LOGINDmitri pulled out of me slowly, his thick cock sliding from my ruined pussy with a wet, obscene sound. Thick ropes of his cum leaked down my thighs, dripping onto the green felt of the pool table. I was shaking, breathing hard, my body still pulsing from the violent orgasm he’d forced out of me in front of all his men. I tried to drag my skirt down, desperate to cover myself, to hide the evidence of what he’d done. My hands trembled as I reached for the hem. He stopped me. His big hand caught my wrist, pinning it to the table. The other hand slid up my thigh, slow and possessive, spreading the mess of his cum across my skin like he was marking territory. “We’re done here,” I whispered, voice hoarse, meeting his eyes. A dark chuckle rumbled from his chest. “None, printsessa. I’m the only one who gets to say when we’re done.” He leaned over me, caging me with his powerful b
My back hit the green felt of the pool table with a soft thud that echoed through the silent clubhouse. Dmitri’s hand was still fisted in my hair, holding me in place as he loomed over me like a god of ruin. The bright overhead lights burned down on my exposed skin, illuminating every humiliating detail for his men. Dozens of eyes watched. Hungry. Waiting. The air was thick with smoke, whiskey, and raw masculine anticipation. “Please,” I whispered, voice cracking. “Not here. Not like this. My brother” Dmitri’s grip tightened in my hair, yanking my head back until I gasped. His other hand shoved my dress up to my waist, tearing my panties off in one brutal motion. Cool air hit my bare, already slick pussy and I shivered violently. “Your brother lives only because I allow it,” he growled against my ear, loud enough for the room to hear. “One more word of defiance and I’ll have his fingers sent to you in a
I should have kept my mouth shut. But the words flew out before I could stop them, sharp as a blade in the smoky, testosterone filled air of the Viper’s Den. “Touch me again and I’ll cut your balls off and feed them to your dogs, you pathetic piece of shit.” The entire clubhouse went dead silent. Dozens of dangerous men in leather and tattoos turned to stare at me. I stood in the middle of the room, heart slamming against my ribs, chin lifted in defiance even as fear coiled tight in my stomach. I had come here for my brother the idiot who owed money to the wrong people but what I found was Dmitri Morozov himself. The most feared man in the city. He rose from his throne like chair at the center of the room like a predator waking from slumber. Six-foot-four of pure, lethal power wrapped in a tailored black shirt that strained across his br
The final class of the semester was packed. Professor Crowe’s lecture hall was filled with students scribbling notes, the air thick with tension as everyone prepared for finals. I sat in the front row like he had ordered, wearing the short plaid skirt and white blouse he’d specified — no bra, no panties. My thighs were already trembling. He had texted me the instructions that morning. Front row. Skirt up. Legs open. Do not close them during lecture. I obeyed. My bare pussy was exposed under the desk, cool air brushing against my soaked folds. Every time Professor Crowe glanced at me, his steel-gray eyes darkened with cruel satisfaction. Halfway through the lecture, he set his marker down. “Miss Voss,” he said calmly, voice carrying through the hall. “Come here. I need your assistance with a demonstration.” My heart stopped. The entire class turned to look at me. Whispers
I stumbled back to my dorm room on shaky legs, Professor Crowe’s cum still leaking down my thighs with every step. The sheer humiliation of what he’d done to me — bending me over his desk, fucking me raw, and making me thank him for it — burned through my body like fire. My pussy throbbed, sore and full, his thick load a constant reminder of my new reality. I pushed open the door to my room, desperate for a shower and a moment to process the nightmare my life had become. And froze. My roommate, Sophie, was on her knees in front of my boyfriend, Jake. Her mouth was stretched wide around his cock, bobbing eagerly while her hand stroked the base. Jake’s head was thrown back, one hand tangled in her hair, groaning softly as she sucked him with wet, filthy sounds. For a second, everything went silent except for the obscene slurping. Jake’s eyes snapped open. “Lil
Professor Crowe leaned back in the chair across from me, legs spread, one hand lazily stroking the thick outline of his cock through his trousers. His steel-gray eyes never left my body as I sat there on the edge of his desk, blouse open, bra discarded, small breasts exposed and nipples painfully hard under his gaze. “Play with them,” he ordered quietly. “Pinch your nipples. Show me how a desperate little whore entertains her Professor.” My hands trembled as I obeyed. I cupped my breasts, rolling the sensitive peaks between my fingers, pinching just hard enough to make myself gasp. Shame burned through me, but so did a dark, traitorous heat between my legs. I was still soaked from touching myself earlier, my pussy aching and empty. Crowe watched with cold hunger, his hand moving slowly over his bulge. “Pathetic,” he murmured. “Look at you. Top student in my class, always so quiet and proper. And here you are, spreading your legs in my office,
The weight of Nikolai’s revelation pressed down on me heavier than his body. My mother. The Order. Blood that bound me here whether I wanted it or not. I lay beneath him on the black silk, tears drying on my cheeks while his cock softened inside me, still leaking the last of his cum.
Nikolai carried me through the shadowed corridors in silence, my body still trembling from everything they had done to me on the altar. His arms were strong around me, the black robe he had wrapped me in carrying his scent smoke, musk. I kept my face pressed against his chest, too exhausted and t
Thorne’s cock stretched me open from behind in one long, unrelenting push. I gasped around Nikolai’s thick shaft filling my mouth, the sound wet and broken. The cold marble altar pressed against my knees and forearms as they held me there between them, caught in the rhythm of the ritual. It did
My knees hit the cold marble before I even realized I was falling. The inner sanctum smelled of heavy incense, melting wax, and something older — like old blood and desire baked into the stone over centuries. My thin white initiation robe lay in a crumpled heap a few feet away. I was completely n







