LOGIN**“I need you,” he growled against my lips, nipping my bottom lip before sucking it into his mouth. “Right now. Let me remind you who you belong to.”He shoved the shirt up to my waist, freed his thick, already rock-hard cock, and rubbed the fat, leaking head through my soaked folds.“You’re dripping again,” he rasped, voice dark with satisfaction. “Even after everything last night, this greedy little pussy still wants more.”He pushed inside me in one slow, deep thrust.I moaned loudly as every thick inch stretched me open, the veined shaft dragging along my sensitive walls until he was buried to the hilt, his heavy balls pressed against me.He fucked me right there on the kitchen counter — slow at first, savoring every sensation, then harder, deeper, hips snapping forward with powerful thrusts that made my breasts bounce and my moans fill the kitchen.His mouth never left mine for long — kissing me deeply, tongue stroking mine in filthy, sensual waves while he pounded into me.“Loo
LILA’S POV**The next morning felt like walking through a minefield.Ryan was already in the kitchen when I came downstairs, nursing a cup of black coffee, staring out at the ocean with a tight jaw. Jax stood a few feet away, leaning against the counter, arms crossed, looking every bit the dangerous man he was — but his eyes softened the second they landed on me.The tension in the room was thick enough to choke on.Ryan looked up first. His gaze flicked between us — me in Jax’s oversized shirt, Jax still shirtless with fresh marks on his neck from my nails the night before.“You two really didn’t waste any time after I left yesterday, huh?” Ryan said, voice flat but edged with pain.Jax straightened, but before he could speak, I stepped forward.“Ryan… I’m sorry you had to see that,” I said softly. “I've said this before, but.... I’m not sorry for loving him. I told you I’ve loved Jax for years. The night he pushed me away when I was seventeen broke something in me. Then Daniel came
Ryan ran both hands through his hair, pacing like a caged animal.“You’re my sister, Lila. I’m supposed to protect you. And he’s my best friend. This is fucked up on every level.”“It is,” Jax admitted, surprising both of us. His voice was quieter now, heavy with guilt. “It’s messy. It’s complicated. And I hate that it hurts you. But I’m not sorry for loving her. I’m not sorry for making her mine. I’d burn the world down before I let anyone hurt her again — including myself.”The kitchen fell silent except for the sound of our breathing.Ryan looked at me, really looked at me — at the way I leaned into Jax’s side, at the marks on my neck, at the way Jax’s hand rested protectively on my hip.“You really love him?” he asked me, voice cracking slightly.“I do,” I whispered. “With everything I am.”Ryan exhaled sharply, shoulders slumping.“I need time,” he said finally. “This is a lot. I’m pissed. I’m hurt. But… I see the way he looks at you. And the way you look at him.” He pointed at J
LILA’S POVRyan came back two hours later.The front door slammed so hard the walls shook. Jax and I were still in the kitchen — I was sitting on the island, legs wrapped around his waist, his thick cock buried deep inside me as he fucked me slow and deep, forehead pressed to mine, whispering how much he loved me between kisses.We both froze the second we heard the door.Jax didn’t pull out immediately. He stayed buried to the hilt, one hand gripping my hip possessively, the other cupping the back of my head as he looked into my eyes.“Whatever happens,” he murmured, voice low and rough, “you’re mine. I love you. Nothing he says changes that.”I nodded, heart racing, my pussy still fluttering around his thick length.Ryan stormed into the kitchen and stopped dead.His eyes widened, face twisting with a mix of rage, betrayal, and disgust as he took in the sight — me on the kitchen island, shirt rucked up to my waist, legs around his best friend, Jax’s cock clearly buried inside me.“W
BONUS CHAPTER 1** **LILA’S POV**The house was supposed to be empty.Ryan wasn’t due back from his business trip for another four days. That’s what he’d texted. That’s what gave us the false sense of safety to be reckless.Jax had me pressed against the kitchen island, my back to the cool marble, his body caging me in. His mouth was on mine — hungry, and deep. His tongue danced with mine in slow, filthy strokes while his hands roamed under the oversized shirt I’d stolen from him.“Fuck, I can’t get enough of you,” he growled against my lips, nipping my bottom lip before sucking it into his mouth. One large hand slid between my thighs, fingers finding me already soaked and bare. “No panties again? You’re such a naughty little thing for me.”I moaned into his mouth as two thick fingers pushed inside me, curling perfectly against that spot that made my toes curl. His thumb circled my swollen clit with firm, steady pressure while his tongue continued its sensual assault on mine.We were
**LILA’S POV**The final night at Velvet Chains felt like the end of one life and the beginning of another.The club was closed to the public, but a small, trusted group of members had been invited — people Jax had known for years, people who understood the sacred weight of a collaring ceremony. The main floor was dimly lit with deep crimson and gold, candles flickering on every surface, soft leather couches arranged in a loose circle around the raised platform in the center.I stood backstage with Jax, heart hammering so hard I could feel it in my throat.I wore nothing but a sheer black lace robe that barely covered anything, the black silk blood-vow ribbon tied around my throat like a promise. My nipples were already tight, my pussy slick and aching with anticipation.Jax stood behind me, fully dressed in a tailored black shirt and pants, but his hands were gentle as they rested on my shoulders.“You don’t have to do this,” he whispered, lips brushing my ear. “We can keep it privat
I could see my face, mouth open, eyes half closed, cheeks flushed, sweat running down my neck.He gripped my hair, wrapped it around his fist, pulled my head back gently but firmly so I had to keep watching.“Look at how you take it,” he said, voice low and rough. “Look how your pussy grips me. Mad
Elena’s POVI showed up the next night already wrecked. I’d spent the whole day in a haze. Classes blurred past, lunch tasted like nothing, my roommate asked why I kept zoning out. My clit hadn’t stopped throbbing since Marcus left me strapped to the leg press, empty and dripping. Every time I sa
**Elena’s POV**I was obsessed. All day I moved through the world like a ghost—went to the grocery store, folded laundry, answered texts from friends—but my mind was stuck on the squat rack, on Marcus’s mouth between my legs, on the way he’d pulled back right when I was about to break. My clit st
Elena’s POV**I joined the gym because I wanted to feel stronger by the end of summer. The place was small but expensive-looking—black rubber floors, mirrored walls, rows of gleaming machines that smelled faintly of metal and disinfectant. I’d signed up online, paid the fee, showed up in leggings







