LOGINElena POV The text from my mother came just after midnight.Landing at 8 a.m. Be home by nine.I stared at the glowing screen until the words blurred. Julian took the phone from my hand, he read it, and set it face-down on the nightstand. His expression didn’t change, but something in his eyes went darker.“One more night,” he said.That was all.He pushed me against the wall in the hallway and fucked me standing, one hand under my thigh, the other braced beside my head. Every thrust was deep and punishing. I clawed at his shoulders and moaned into his mouth while he bit down on the side of my neck hard enough to leave a mark I would have to hide tomorrow. He held me up and kept going until I was sobbing his name and dripping down my thighs.We barely made it to the bedroom. He put me on my hands and knees on the floor and took me from behind, one fist in my hair, the other spanning my hip. The rug burned my knees. I didn’t care. I pushed back to meet every stroke, groaning low as
Elena POV The next two days blurred into one long, filthy fever dream.Julian didn’t ask anymore. He decided. When I ate. Where I sat. Whether I was allowed to touch myself. The first morning after he fingered me in the laundry room he found me in the kitchen and simply said, “Hands on the counter. Don’t move.”I obeyed.He stood behind me, pulled my sleep shorts down, and ate my pussy from behind until my legs shook. Only then did he let me turn around. He kissed the taste of me into my mouth and told me, “That’s how you start every day now. Understand?”I understood.By the second afternoon he had his leather belt looped around my wrists. He bent me over the dining table, arms stretched in front of me, and dropped to his knees. His mouth was relentless. Tongue flat, slow, then pointed and cruel against my clit. Two thick fingers fucking into me while he sucked. I came so hard I saw white, sobbing his name into the wood. He didn’t stop. He kept licking me through the aftershocks
Elena POV I woke up the next morning to silence. Sunlight leaked through the curtains, but the power was still out and my mother’s car still wasn’t in the driveway. She had texted late last night. Another delay. Two more days at least.I tried to stay in my room. I showered in cold water, dressed in the first clothes I grabbed, and told myself I would keep my distance. Pretend last night never happened. Pretend I hadn’t stood between his knees and watched him cum all over himself while staring at me.It lasted until I went downstairs to put a load of towels in the laundry.He found me there.The second the dryer door clicked shut he stepped into the small room and closed the door behind him. The click of the lock was soft but final. He didn’t crowd me right away. He just leaned against the door and looked at me.“You’re avoiding me.”“I’m doing laundry.”“Elena.”I turned around. He was already closer. One step and I was backed against the warm dryer, his hand braced on the metal b
Elena POV I woke up to the sound of rain still hammering the roof and the house still dead quiet. No power. No mother. Just him somewhere downstairs. I stayed in bed as long as I could, cheeks burning every time I remembered the way I had touched myself last night with his name in my mouth. When I finally forced myself downstairs, he was already in the kitchen, standing at the counter in a black T-shirt and the same dark sweatpants. Candlelight flickered across his face. He looked up the second I walked in. “Morning, Elena.” “Morning.” I went straight for the fridge like nothing had happened. He didn’t move. He just watched me. “Sleep well?” “Fine.” “Did you do what I told you to do?” My hand froze on the fridge handle. “I don’t know what you mean.” He set his coffee mug down slowly. “Come here.” I stayed where I was. “Elena.” The way he said my name left no room for argument. I walked over until I was standing in front of him. He didn’t touch me. H
Elena POV I stood frozen in the doorway of his study, rain hammering the windows like it wanted to break in. The power had been out for almost an hour. The only light came from the occasional flash of lightning, and that was how I saw him.Julian Vance. My mother’s husband. My stepfather of six months.Standing by the tall window in nothing but dark sweatpants that sat low on his hips. One hand rested against the glass. The other was wrapped loosely around the thick, heavy shape of his cock through the fabric. Even half-hard it looked obscene. Big. Thick. Straining.I should have turned around. I should have pretended I never saw it. Instead I just stared.He turned his head slowly, like he already knew I was there. Dark eyes locked on mine. No surprise. No anger. Just that calm, controlled look he always wore in public, only now it felt sharper.“Elena.”My name in his mouth sounded different in the dark.“I… I was looking for a flashlight,” I whispered.“Were you.”It wasn’t a qu
Ava's POV The doorbell rang at nine in the morning.I was in the kitchen wearing one of Marcus’s shirts underneath a light scarf. Faint bruises from the night before still marked my hips and the insides of my thighs. Marcus was pouring coffee when the sound cut through the house.He set the pot down and looked at me.“Stay quiet. Let me handle it.”I nodded and moved into the hallway where I could still hear but stay out of sight.Marcus opened the front door. A familiar voice carried inside.“Mr. Marcus Hale. I apologize for the early hour. There are final documents regarding the estate that require signatures today. The court wants everything settled by the end of the week.”The family lawyer. Mr. Lang. He had handled Mom’s will and the guardianship papers from the beginning.Marcus stepped aside and let him in. I stayed pressed against the wall, heart racing. The scarf suddenly felt too thin. They moved into the living room. Papers rustled. Marcus’s voice stayed calm and clipped
JEZEBEL My phone would not stop blowing up. Missed calls from my uncle. Texts asking where I was. I tried to play it cool when my uncle called again. "Hey, sorry I missed you. I was out late with friends. Is everything okay?"His voice sounded off. "We need to talk, Lila. In person. Come by my p
JEZEBEL “Hey, baby,” Jax said warmly. “Still feeling me from last night?”I smiled, cheeks heating. “Mhm.”“My place tonight, eight o’clock. Marcus will be here. Wear something easy to take off.”My breath caught. “Jax…”“I got you,” he murmured gently. “We’ll go slow, making sure you feel safe an
JEZEBEL "Dinner at my place tonight. Seven sharp. Do not be late." That was all Jax said. No please, no extra words. Just that deep commanding tone even through a message.I spent the rest of the day distracted, shifting in my chair because I was already getting wet thinking about what he had plan
JEZEBEL “𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 7-𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞.” I sat across from my best friend Sarah on her couch, a half empty bottle of wine between us. "I've known her for sucking a ridiculous amount of dicks







