LOGINJessica's POVHe was in my doorway at two in the morning.Shirtless. Bare feet. Eyes dark in the low light from the hallway. He didn’t knock. Just stood there with one hand on the frame like he owned the right to be exactly where he was.“I heard you,” he said, voice low and rough. “Trying to stay quiet.”My heart slammed hard.“I heard you fingering yourself between your legs under the covers, biting your lips.”“You must be thinking about the weight of my cock in my hand under the shower spray.”Kane stepped inside and shut the door behind him without a sound.“You shouldn’t be in here,” I whispered.“I know.” He crossed the room slowly. “Doesn’t change the fact that I am.”☾𖤓☽ ───────── ☾𖤓☽Days had stretched between that first confrontation and this moment. Days of deliberate avoidance that only made everything worse. We passed each other in the hallway without speaking. Shared the kitchen in silence that felt thick enough to choke on. At dinner he sat too close. His knee bru
Jessica's POV I walked into the bathroom without knocking.Steam hit my face first. Then I saw him.My stepbrother stood under the spray, one hand braced on the tile, the other wrapped tight around his cock. He was thick, hard, and moving slowly like he had all the time in the world. Water ran down the sharp lines of his stomach and over the hand working himself. His head was tipped back at first. Then he turned.Our eyes locked through the steam.He didn’t stop. Didn’t cover up. Didn’t even flinch. He just kept stroking, slower now, watching me watch him. His jaw was tight. His breathing stayed steady. Like this was nothing. Like I was the one who had walked into something I already knew was happening.I should have shut the door and pretended I never saw a thing. Instead I stood there, pulse hammering in my throat, staring at the way his fist moved over the flushed head of his cock. A low sound left him. Not quite a groan. “Are you going to stand there the whole time?” His voic
Elena 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
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 The next afternoon I could not stop thinking about him. My mind was still aching from the night before. I grabbed the old toolbox my uncle had left at our last family thing and used it as my excuse. I texted Jax quickly. "Hey, dropping off something for uncle at your place. You home?" He







