ログインEvelise’s POV.
A week later, I did everything in my power to stay far away from Soren Masuda. It was safer that way. Just because Oran had introduced me as his mother didn’t mean I had to act like one.I avoided every hall he might walk through, every courtyard, every meal. Distance was my only shield.Oran didn’t care in the slightest. He never even asked.Meanwhile, the entire palace buzzed with stories about Soren. Women threw themselves at him shamelesEvelise’s POV.A week later, I did everything in my power to stay far away from Soren Masuda. It was safer that way. Just because Oran had introduced me as his mother didn’t mean I had to act like one. I avoided every hall he might walk through, every courtyard, every meal. Distance was my only shield.Oran didn’t care in the slightest. He never even asked.Meanwhile, the entire palace buzzed with stories about Soren. Women threw themselves at him shamelessly, noblewomen, servants, even a few married court ladies, they were so desperate to be the one warming his bed, easing the tension of war from his body. Yet he turned them away, one after another. Some were banished for trying too hard. The rejection only made the hunger for him grow louder.I told myself it wasn’t my business. I stayed away, like a good little queen.But on that hot afternoon, as I rested in my private garden with my eyes closed and the sun warming
Evelise’s POVTwo years.Two years since I was bound in a political marriage to King Oran Masuda of Nilberry, to seal peace between our conquered kingdoms with my unwilling body and name. Two years of learning to smile through courtly venom, of sleeping beside a man whose touch felt like a treaty rather than affection. And today, the prodigal warrior finally returns.Soren Masuda, Oran’s only son and the kingdom’s most feared weapon, had come home drenched in the blood of my people.I stood at Oran’s right hand on the raised dais of the throne room, my spine straight, my fingers clenched so tightly around the folds of my emerald silk gown. The entire court buzzed with anticipation. Everyone knew the rumours, Prince Soren carried death. One look from him could make seasoned generals falter. His killing aura was said to cling to him.I stole a glance at my husband. I knew him well. He hated his son but more than that, he feared him. That was why, even after the war with my homeland h
MELODY’S POV By the time I woke up properly. Jensen was now the official Chairman of Sweet Nature. Her father had been arrested and locked away for years of documented abuse, not just toward Jensen, but toward Aunt Nora too. The board didn’t even hesitate. They kicked him out immediately and threw their full support behind Jensen. The embezzlement charges were just the final nail in his coffin. I had spent a full week in the hospital. The injury wasn’t life-threatening just a nasty gash and a concussion but the doctors were strict about rest. Jensen brought me back to the penthouse once I was discharged, and both Aunt Nora and my mother stayed to help take care of me. Jensen, however, had been swallowed whole by work. Chairwoman duties, emergency board meetings, damage control. She left early and came back late, always exhausted but still trying to be there for me. It was late now. I had tossed and turned in bed for hours, unable to sleep even though my body desperately needed re
JENSEN’S POV By the time I woke up, the room was dark. Shit. I must have passed out hard. My body felt heavy, drained from hours of fucking and the emotional wreckage of the night before. I reached across the bed instinctively, searching for warmth. Nothing. The sheets were cold. My eyes snapped open. “Mel?” I called, voice still raspy from sleep. Silence. Panic sliced through my chest. I sat up fast, heart already hammering. I grabbed the first shirt and shorts I could find, throwing them on as I moved. The penthouse felt too quiet, too empty. I checked the living room was empty. The kitchen was empty. Every light was off except for a faint glow coming from the closet. “Melody?” I called louder, voice cracking with rising fear. No answer. I found my phone on the nightstand and unlocked it with shaking fingers. That’s when I saw it. A missed call from my father… and an answered one at 3 PM. No. Fuck no. She wouldn’t. I’d told her everything, how violent he coul
MELODY’S POV. Jensen watched my fingers with dark eyes, grunting with every deep stroke. “Such a good fucking girl… touching your clit while I ruin this cunt. You’re so fucking wet it’s dripping down your ass, baby. Keep rubbing. Don’t you dare stop until I tell you to cum.” Jensen suddenly pulled the thick strap-on out of my dripping pussy with a wet pop, leaving me clenching around nothing. “Turn around,” she commanded, voice low and rough. “Get on your fucking hands and knees. I want that ass up while I ruin you from behind.” I whimpered at the loss but obeyed instantly, rolling over and pushing myself up on shaky arms and knees. I arched my back deeply, pushing my ass high in the air like an offering, legs spread wide so she could see everything, my soaked and puffy pussy and my tight hole still twitching from the dildo. Jensen groaned behind me, one hand stroking the cum-slick strap-on. “Fuck, look at you… such a perfect gorgeous slut presenting that beautiful cunt fo
MELODY’S POVJensen slowly pulled the toys out of me, leaving my holes gaping and twitching. I was still panting, dripping, and completely fucked out when her palm cracked hard across my ass.“Fuck!” I cried out sharply, the sting exploding across my skin.She spanked me mercilessly, turning my ass bright red with heavy, possessive slaps. Each one made my cheeks jiggle and sent filthy jolts straight to my throbbing clit.“Look at this slutty ass,” she growled, gripping and spreading my burning cheeks wide. “All red and marked up for me. You love when I beat this fat ass, don’t you?”I whimpered desperately, pushing my ass higher, silently begging for more.Jensen suddenly rolled onto her back, eyes burning with raw hunger. She grabbed my hips roughly and yanked me toward her face.“Get up here, you greedy little whore,” she ordered. “Sit on my face. I want you to ride my tongue until you drown me in that sweet cunt.”







