Se connecterAmber. Then he came so hard right into my mouth, holding my head firmly in place as thick, hot pulses filled me. I swallowed every drop, throat working around him while soft, needy sounds vibrated from my chest. When he finally eased his grip, I licked him clean, slow and thorough, tongue tracing every inch until he was glistening and twitching from overstimulation. Completely spent, I collapsed forward, resting my head against his stomach. Every bone in my body felt weak, heavy with exhaustion and the lingering aftershocks of pleasure. His skin was warm under my cheek, his breathing still ragged as his fingers loosened in my hair, stroking absently. For a few precious seconds, the world narrowed to just us — sweat, sex, and the steady thump of his heartbeat. Then reality crept back in, sharp and guilt-ridden. I had come upstairs to change and relieve Daya. I had left my baby with her for far too long while I was up here, taking the cock of a man who claimed he didn’t
Amber. We were both gasping, our chests heaving as we lay tangled on the floor. Sweat slicked our skin, the air thick with the scent of sex and need. I turned onto my side, inching closer until my body pressed against his. My lips found his heated chest, kissing every inch of warm, firm skin. I lingered over his nipples, my tongue flicking across one, then the other, feeling them harden under my mouth. He didn’t stop me. Instead his fingers slid into my hair, fisting tight as I moved. I climbed on top of him, straddling his waist for a moment before sliding lower. My kisses trailed down his stomach, slow and deliberate, tasting the salt on his skin. Lower still, until I reached the sharp cut of his hips and the dark trail leading down. I slid further down his body, settling between his spread thighs. His cock was still hard, thick and glistening from how wet I’d been. I wrapped my hand around the base, feeling it twitch at my touch. I leaned in, pressing a sof
Amber. “Yes!” I almost cried it out, the word breaking on a sob. “I’d let you do whatever you want with my body. I’d let you do anything, Zeden. I’d let you make love to me… I’d let you stab my chest if it meant you’d stay. Anything…”I rose higher on my tiptoes, crashing my mouth against his. Despite the tears streaming down my cheeks, I kissed him like he was air and I was drowning. “I’d let you do anything,” I murmured into his mouth between desperate presses of my lips. “Because you’re my husband. And I love you. I love you so much it makes me lose my mind.”I kissed every inch of his face — his jaw, his cheekbones, the bridge of his nose where the bandage used to be, now gone, leaving his eyes exposed and dark and unseeing. He held still for a heartbeat, then his hands came up suddenly, cupping my head as he kissed me back. Hard. Hungry. Like he was starving for me too.He scooped me up in one fluid motion. My legs wrapped around his waist instantly, ankles locking behind h
Amber. Even with his dead eyes, he kissed me like he still owned every inch of my soul. And the only thing I could think about in that moment was how it felt to be touched again by the one man who had completely ruined me for anyone else.God.His mouth was rough, demanding, claiming — like he was punishing me and devouring me at the same time. I melted into it before my brain could catch up, a broken whimper slipping out as his tongue pushed past my lips. My hands flew to his bare chest, fingers digging into warm, hard muscle while his arm locked around my waist, pulling me impossibly closer.He walked me backward without breaking the kiss, guiding me until the back of my knees hit the edge of the bed. I fell onto the mattress with a soft gasp, my heart hammering. Zeden didn’t give me time to think. He knelt right there on the floor between my legs, his strong hands gripping my thighs and folding them apart, spreading me wide open for him like I was still his to ruin whenever
Zeden. I exhaled a thick cloud of smoke, watching it curl toward the ceiling like it could carry away some of this fucking frustration.“But then…” I continued, voice low. “I know it’ll go exactly how I planned. Keep eyes on those maids. Every single one. Feed me back on whatever shit is happening. Do you understand?”“Yes, boss.” Rukov turned to leave but stopped at the door. “I hope she doesn’t find out that you know exactly what you’re doing. I think it’s too much for her.”He walked out before I could reply.I sat there for another hour, smoking through most of the pack Rukov had brought, chain-lighting one after another until the room reeked of tobacco. I stood by the window the whole time, my ears straining for the sound of her car returning. The blindness made everything louder — every distant engine, every voice, every small cry from downstairs that might be Yulia. Waiting felt like another form of torture.Eventually I couldn’t take it anymore. I grabbed the tapping stic
Zeden. “There’s a fucking spy in my house, Rukov.” I took a long, slow drag from the cigarette, letting the smoke burn my lungs before exhaling it toward the ceiling. The nicotine did nothing to dull the fire in my eyes, but it sharpened the edges of my thoughts. Rukov stood near the window, still processing, confusion thick in his silence. I could feel it rolling off him.“If there’s a spy among the boys, then we do what we usually do — bait them. Put them in a test,” he suggested finally. “But what has the spy got to do with the whole act toward Amber then?”“That’s the point.” I paced slowly, tapping stick clicking against the floor with every step. “It’s not among the boys. It’s one of those lowly goddamn maids. I just can’t pick out which one yet. And I can’t start torturing them one by one while Amber’s hovering around like a fucking guardian angel. One silly disadvantage of getting stuck with someone so opposite of me.” I hissed the last words, throwing the smoked-out ciga
Zeden.My hands twitched at my sides. Enzo still hadn’t taken his fucking arm off Amber. And she just stood there—fuming, yes, but letting him touch her. Letting him drape himself around her like he had any right. While I stood right in front of them.Was she testing me?Was she trying to see h
Zeden.It was a fucking stupid idea to come down here for breakfast.I hadn’t even planned on it. I was already halfway to the warehouse to check if the crew had finished wrapping the packages properly. Then I saw her.Amber.On her knees, scrubbing the floor. That short maid uniform did nothing
Amber.Oh my God, I was a slut.A fucking bitch in heat.A shameless whore.Dignity? What dignity? It had evaporated somewhere between Zeden’s hands and the way my body kept betraying me.My mouth hung open, breaths coming in hard, uneven gasps.I tried to swallow, but my throat felt thick and u
Amber.I was kneeling on the dining room floor, scrubbing like my life depended on it.The new maid uniform Daya had brought me felt stiff and foreign against my skin.I was sure Zeden had sent her to replace the torn one from yesterday.This life wasn’t living. Being a maid here meant selling e







