balanced a phone, angled down at me.Horror swallowed me who
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Chapter: Curiosity Killed The Cat[Mr. Wentworth]Hehe...It had been far too long since Dante let me out. The poor bastard had been slipping lately — all thanks to her. Bianca. His precious little blonde weakness.I should have killed her already. The deal was for her to find a way to make Dante slip more often, wasn't it? She failed her end, and I always collect. But I didn't like rushing. Death was quick. Destruction was... sweeter.The only reason I had any freedom at all was because she'd cracked Dante's perfect façade. The great Dante, reduced to a panting, drugged-up animal rutting to forget his misery. He couldn't even get hard without chemical help now. Ha! All those years of self-control, undone by a woman.Pathetic. Laughable. But far from enough.When Dante numbed himself with pills, I waited. Whenever he slept, I woke. But that meant our body never got enough sleep, never stayed at its peak. Even now, I was far from being in peak condition.He thought wearing himself out would cage me but all he was doing
Last Updated: 2025-09-29
Chapter: Child’s Play [Giovanni]Bianca tried to stomp my head, as if her bare heel could crush something already tempered by worse. She didn't know I'd had men twice her size break bottles over my skull, or women with sharper nails carve my skin. Compared to that, her flailing was child's play.Her feet kicked back and forth in a frantic rhythm, each strike grazing air, her desperation almost endearing. I sat up, laughter spilling out of me—ragged, manic, amused at the futility of her rebellion—while dragging her closer like she was nothing more than a fish snagged on a hook.And then—crack.Her foot connected with my jaw and for a second, my grip loosened. She tore free, diving toward the gun.But she was sloppy. They always were.I lunged faster, my hand smacking the weapon out of hers. It clattered across the floorboards again, farther this time. I didn't even bother looking at it. Instead, I shoved her down, knees pinning her hips, my weight pressing over her.Now I was sitting on her back, her arms
Last Updated: 2025-09-21
Chapter: Quick Draw[Giovanni]The first thing I did when I walked into the bathroom was crank the tap on. Water hissed out of the showerhead, steaming up the mirror, filling the silence with some noise.I didn't step under it right away. Instead, I turned toward the sink, rolled up my sleeves, and scrubbed my hands like they were dripping with filth I couldn't see. The taste of her saliva lingered at the back of my throat, sour and cloying, and I pressed my lips into a tight line. Deeply uncomfortable.I leaned over the porcelain sink, then forced two fingers down my throat—thank the Lord for gag reflexes—and let the bile rise. It burned, splattering into the sink. I exhaled once, then washed my tongue, until nothing but bitter saliva coated my tongue. My grip on the sink tightened until my knuckles paled.Kissing. What a joke.I spat, turned the faucet on, and rinsed out my mouth until the water ran clear. I hated the smell of it, hated the sticky residue it left on my skin. "Disgusting," I muttered,
Last Updated: 2025-09-14
Chapter: Rebound[Bianca]I checked myself in the hotel mirror one last time before Giovanni arrived.The black dress clung to my hips in a way that was almost indecent, the neckline low enough to draw eyes where I wanted them. My blonde curls brushed the bare skin of my shoulders, and my lipstick was still intact after two cocktails—thank God. I arrived at the restaurant downstairs half an hour earlier hence why I had been forced to indulge a little. I wasn't drunk, but I was warm enough inside my head to let my nerves loosen.This wasn't about romance. Not really. It was about forgetting. About proving to myself that I could fuck who I wanted—same as that asshole.Giovanni showed up a little early, striding into the restaurant in a charcoal suit that made him look like he'd stepped out of some Italian movie. His brown hair was tied neatly back, and when he smiled, I almost forgot my plan."Bianca," he greeted, his voice rolling in that accent of his."Giovanni." I lifted my glass, smiling back swee
Last Updated: 2025-09-08
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