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The convoy rolled through massive iron gates just as the sun dipped below the horizon. I pressed my face closer to the tinted window, eyes widening. The estate was enormous — a sprawling modern mansion surrounded by perfectly manicured grounds, tall trees, and what looked like private woods. Lights glowed from every window, and I counted at least four armed guards patrolling near the entrance. Adrian watched me silently, one arm resting along the back of the seat. “Welcome home, Bella.” I didn’t answer. My stomach was in knots as the car stopped and he helped me out, his large hand firm on my lower back. Bodyguards flanked us as we walked inside. The interior was just as intimidating — high ceilings, dark marble floors, expensive art on the walls. Everything screamed power and money. We climbed a wide staircase and he led me down a long hallway to a set of double doors. Our bedroom.
“You can’t be serious,” I said, my voice cracking as I pointed at the man standing beside my father. “You’re literally selling me off to a stranger?” My father wouldn’t even look at me. He kept his eyes on the floor of our faded living room, shoulders slumped like the weight of every bad decision he’d ever made had finally crushed him. My mother stood behind him, silent, twisting her hands together. The stranger — Adrian De Luca — watched me with calm, terrifying patience. He was enormous. Six-foot-six of pure, tailored power. Broad shoulders strained against his black suit, tattoos peeking from the cuffs and collar like dark secrets he didn’t bother hiding. His face was brutally handsome, sharp jaw, straight nose, and eyes so dark they looked black. Killer eyes. The kind that promised you’d never escape once they locked onto you. He didn’t speak. He just studied me like I was something he’d already bought and paid for. “Bella,” my
(Alex POV) I couldn’t fucking sleep. Every time I closed my eyes I saw her — bent over my kitchen counter, riding my son’s cock while staring straight at me like she wished it was mine. The way that sheer nightie clung to her body when she walked past my room earlier. The way she moaned my name under her breath when Jax fucked her. My cock was painfully hard again. I gave up trying to ignore it, pulled on gray sweatpants, and headed to the kitchen for water. That’s when I heard the soft pad of bare feet. Sia. She was at the sink in that tiny sheer black nightie Jax must have picked out for her. The fabric was basically transparent under the fridge light. Her full tits moved freely, dark nipples stiff against the material. The hem barely covered the lower curve of her ass. No panties. She leaned forward to fill a glass, and the nightie rode up completely, showing her bare, still-swollen pussy. I didn’t think. I just moved. My hand cracked hard across her ass. “Ouch!”
Jax was already fast asleep, snoring softly beside me, one arm thrown over my waist. The room was dark and quiet except for the low hum of the air conditioner. I lay there for a while, staring at the ceiling, my body still buzzing from everything that had happened during the day. Thirst clawed at my throat. I slipped out of bed carefully, not wanting to wake him. Jax had made sure I took off his father’s white button-down before we went to sleep. Now I wore a sheer black nightie that barely reached the top of my thighs. The fabric was practically see-through, my nipples clearly visible, the hem brushing against my bare pussy with every step. I padded quietly to the kitchen, the cool tiles cold under my feet. I opened the fridge for a bottle of water and leaned over the sink to fill a glass. A firm hand cracked across my ass without warning. “Ouch!” I gasped, spinning around. Alex stood t
Alex didn’t let me rest long. He scooped me up from the bed, my body still trembling from the chains and the brutal fucking, and carried me to his bathroom. The shower head turned on with a hiss, hot water pouring down in a steady stream. Steam filled the room quickly. He set me on my feet under the spray. We were both naked. The heat of the water hit my breasts first, making my sensitive nipples tighten instantly. I moaned softly, tilting my head back. Alex stepped in behind me, his big hands grabbing my waist and pulling my back flush against his chest. His cock, already half-hard again, nestled between my ass cheeks. “Ahh… yes,” I breathed. “I love sex, and that wasn’t enough. How about you bend me—” I didn’t finish the sentence. He bent me forward roughly, one strong hand pressing between my shoulder blades. I braced my palms against the wet tile wall as he kicked my legs apart. The
The next morning Jax left early for work, kissing me quickly on the forehead before disappearing out the door. I waited until I heard his car pull away, then slipped into something that left almost nothing to the imagination — a backless black dress so short it barely covered the bottom curve of my ass. No bra. No panties. Just smooth skin and bad intentions. I walked straight to Alex’s room. He was lying on his bed in nothing but gray sweatpants, propped against the headboard, eyes glued to his phone. The moment I stepped inside, I heard it — the unmistakable wet sounds of a woman moaning, getting fucked hard. I smiled, slow and knowing. Alex looked up, startled. His hand froze on his phone. He tried to hide the screen, but it was too late. “No need to be shy,” I said softly, climbing onto the bed and laying my body right on top of his. “I know exactly what you’re watching.” He tensed, hands coming up to push me off. “Sia, get out—” I caught his wrists and pinned them d







