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His Claim (II)
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Deep Inside (Erotica short story collections) His Claim (II)
Patrick didn’t let her go.Not that night. Not the next morning.And certainly not after the way she moaned his name with her back arched, legs trembling, soaked around his cock as if she was made to be filled by him.He'd told himself it would be once.A single mistake. A weakness.But the feel of her still haunted his fingertips.She slept in his bed now, her small, soft body curled against his bare chest like she belonged to him. Her scent was already in his sheets, under his skin, locked in his blood.He hadn’t even marked her yet, and already, she was his.Every time she stirred in the night, his cock responded.Hard. Needy. Ready.He tried to resist. But the beast in him, the one that had been locked in iron for years, was wide awake now. Starving.And she was the only thing that satisfied it.Chalette woke to the sound of metal scraping against stone.Patrick stood at the edge of the room, naked, dragging a massive iron bolt across the door.Locking it.Her thighs clenched inst
Deep Inside (Erotica short story collections) His Claim (I)
The first time Chalette Kadim saw him, he was standing in the courtyard beneath a blood-soaked moon, bare-chested and glistening with sweat from the forge, hammer in hand.Patrick Allen.Her guardian. Her warden. Her curse.He was supposed to be a myth. A half-shadow man who’d ruled the iron hills for centuries, exiled from the royal court for crimes no one would speak of. And yet here he was, alive, carved from stone and fire, every part of him dangerous.She had been sent to him as punishment.“Keep her until the season changes,” the King had ordered. “Break her spirit. Then send her back.”He didn’t ask questions. He never did. He only stared, long and hard, before turning away with a mutter of disinterest.But Chalette knew what she saw in that look, curiosity, hunger.And she was starving, too....The manor was all cold corridors and locked doors, save for the forge where Patrick worked shirtless through the night, the sound of steel shaping steel echoing into her dreams. She
Deep Inside (Erotica short story collections) The Butler’s Eyes (II)
flashbacks Jia Juno was sixteen when their parents married.Kai was nineteen, already under the thumb of the Juno crime syndicate, already blooded, already breaking ribs for information in the marble basements below the estate.He knew it the moment he saw her.The moment she glided barefoot into the room, eyes like lit coals, hair a dark spill over a lace nightgown too sheer for decency.She had no shame.And he had no salvation.He called her “sister” once.Only once.She slapped him.“You’re not my fucking brother,” she said. “So don’t say it like you are.”And just like that something inside him snapped.No. Not snapped.Awakened.That night, Kai watched her through the narrow slit between her door and the hallway shadows. She always left it cracked open, careless in her innocence or maybe intentional in her defiance.She slept naked.He learned that fast.She never used a blanket either, just curled sideways, the curve of her ass peeking from under her sheet, a hand tucked betwe
Deep Inside (Erotica short story collections) The Butler’s Eyes (I)
The smell of clove cigarettes and burning incense lingered in the grand marble foyer as Jia Juno descended the spiral staircase of the Juno estate. She wore nothing but a silk kimono, one slit high on the thigh, the other side loosely tied at the waist. It was almost intentional.Everything she did around him was… intentional.He stood by the front door again, just like he always did. Kai Kaiser. Her stepbrother. Her father's newly appointed butler, freshly returned from Rome after four years in exile. She had begged for him to be sent away once. Now she hated that he left.And hated more how much she'd wanted him back.Kai didn’t look up at her at first, but she could feel his stare. It clung to her calves, crawled along the curve of her thigh, settled between her legs like a ghostly hand.She could smell his cologne, something musky, dark, ruinous.And she loved it."You always forget to tie it tighter," he said, voice low like black velvet rubbed the wrong way.Her bare feet touche
Deep Inside (Erotica short story collections) Thirst (IV)
Thalia's POV I awoke to silence.Silk sheets clung to my bare skin. The scent of sex, blood, and heat still lingered in the air. But the warmth was gone.So was Lucien.And something was… different.I sat up slowly, my muscles moving with unnatural grace. I blinked, and suddenly I could see everything, sharper, brighter, cruelly beautiful. The texture of the velvet curtain. The grain in the stone walls. The pulse of a spider crawling across the ceiling.But it wasn’t the world that had changed.It was me.I drew a breath, and it felt like swallowing thunder. Energy vibrated through my veins like lightning. I heard footsteps ten floors below me. I smelled perfume in the garden, jasmine and lilies. And I heard it.A heartbeat.Not mine.Because mine was gone.I swung my legs over the edge of the bed, still naked. My thighs ached. My neck throbbed. But there was no pain. Only pressure. Hunger.A deep, aching void in my chest.And it pulsed with one name.Lucien.The door opened. I didn’
Deep Inside (Erotica short story collections) Thirst (III)
Lucien had kept me locked in his penthouse for three days.Three days of silk sheets soaked in sweat, blood, and seed.Three days of being used, worshipped, and bitten until my throat was littered with bruised kiss-marks and half-healed punctures.Three days of his voice whispering wicked things against my skin while he split me open on his cock again and again.And I was still begging for more.I was stretched across his massive bed, arms pinned above my head with one of his silk ties, legs spread wide by his knees. Lucien’s eyes were wild silver, strands of dark hair clinging to his damp forehead as he loomed over me, cock glistening with my slick.“You’ve taken me six times today,” he said, voice husky with hunger. “You’re trembling, Thalia. Crying. And yet your cunt’s still begging to be bred.”I whimpered, arching. “Please, Lucien—don’t stop—don’t ever stop—”“Don’t worry, little pet,” he growled. “I won’t stop until you can’t remember what it’s like not to have my cock inside yo
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