LOGINZeden. 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
Zeden. I hate her.Everything about Skyla reeks of rot and cheap ambition. The way she smiles too sweetly, the way her eyes slide over everything like she’s already calculating what she can take. She doesn’t belong anywhere near this house, near Amber, near Zam, near the life I’ve carved out.Two days and I’m already fighting the urge to drag her out by her messy brown hair and dump her back on the street where she crawled from.Amber won’t listen. Of course she won’t. My wife has this soft, stubborn heart that keeps trying to see good in people who only know how to bite the hand that feeds them. I warned her. I fucking warned her. But here we are—Skyla sleeping under my roof, breathing my air, smiling at my wife like she didn’t once help sell her own sister off.I stood in the middle of the warehouse, arms crossed, watching my men seal boxes of product. At least I was supposed to be watching. My mind kept drifting back to the mansion, to the way Skyla had looked at me thi
Amber. I had slipped into a soft silk nightdress when I finally glanced at the clock. Almost midnight, and Zeden still wasn’t back. The house felt too quiet, too empty without his heavy presence. I couldn’t just lie there staring at the ceiling, so I padded down the hallway to Zam’s room.She was fast asleep, curled up with her favorite teddy bear tucked under her chin. I sat on the edge of her bed for a while, watching the gentle rise and fall of her chest, letting the sight of her calm the storm still churning inside me. Then I heard it.The low rumble of Zeden’s car pulling up outside.I hurried downstairs, my heart beating faster. The moment I reached the foyer, the front door opened and Zeden stepped inside with Skyla right behind him.Even in the dim glow of the sitting room lights, I could see how pale she looked. Her brown hair—exactly like our father’s—was tangled and messy, streaks of dirt smudged across her cheeks and clothes. She seemed smaller than I remembered,
Amber. I still hadn’t said a single word.The phone stayed pressed to my ear while my mind spun in dizzy circles. What was I even supposed to say to Skyla? My little sister—the same girl who hated me so deeply she’d helped our father sell me off to a man like Zeden. A man who eventually became the center of my entire world, the one I couldn’t breathe without, the one I loved with every messy, broken piece of me.Was I supposed to call that hatred a blessing now? Some twisted gift that led me straight into his arms?Damn it.Skyla kept talking, her voice small and shaky on the other end, but I stayed silent, trying to wrap my head around how the hell she’d even gotten my number. Why was she calling me at all? Shouldn’t she still be with our father, living whatever comfortable lie they’d built after trading me away?“Amber, I’m asking you—who the fuck is on the phone that’s got you frozen like this?” Zeden’s voice sharpened, cutting through my thoughts. He sat up fully now, re
Amber. He flipped us in one smooth move, pinning me beneath him without pulling out. Then he started fucking me in earnest—deep, punishing thrusts that made the bed creak. Each slam of his hips drove his cock to the hilt, the wet slap of skin echoing louder.“Fuck… you’re still cumming,” he groaned, feeling my pussy pulse around him. “So tight… so wet… taking me so well.”He hooked one of my legs over his shoulder, changing the angle so he could pound even deeper. The new position made me see stars. I could only moan and clutch at his back, lost in the relentless rhythm of his cock driving into me.His pace grew erratic, hips snapping harder, breaths coming in rough pants. “I’m close… gonna fill this pretty pussy up.”“Yes—please—cum inside me,” I begged, voice hoarse.With a deep, broken groan he buried himself to the root and came hard.His cock pulsing as he spilled inside me. I felt every hot spurt, my walls milking him through it until he collapsed on top of me, both of u
Zeden. I stood under the dim light of my bedroom, right in front of the full-length mirror, a cigarette pinched between my fingers. Steam still clung to my skin from the shower, tiny droplets tracing lazy paths down my chest, over the dragon ink that coiled across my ribs and disappeared behind
Amber.The last name broke on a sob. Fresh tears burned my eyes again. Mom pulled me back into her arms without a word, one hand stroking my back in slow, steady circles while the other cradled the back of my head like I was still small enough to fit against her chest without effort.“I know,” s
Amber.I was putting together what form of slavery this really was. It went far beyond anything I’d imagined. I couldn’t wrap my head around being used like this—so completely, so brutally—while my own body responded with greedy shockwaves, craving more of the same destruction. Every nerve li
Zeden.I knew exactly what I was doing. Every single second of it. I’d locked away whatever tiny part of me might have felt regret, guilt, anything human. I told myself it was right. Necessary. She’d pushed too far this time. She’d spoken to Enzo Rossi—of all fucking people. That bastard h







