Chapter: what did I just get myself into?CAITLYN CLARKE’S pov My now bloodshot eyes open when I hear the door open but my head remains hanging low staring at the floor. Apparently my toe nails were so fascinating to watch all this time. LieAm just bitter, angry and most importantly scared qnd nervous of what he meant when he said that he was to punish me. He walks to my field of view before he drops a duffel bag on the ground. “Lie down on that table, head down,” he orders opening the zip. “W-hy?” I ask. “Learn to follow orders or should I increase the punishment?” “N-o, P-please dont,” I swallow nervously before walking towards the table but I hesitate lying on it. What if it doesn't hold my weight and it shatters? “It will hold your weight,” he grumbles as if reading my mind. I cautiously get on my knees before lying down, my face smack to the cold glass, that mist forms on it with my every heavy breathing. He comes to kneel besides me and his hands move to place a pillow under my pelvic area su h that my ass
Last Updated: 2025-08-30
Chapter: “I get to punish you babochka,”Caitlyn Clarke’s pov “Russian Roulette?” I ask, confused. “Have you ever heard of the game?” he quips, and a nonchalant smirk graces his lips. “If you have, then there is no need to explain it to you.” I snap back, my voice louder than intended, irritation flaring through me.“Quit pretending to be oblivious,” he mutters, rising from his chair. His movements are deliberate, unnervingly calm. He strides across the room to a tall chest of shelves, fingers dancing over the keypad. A soft beep echoes, then—click—the lock snaps open.He slides the heavy doors apart, and my breath stutters.An array of guns is neatly arranged on the shelves. Not toy guns, I mean real guns, Glock pistols, Colt Revolvers, M249 SAW, name it all. His hand darts out, and his fingers draw traces over the guns before he grabs a revolver and pulls it out and holds it up to examine it against the light. “I am not,” I whisper, my heart thundering so hard that I feel it is gonna jump out of my chest the next minu
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Chapter: Let’s play a gameVladislav Mikhailov’s pov "Where are we?" she asks, her eyes wandering over the nearly empty parking lot, lips slightly parted in confusion.She looks small in my oversized Bentley continental GT, arms crossed tightly over her chest like she’s trying to hold herself together. She hasn’t realized it yet— the worst storms don’t come from outside. They start inside. And I’m the one who planted them in her. Her gaze drifts from the lot to the softly glowing elevator ahead. “Home,” I say, unbuckling my seatbelt with a click.She flinches “Doesn’t look like a home,” she mutters, voice barely above a whisper. “No,” I agree, stepping out of the car. “But this is where we’ll be living.” She exhales sharply, opens her mouth to argue, then stops herself. I almost think she’ll stay quiet, until— “For fuck’s sake, this is a club,” she snaps.I smirk. “Yes. My club. Our club.” Before she can say another word, I pull open her door and haul her out. I walk her toward th
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Chapter: I FUCKING HATE YOUCaitlyn Clarke's POV A shudder rolls through me, wave after wave, stealing my breath and scattering my thoughts. For a heartbeat, I am weightless — lost in a moment that feels endless and yet impossibly fleeting. My toes curl. My thighs tremble. A soft cry escapes me before I can stop it.He releases my waist and pulls his cock from my sore pussy. Everything hurts, from my thighs to my throat that feels crusty for screaming out loud. Slipping his hand under my shaking legs cupping my butt cheeks while his other wraps around my back and we get off the bed carrying me towards the bathroom. He places me on the cold tiled bench sink that makes a faint tremor run through my body. But before he walks off he lifts his arm, cupping my face and runs his finger knuckles over my face to wipe my tears, “shh,” he murmurs that's when I realise I was crying. He then turns to the shower head, adjusting the water as I sit there still, floating undone and utterly feeling unravelled. I just had an
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Chapter: Be a good girl and cum all over my cock.Vladislav Mikhailov’s povShe sits on the passenger seat of my SUV, her chest heaving while she silently cries staring out of the window. I know she is so mad at me, but she will have to live with the things I am going to do with her body. Some she will like others she will hate l. She will learn to crawl, be whipped and begged to be used as a mindless sex toy. I drive her to her house and the moment I pull to her driveway she rushes to the house. “Caitlyn?” I call out but she ignores me rushing to her house. I make huge steps following her into the house but she slams her door shut on my face. “Open this door or I will break it on your face,” I call out but she doesn't hid to my words. I withdraw and ram my body to the little door and within no time am howling into her bedroom on the carpet.“Are you fucking insane! What have you done?” She exclaims her hands on her chest with astonishment. I don't answer her but I yank her and throw her body onto her head. “You stupid bastard.
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Chapter: It's fucking going to be a long wedding night.
5Vladislav Mikhailov’s pov I stand outside the room long enough, not to give her privacy but just to let her mind wander, imagining the worst. I know I forced her into this sham of a marriage to protect her but I don't want to show her that she has become my weakness. It will not be long enough before she uses it against me. All women do!I can hear her heavy breathing fill the room while doing as she’s told. I wasn’t lying when I told her I’d punish her. She will learn to love being whipped, chained, and gagged when I fuck her. She will soon be gladly willing to crawl on her hands and knees while begging me to use her however I want. Begging for her release. Her soft cries filter down from the hall, interrupting my thoughts. I won’t let it get to me.Never.I walk inside the room banging the doors and she is sitting on the reclining examination bed at the far end of the room. “Lie down. Flat on your back,” I growl. She does as she is told. Tears flawlessly ran down her face, d
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Chapter: How did you bag a fucking QB? Sienna's pov The sharp, relentless ringing of my phone rips me out of sleep like a sledgehammer to the skull. I groan, burying my face deeper into my pillow, willing whoever it is to just go away.The ringing stops.Bless.I sigh, shifting under the covers, trying to slip back into unconsciousness—The phone starts blaring again.I swear under my breath, fumbling blindly for it on my nightstand. The screen is too bright, the letters swimming in my still-sleepy vision. I don’t even check the caller ID before answering, voice groggy and irritated.“What?”A gruff chuckle filters through the line, and my stomach sinks.“Well, good morning to you too, princess.”Shit.I sit up instantly, pressing my fingers against my temple as my father’s slurred voice fills my ear. “So,” he drawls, dragging the word out, “I have to find out from my friends—from the newspapers, the internet—that my only daughter is out here bagging a quarterback?”I close my eyes, rubbing the bridge of my nose. Here we
Last Updated: 2025-05-26
Chapter: It's show timeSienna Blake's povThe luminous street lights blur into a kaleidoscope of gold and crimson, their reflections dancing across asphalt like fractured stars in a liquid sky.Not missing the beautiful setting sun far in the horizon with its dazzling rays gleaming distinctively. The sharp headlights of other vehicles stab through my vision, leaving jagged streaks in their wake.My breaths rush out into shallow, deep gasps, the anxiousness simmering into my spine, sinking deeper with every damn second. The icy grip on my nerves makes the harsh blinding lights morph into an indistinct blur. My hands tremble slightly, but I force them still as I clutch my purse tighter against my thigh. “Nervous,”Jax implored, his gaze resting on my face."Would you blame me for being on edge?”I quipped before rushing out a chuckle that felt more forced than being real. “You don't have to be, I will be by your side throughout the event,” he assured me, his hand resting on where my dress's slit bared most
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Chapter: Ready to fool them? Jax's pov This is the most ludicrous thing I've ever done in my entire 27 years of life. I am standing in the middle of Émile Laurent’s private showroom, staring at the array of limited-edition gowns like they are a defensive line ready to crush me. The designer himself—a flamboyant man with a sharp eye for style and an even sharper tongue—is slumped lazily over a velvet couch, sipping what looks like a green smoothie but, knowing Laurent, is probably some overpriced detox elixir designed to make mere mortals feel inadequate. “I always thought choosing women’s clothes was easy,” I mutter under my breath, running a hand through my hair. “I’d rather ditch this for a suited-up practice during summer in the open field.” Across from me, Émile Laurent—fashion’s golden boy and the designer responsible for tonight’s exclusive collection—grins like a devil in silk. He’s already draped in one of his own creations, a sleek black tux with gold embroidery that somehow doesn’t look ridiculous
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Chapter: Pick you up tomorrow at sevenJax Pov I watch her carefully, waiting for a reaction but I get close to none. But I can not miss how her green pupils dilated with excitement.She then stares at me, brows drawn together, lips slightly parted—like she is waiting for me to say I am joking. That this is some kind of twisted prank. But I don’t say anything, because I’m not kidding. I meant every damn word.She exhales sharply, shaking her head. “No I cannot. You can get any girl you want. Why me?”It’s not the first time I have heard that. Hell, my entire life, women have either thrown themselves at me or assumed I was their parasocial partner. I lean forward, walking and sitting two steps below where she is sitting curled up before resting my elbows on my knees, fingers laced together as I study her. “Because I don’t want just any girl.”She tilts her head slightly, watching me with cautious eyes.I roll my shoulders. “ I dont want just a date. Most of them would expect something after. I need someone who knows it’s
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Chapter: So we have a deal? Siena's povMy legs are moving on autopilot. The hallways blur, while the agency’s chatter morphs into a distant hum like I am hearing it through the water.I push through the exit door and stumble outside to the back of the building, my breath coming short and shallow. My chest feels tight—too tight, too much, My heart is palpitating too fast as if its on a mission to break free from its cage. I sink down onto the cool concrete steps, gripping my knees.“Sienna, Breathe,” I will myself. But I can’t.My lungs refuse to expand, and my vision is tunneling. My hands shake as I press them to my chest, desperate to stop the crushing weight pressing down on me. Everything is slipping away. The house. My mom’s memory. My stability. My entire life!A sharp gasp rips from my throat and I clutch at my ribs, trying to rip away the force burning in my chest, stealing away my goddamn breath. It feels like I am drowning.“Hey, hey—breathe.”A deep, steady voice cuts through the fog, and sudde
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Chapter: FINAL NOTICE: FORECLOSURE IN 5 DAYS.Sienna Blake povI blink twice, staring at the ceiling rather than the paper in my hand. Am I seeing things? Is my brain playing games on me? My doubts fade into obscurity as I stare at the horror in front of me.I try to process its content whilst I feign the unease that is budding in my stomach.FINAL NOTICE: FORECLOSURE IN 5 DAYS.The bold, brutal words seal my fate. In five days, the only home I’ve ever known will be gone.This isn’t just any house—it’s my childhood home, the last piece of stability I have left, where I made memories with my late mom until she knocked it. My father’s debts have finally caught up to me. Years of unpaid loans, all taken to feed his addiction after “the love of his life was too lazy to breathe.” His words, not mine. My mother died in her sleep when I was sixteen, and ever since, he’s been drowning himself in cheap whiskey and bad decisions.I take a shaky breath and clutch the bank notice tighter. My modest salary as a ballet dancer barely cov
Last Updated: 2025-05-26
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