Masuk
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Copyright © 2026 by Ollie This is a dark romance that contains triggering content and thus, isn’t suitable for readers under 18. It contains explicit sexual content and morally grey characters bordering on obsessive and possessive traits willing to ruin their lives for each other. This is not fit for anyone struggling with mental health or stuck in an abusive relationship. It is not to be misconstrued or mislabeled. This is strictly for entertainment purposes. All scenes are fictitious! Some triggers include: addiction, drug abuse, suicide, depression, mentions of sexual assault, stalking, aggravated jealousy, infidelity, parental loss, blackmail, graphic sex and sexual harassment, psychotic displays, dub-con, forced coercion, kidnapping, revenge p**n, objectification, suicidal ideation, murder, bullying, family issues, domestic violence, self-harm, psychological/verbal abuse, sadism-masochism. Some kinks include: praise/size kink, degradation, brat kink, impact play, denied orgasm, forced orgasm, overstimulation, choking, filming of sexual acts, voyeurism, feet fetish, golden shower, exhibitionism, temperature play, findom, BDSM, and age gap. Readers discretion/warning: This is a work of fiction and not a guide to BDSM. Readers must understand the difference. I do not claim to be an expert in BDSM. All parties interested in the kinks mentioned here must conduct their own due diligence and not blindly follow everything written here. I highly advise readers to use their discretion before practicing BDSM, especially when it comes to consent which I’m totally big on. Again, I do not condone the stuff that happens in this book. Liberties were taken a lot here especially with the business and pharmacology angles. I take all the blame for that. The book will be more drama/erotic-based anyway. Here, you’ll find a controlling, obsessive, jealous male Dom and a bratty female sub. If that isn’t your cup of tea, please do not read this book. With this story, I wanted to do a lot of things differently but the one angle that stands out to me is the child/pregnancy trope. I’ve always read a lot of books that utilize children/pregnancy as a trope and plot point. I’ve done it in the past with my books, but as a proud member of the childfree-by-choice community, I felt it is about time I represent that tiny section of humanity too. I wanted to subvert the pregnancy trope. My characters here are adamantly and unapologetically child-free. I apologize to anyone this might offend, but I just wanted to try something different. This book is not ideal for anyone with fragile moral sensibilities who might be easily triggered by the actions and decisions of the main characters. This is all strictly for entertainment. I do not condone nor do I excuse some of the actions of the characters. I’m merely writing to entertain my readers! You’re free to stop reading at any time you feel uncomfortable. I apologize in advance because it is not my desire to harm your sensibilities. Furthermore, I was meticulous in my research for this book, especially when it comes to BDSM but I am merely mortal. I take full accountability for any errors one might find here. Please leave a comment and I’ll make the necessary changes. Similarly, music is extremely essential to me as a creative writer. I depend on music as the other medium I use to inspire creativity. To me, music and literature go hand-in-hand so every time I write, a specific song is playing in my head to accompany my scenes. I’ll say these songs are so vital to me because they’re intertwined with some of the scenes I create. Some scenes are directly inspired by the song playing in my head at any given time. Music helps me visualize a lot. I can hear the sound in my head as the scene plays out and pours out of my fingers when I write. For instance, the car sex scenes are extremely fun because I can hear Beyonce’s PARTITION playing in my head. I can hear the song in the car radio as my protagonists tear their clothes off and drivers try to pretend not to notice what’s happening in the backseat. I’m a huge fan of Chase Atlantic, Arctic Monkeys, the neighbourhood, Lana Del Rey, The Weeknd, Ariana Grande, Taylor Swift, Beyonce, etc. Their voices accompany me when I write. Now, this is my most basic, modern taste in music. I limit that taste to contemporary music when I’m writing contemporary works. So, you’ll find them scattered across this work. I apologize to the readers who might be offended or unimpressed by this. pardon my lack of taste, but feel free to make up your own playlist. You’ll find mine below just to give you a direction: PLAYLIST: Ariana Grande, The Weeknd – Love harder. Ariana Grande, Future – Everyday Ariana Grande – Dangerous woman. Arctic Monkeys – Do I wanna know? Arctic Monkeys – I wanna be yours. Arctic Monkeys – 505 Beyonce – Partition Beyonce – All night long. Beyonce – Drunk in love Beyonce – XO Beyonce – Morning Dew(Donk) Baby Bash, T-pain – Cyclone. Chase Atlantic – into it. Chase Atlantic – Meddle about. Chase Atlantic – Swim. Chase Atlantic – Slow down. Doja Cat – Candy Doja Cat – Streets Doja Cat – Been like this. Don Tolliver – No pole Flo Rida, T-pain – Low. Gunna, Burna boy – WGFT Jhene Aiko, Swae Lee – Sativa Kehlani – Gangster. Lah Pat, Flo Millie – Rodeo(Remix) Michael Jackson – Chicago. Michael Jackson – Heaven can wait. Michael Jackson – Dirty Diana Selena Gomez - The heart wants what it wants. Selena Gomez - Good for you. Selena Gomez – Same old love. Taylor Swift – Dress. Taylor Swift – Labyrinth. Taylor Swift – The Great War. Taylor Swift – You’re losing me . The Weeknd – House of Ballons/table girls. The Weeknd – The hills. The neighbourhood ft Syd – Daddy issues. Usher – Hey Daddy(Daddy’s home) These are extremely popular songs so feel free to create your own playlists. Finally, sit back, relax, and enjoy this wild ride with me. I can’t wait to see where this book and characters take us. I’m betting it’s gonna be fun!Jazz's POV He closes the short distance between us and the kitchen island, placing me on the giant marble tabletop. My suit jacket comes off. My hands find his sculpted abs, tracing them as he pushes me back on the table and spreads my legs wide open. His eyes twinkles with naughty desire as he peers down at my cunt. “Fuck, I missed her,” he murmurs, sticking two fingers inside me. His thumb finds my clit, drawing gentle circles. Fireworks explodes somewhere deep inside me. “Master…” I whimper, panting as he thrusts his fingers. “Say my name,” he barks. My eyes light up. “What!?”He holds my gaze. Something dark and lustful gleams in them. “Say my name, princess,” he repeats, his voice deep and smooth like chocolate. “Zeke…” I call out softly. His lips part imperceptibly. Am I hallucinating or did he actually gasp at that!? He leans down, aiming for my ears. His tongue takes a long teasing swipe along my earlobes., making me shiver. “I love when you say my name. Last nigh
Jazz's POV I wake up the next morning pleasantly sore. My bed is empty. Tossing around, I realize someone had changed my bedsheets. Zeke. Last night's still a little fuzzy to me but my body remembers. My pussy hums with sweet memories of his dick inside me. My neck is tingling with the hungry kisses he left there. My eyes darts over to his suit jacket tossed over the chair in my bedroom. I climb out of bed, grab and put it on. He is so big, I'm practicing swimming inside the jacket. As soon as I open the door, the smell of breakfast hits me. The last verse of Rihanna's "This is what you came for" plays through the speakers as I trace the smell to the kitchen. Breath leaves my body at the beautiful sight I walked into: Zeke had his back turned to the door, frying some eggs. Shirtless, his back muscles flex as he moves through the kitchen. He is wearing low-riding grey slacks that accentuates his lower side, attractively. His v-line disappears into the tight waistband
Jazz’s POV He comes to me in my dreams. His presence is so overwhelming and so real. That smell. That musky scent of masculinity fills my nostrils as he slides beside me, his tongue dipping into the nape of my neck, leaving trails of soft kisses. Desire unfurls deep inside me, my entire body shaking with need. He dives deeper and lower, kissing every inch of my body: my neck, my shoulders, lingering around my breasts. He squeezes my tits, flickering his nails across my hardened, sensitive nipples. Each swipe sends hot flash down my spine. I moan in my sleep, a powerful ache pulsating in my core. He lowers himself, tracing my belly button and abdomen. I stir a little in my sleep as he dips even lower, spreading my legs apart. “Open up for me, baby,” he murmurs. His gravelly voice sends shivering vibrations through my bones. His tongue finds that apex set at the top of my thighs, that sweet spot with a ferocious motion. I groan, fingers gripping the bedsheets tighter. “Oh, Zek
Zeke's POV Back on the plane, I can appreciate the divine silence and dim lights as I continue watching her. My eyes are glued to the screen, watching her enthralling figure bounce on the dildo. I love the way her ass recoils and her boobs fall with each bounce. I switch cameras to observe her from all angles: the overhead cameras give me a perfect view of her ass, her boobs, the goddamn sweat beads streaking her forehead and the side cameras offers me a perfect view of each thrust. I didn’t want to miss a single angle. With a simple tap, I could flick through the many cameras. Her throaty, hoarse moans fill my ears through the earbuds. “What a fabulous view! Fuck, you are doing such a good job, doll. I wish I’m right there with you. I would give anything to feel myself moving inside you right now!” I drawl animalistically. I love the way she sinks in and out of the dildo, expanding herself slowly to take it all the way to the shaft. She continues to surprise me. “
Jazz's POV My ass is burning. The cuffs are starting to dig into the skin around my wrists. I can't exactly remember how long I'd been bent over here with the spanking machine striking me over and over without pause. It feels like forever but I know he's still watching me. Through the invisible cameras, he's watching me. I can feel his eyes raking all over me. He is my audience of one. My voyeur. He is the only reason I'm still bent over here, biting back tears. I want to perform well for him. I crave his approval. His “good girl” booming through those speakers would actually make me explode right now. I know he's waiting for me to break. The sick sadist! I won't let him see my pain. Not yet. I won't use my safe word. He'd want that, right? He wants to break me. He wants to turn me into his malleable little sub. Fuck no, I'd show him real stubbornness. The more he tries to humiliate and break me, the harder I become. And to be honest, I'm getting a l
Zeke's POV I sit in the meeting room, hearing the voices of my board speak but barely registering what they're actually saying. My mind is elsewhere. My blood is still boiling. The image is clear in my head. If I closed my eyes, I can still see that arrogant jerk putting his hands on Jazz. I grind my teeth, fists folding as I try to calm myself. But no matter how hard I tried, I can't get over it. He actually touched her. He touched my Jazz. What would have happened if Bobby hadn't tracked her down in time? What would he have done to her? All for what? A miserly ten grand? An unquenchable fire is burning inside me. Nah, he has to pay for it! With one text, I called in a favour from the mayor's office. By this time tomorrow, Rick's club will be shut down. And that's just the beginning. I am going to strip him of everything he's ever earned; everything he's ever built for himself will be destroyed. I am going to tear apart that little criminal empire h







