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Zeden. I took a few gulps of the milk a couple of minutes later. It was cold at first, then strangely warm as it slid down my throat. Before I knew it, I had finished the entire glass. The taste lingered—slightly sweeter than normal, but I didn’t think much of it at the time.Then the throbbing started.A dull, heavy pulse bloomed behind my eyes, spreading fast. My head felt too full, like something was pressing against the inside of my skull. I stood up quickly, intending to set the empty cup on the table, but my legs betrayed me. They felt weak, wobbly, like the bones had turned to rubber. Heat crawled up my throat and sank lower, spreading through my chest, my stomach, and straight into my groin. My cock twitched and began to harden rapidly, throbbing with an intensity that had nothing to do with the cigarette I’d just smoked.My vision blurred at the edges. The room tilted slightly.I lifted the cup to my nose and inhaled. The faint, chemical undertone hit me immedia
Zeden.Thirty minutes ago I’d finally convinced Amber to go see her mother. The drive was easily two hours each way, especially with Marco behind the wheel. That man drove like he was transporting fragile glass—careful, slow, never pushing the speed limit. Unlike Rukov, who treated every road like a racetrack.I was upstairs in our bedroom, sitting on the floor with Rukov. Since Amber wasn’t home, I figured I could steal a little freedom. She had almost made me quit smoking over the past few months, always wrinkling her nose and stealing the pack from my hand. Today I didn’t feel like fighting the urge.I rolled the cigarettes with practiced fingers, lining them up neatly on the low wooden table between us. Rukov watched me, then let out a low chuckle.“What’s funny?” I asked, not amused.“The way you’re wrapping those up like you’re stealing them from your own wife,” he said, still grinning. “I must say, marriage has really changed you. This particular marriage, anyway.”I li
Amber. “Is Zeden going to come with us?” She turned around midway up the staircase, like it was the most important detail on her list.“No,” I answered, forcing the smallest, tightest smile. “He left very early this morning and he’ll be back late tonight. Why do you ask, sister?”All I wanted to do was slap her. Slap that innocent tone right off her face. Slap her for the way her eyes lit up at his name. Slap her for every short skirt, every lingering glance, every calculated “accidental” brush against him.“No, I just wanted to know,” she said lightly. “Well, I thought it’d be nice going together with him to see Mom.” She smiled like she was the wife excited for her husband to come home soon. “But anyway, I’ll dress quickly. I’m sure we’ll be back before he gets home, right?”“Yes, sister. I’m sure.”A few minutes later, after I’d quietly told the maids to start packing up Skyla’s things from the upstairs room she’d begged Zeden to let her have (and he had agreed, the bastard), I
Amber. Five months.Five long, grating months and I still couldn’t stomach the fact that my own sister was still living under this roof. Every single day felt like sandpaper against my nerves. My stomach churned constantly, a sick, twisting feeling that never quite went away. If I had even a fraction of my own money, I would have rented her an apartment on the other side of the city and never looked back.But Zeden, being Zeden, had made sure to drain every last penny from my accounts the moment I’d insisted on letting her stay. When I’d confronted him, all he’d said was, “I put it there. I can remove it too.” A cold, smug lesson wrapped in his deep voice. I knew he was punishing me for not listening. And God, I had learned. I had learned enough.Especially now that Skyla had turned her full attention to seducing my husband.She knew Zeden was an animal when it came to sex—insatiable, rough, always starving for it. He could go days without sleep if it meant burying himself in
Zeden. Amber pulled away from me so fast it was like my hands had suddenly burned her. One second she was melting under my mouth, the next she was stepping back, her spine stiff, arms wrapping around herself like she needed armor.“What’s the matter?” I asked, reaching for her again.She kept her back to me, shoulders tight. “I think I’d have to take the option you gave me before.”“What option?” I stepped closer, clamping my hands gently on her shoulder blades and pressing slow kisses along the curve of them. “And what exactly are you talking about?”Her voice came out small at first, then firmer. “I think Skyla has to leave.”I scoffed, genuine confusion scraping up my throat. “Why? You wanted her here so badly. Fought me tooth and nail over it. Now you’ve had a sudden change of heart?”She turned just enough for me to see the side of her face. “I just feel like she hasn’t changed at all. The other day she said something really mean to me while she was half-asleep… or pretending t
Zeden.The second I stepped through the front door, the first person my eyes landed on was Skyla. She was standing near the bottom of the staircase like she’d been waiting for me, that fake-sweet smile already plastered on her face. The staff greeted me quietly; she did too, voice all soft and grateful. I gave a curt nod and kept walking toward the stairs.“Zeden.”Her voice stopped me mid-step.I turned slowly, my eyes narrowing. Did I just hear her call me by my name like we were fucking equals? Like she had any right to say it so casually?Skyla must have seen the storm on my face because she stammered immediately. “I—I’m sorry. It’s just… Amber calls you by your name all the time, so I thought… it was the right thing to call you too.”I stared at her for a long second, letting the silence stretch until it became uncomfortable. “Every other person in this house calls me Don. I think that should be more than applicable to you as well.”She dropped her gaze instantly. “I’m sor
Amber.I walked behind Zeden, heels clicking unevenly on the concrete floor.Rukov and Roberto flanked us like shadows, silent and watchful, bodies angled slightly forward as if ready to catch bullets meant for us.Their eyes scanned every corner of the dim space, hands hovering near concealed
Amber.A few minutes passed while Zeden stood by the door.His arms are crossed, eyes locked on me with that quiet, burning patience that always made my skin prickle.He didn’t rush me.He just waited, watching every movement as I pulled on the new clothes we’d barely had time to pay for.A black sh
Amber.His free hand cracked down on my ass, sharp, stinging.I screamed, my pussy clamping down so hard he groaned.“Again,” I begged. “Please, mark me.”He spanked me harder, left cheek, right cheek, over and over until my skin burned bright red.Each slap drove me higher, made me wetter, made
Amber. My legs carried me forward before my brain could catch up and scream no. It was like my body had already signed the contract—eager, shameless, addicted to every twisted command he threw at me. I wanted the mess. The humiliation. The way it made my pulse hammer between my thighs. I want







