Se connecterI got out of his room and went to my study to get a drink. I couldn't stay in that room any longer as the doctors inspected his body like he wasn't even alive anymore. Their hands moved clinically over his broken form, murmuring to each other in hushed, indifferent tones. It made my skin crawl. He was not yet a corpse but still, I was afraid.After having a single drink, I stopped. Drinking made me irrational, and monstrous. The last time I gave in to the bottle, I broke a man’s jaw for speaking out of turn. I went to the bathroom and took a shower, washing his blood off my body. This was the first time I hated the sight of blood covering my hands. It belonged to him. It was his innocent blood. No matter how hard I scrubbed, it felt like it seeped into my skin, like guilt.After six fucking hours or so, our family's doctor knocked on my study and told me that he had mild cranial trauma, two broken ribs, a nose injury, and a dislocated jaw. They had sedated him heavily and he won't be
The heat between us was unbearable.I could feel him hard, heavy, hot against me. My cock throbbed in response, aching now. Desperate.He rolled me onto my back, mouth never leaving mine as he settled between my legs. The grind of his hips against mine sent a jolt of raw pleasure through me, and I arched into him, panting now.“Fuck,” I whispered. “Please…”His hand slid down between us, fingers wrapping around both of us my cock and his, stroking us together. The slick drag of his hand made me cry out, hips jerking. It was too much. Not enough.“God, you feel good,” he murmured against my neck. His teeth grazed the skin there, followed by his tongue. I was trembling.I reached for the nightstand blindly, fingers fumbling until I found the lube. When I pressed it into his hand, our eyes met. I didn’t have to say it.He already knew.He kissed me soft, almost reverent before sliding down between my legs. I spread them willingly, wantonly. I wasn’t shy. Not anymore. Not with him.His sl
How many hours have we been in this position? Two?No... Three hours?The room was a haze of sweat and sex, the air so thick with heat and musk it clung to my skin like another layer. My body trembled with overstimulation, my muscles aching, stretched to their limit. My head felt heavy as I moaned out loudly from climaxing again as Alessandro slapped my ass for the hundredth time in the night, the sharp crack echoing through the room, each one leaving me hot and sore, raw and branded. Every slap drove me even more hungry for him, despite the way my limbs quivered and my throat was hoarse from moaning his name.Alessandro had shown me no mercy in the bedroom, and I could honestly say he was too much man for me too strong, too relentless, too unyielding. His hold on me never loosened, his thrusts never slowed, his eyes never left mine. And somehow, through all of it, he still found ways to assure me that this was real. That he was here. That he loved me.He whispered it with every bruis
As soon as we entered in the car, I leaned back in my seat, the stiff leather pressing against my spine as I exhaled a slow, heavy sigh. My right hand came up to my face, fingers dragging wearily over my skin as if I could scrub away everything that was stressing me. “Well,” I murmured, voice low and tired, “it shocked me.”I turned my head, eyes settling on Alessandro. He sat still rigid, composed, the very image of control. His face was unreadable, carved into something impassive, almost cold. No flicker of emotion, no guilt, no apology. Just silence.“I had no idea I was going to meet Leah,” I said again, the words leaving my mouth with a bitter edge I hadn’t intended but didn’t regret either.Alessandro finally looked at me then.“I had to prove it to you,” he said, his voice clipped but calm. “That she was nothing to me.”"Huh! I now know, but..."I didn’t even get to finish the sentence.In a sudden, sharp movement, Alessandro surged forward and grabbed me , one hand curling fir
“Alessandro…” I started, my voice barely a thread. “This isn’t the place to have se....”“Okay you’re insane to think that I will kneel down and let you have sex with me here,” I choked out, trembling, trying to mask the way his words made my knees weak.He didn’t reply immediately but his eyes were locked on mine, unblinking, dark, and hungry. There was no amusement in his expression now. No trace of the teasing smirk that sometimes softened the sharp edges of his dominance. This wasn’t playful. This was possession, laid bare. Raw. Unyielding.He later leaned in further, his voice dropping to something low and dangerous. “You think I care who sees? Let them. Let them fucking know who you belong to.”My entire body flushed hot. Shame curled in my gut, tangled with something darker, something I didn’t want to name. My fingers tightened around the seatbelt, a white-knuckled grip that grounded me.I wanted to scream at him. I wanted to shove him away, crawl out of the car, slam the door,
He came out of the closet three minutes later in different clothes and went the other way. The security guy followed his trail, switching between camera angles as he walked out of the studio.He cut to the camera that was on the entrance door. He walked then later paused on the door. He stood there for a pretty long time, probably talking to someone."Who the fuck was he talking to?",I looked at the security guy, motioning sharply with my chin. “Switch to the entrance door”Steven cleared his throat , hesitation crawling up his spine. "Don Alessandro, all the security cameras that show that side were damaged last night. We haven't had the time to replace them yet, we don't have the next footage."Silence filled the surveillance room like smoke, heavy, choking, and impossible to ignore.“Damaged?” My voice dropped low and colder. “Yes, sir", Steven swallowed"Did he come back inside the studio after?" I asked through gritted teeth."No..." Steven answered, "Only his other bag was foun
"Know where you belong, am not a whore like you," Finding it unbearable to control my anger, the words furiously escaped out of my mouth, sharp and biting like a dagger aimed straight at her heart. My voice trembled with rage, every syllable a strike fueled by all the humiliation I’d endured. The b
The moment I stormed into my room, all the anger boiling inside me like a raging fire, I went straight to the bed without a second thought. My limbs felt heavy with frustration, my chest tight with fury.Jackie really wanted to provoke the beast inside me. If it wasn’t for her Alpha stepping in to
Aurora's POVThe heavy clang of the dungeon gate echoed like a death knell, reverberating through my bones long after the guards' footsteps faded. The sound sealed me in, cutting me off from the last thread of light that had slipped through the corridor behind me. My breath caught, my pulse racing
The prison cart jolted forward on its final stretch toward the castle, the iron wheels groaning against the stones. I sat shackled inside a cage, wrists and ankles bruised from the cold bite of chains. My dress, the one I had worn as a bride only hours ago was now dirtied and torn, smeared with swe







