Masukhat ’s POV I lay back on the bed and spread my legs wide. Then I lifted them and hooked my hands under my thighs, holding myself open so Kai would see everything the second he walked in. He stepped out of the bathroom and stopped. His breath hitched. His cock, which had just spent on my face, started filling again as he looked at me. “Naughty, naughty boy.” My own cock jumped and leaked a clear string onto my stomach. He came close, reached down, and pushed his index finger straight into my hole. No warning. Just the slow slide until it was buried. “See how this cunt swallows me. I bet you want more.” He didn’t wait for an answer. A second finger joined the first. I moaned at the stretch. Then he curled it hitting my pleasure spot then pulled both out in one sharp motion and left me empty. I whined before I could stop it. “Don’t think you’re getting it easy,” he said. “First you give me a show. Fingers in your ass. Then you get mine — tongue, fingers, cock. In that order.” I
Adrian put the bag on the chair. “Clothes are in there.” Ren nodded and pulled the curtain around the bed. Ayesha was already half out of it, eyes heavy. He helped her sit up, got the hospital gown off, and worked the soft T-shirt over her head. She hissed once when her shoulder pulled. He waited, then got her arms through. The boxers were next, then the sweatpants. He tied the drawstring loose so nothing sat on a bruise. By the time he pulled the blanket back up she was sinking again. Adrian took the chair beside the bed and stayed quiet. A few minutes later Ayesha spoke without really opening her eyes. “Read something.” Adrian glanced at Ren. Ren understood and stepped out into the corridor. Kai was exactly where Ren had left him — on one of those hard chairs, leaning forward, watching the hall. Ren walked over and sat across his lap. His arms went around Kai’s neck. He ran his thumb along Kai’s jaw, feeling how tight it was. “Thank you,” Ren said. “For staying. Fo
Third Person Adrian walked out of the private room with his face set and his eyes red. Kai had known him for years. He had seen Adrian angry, exhausted, cold, and lethal. He had never seen him like this — stripped down to something raw and barely held together. Without a word Kai stepped forward and pulled him into a hard hug, one hand firm between his shoulder blades. “She’s not well, Kai,” Adrian said against his shoulder. “She’s not.” “She’ll be okay. You’ll help guide her. She has us.” Ren joined them a second later, arms wrapping around both of them, tears already falling. “I didn’t even know she was suffering. She knew everything about me. Every secret. And I didn’t know.” “It’s okay, Ren.” Adrian’s voice was rough but steady. “Don’t beat yourself up. She’ll feel worse if you do.” Reya came out last, crying without any attempt to hide it. Ren went straight to her. She held on to him tightly. “I hope she doesn’t scar,” Ren whispered. “She already had old marks. How did s
The moment the car stopped under the private hospital entrance, Adrian opened the rear door and tried to help Ayesha stand. Her legs would not hold her. A low groan tore out of her as weight settled on her scraped knee and the deeper bruises along her ribs. Adrian stilled at the sound, apologized under his breath, and lifted her fully into his arms.Tears filled her eyes at the movement. Everywhere hurt.Ren had already called ahead on Kai’s phone. By the time they reached the private wing a nurse was waiting with a gurney, but Ayesha only turned her face into Adrian’s shoulder and refused to be set down. He carried her the rest of the way into the room. She kept a fist closed in the fabric of his shirt the entire time, mumbling soft, broken sounds that never quite became words.When the doctor stepped forward she shrank back hard, shaking her head.“They need to see the extent of the injuries,” Adrian said quietly, still holding her. “They have to undress you enough to treat you. I’m
Third PersonRen had finally given in to exhaustion.He had been awake for most of the last two days, calling, pacing, refusing food, and only agreed to close his eyes when Kai promised they would keep working. He left his phone on the desk in Kai’s office and stretched out on the living-room sofa. Within minutes he was under.Adrian rose later to retrieve a file from the same office. Ren’s phone sat face-up near the edge of the desk. The screen was lit. A live location alert pulsed at the top of the notifications. Below it, a string of missed calls from a contact saved as BG4L.Baby girl for life.Adrian’s stomach dropped. He snatched the phone and walked straight back into the living room.“Ren. Wake up.”Ren stirred, confused, then saw the phone in Adrian’s hand and the expression on his face. He sat up hard.“Someone’s been calling you,” Adrian said. “Recently. The number is saved as BG4L.”Ren’s eyes went wide. He grabbed the phone. The missed-call list confirmed it. Ayesha. Mult
Third PersonThe moment they stepped inside the apartment, Malik turned and backhanded her.The blow snapped her head to the side. Pain flared across her cheekbone. Tears sprang to her eyes before she could stop them.“Look at you,” he said, voice low and ugly. “Eating like a pig. Couldn’t you have said no?”“I hadn’t eaten in more than a day,” she got out.“And so what? You had water.”He grabbed her by the braids and dragged her toward the stairs. She stumbled, bare feet slipping on the steps, scalp burning under his grip. At the top he shoved her into the bedroom hard enough that she hit the edge of the bed and went down. Her already-scraped knee screamed. He was on her in seconds — ripping at her clothes, shouting that she needed to remember her place, that this weekend would teach her what happened when she ran.The belt came off his waist with a sharp hiss of leather.The first strike landed across her shoulder. The second across her back. She screamed and tried to crawl away. H







