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"Mmm.....Yes......Arghhh" My dad's best friend had both of my hands tied with handcuffs at the head side of the bed. My legs were tied with rope to the ceiling leaving both my legs hung in the air for my dad's best friend to grant easy access to my pussy. He glasses at me, a smile of pleasure escapes his lips one that made me swallow a hard lump down my throat, knowing how I was about to get brutally fucked. BEFORE IT ALL BEGAN The bell rang, signalling the end of the class. “And that's it for today. Make sure you read your biology textbook for the upcoming final exams. Have a lovely weekend,” Mrs. Gina said. She barely finished speaking before the students rushed out of their seats. I remained where I was for a moment, staring through the window at the rain pouring outside. Of all days, I had come to college without my car. Jake was supposed to give me a ride home, but he was nowhere to be found. I pulled out my phone and texted him. You're not in class. Where are you? My phone rang almost immediately. “Uh, Mira, I'm sorry, but I went home earlier,” Jake said. I frowned. “It's raining, and I didn't bring my car.” “I'll talk to you later, Mira.” “Wait, what the—” The call ended. I stared at my phone in disbelief. What was he up to? With a frustrated sigh, I dialled my dad. He answered on the third ring, but it wasn't his voice that greeted me. “Bella, your dad is in a conference briefing. He'll be busy for the next six hours.” Lucian. My father's best friend. His voice was deep and low and so fucking sexy. "Uh.. okay" I answered stuttering. The man's voice alone was enough to turn me on. “Do you have an urgent message for him?” “I'm at college, and it's raining. I didn't bring my car.” There was a brief pause. “I'll come and get you. Wait there.” Before I could ask how long he'd be, the call ended. I stared at the screen. Did he even remember which college I attended? Thirty minutes passed. Then an hour. I was sitting in the reception area, my fingers growing numb from the cold, when I finally gave up waiting. I secured my phone inside my purse and stepped outside. The rain immediately soaked through my clothes. “Mirabella!” I looked up. A red Ferrari pulled up in front of the building. Lucian sat behind the wheel. I hurried toward the car and climbed inside, immediately relieved to be under a roof. "You're wet" He said and instantly, I felt heat spread between my legs. I pressed my thighs together and swallowed hard. I was wet from the rain alone but immediately he spoke, I felt the wetness in my pussy. I curked softly my breath. “You made me wait for an entire hour. I thought you'd forgotten about me.” “Is that anger I hear?” There was amusement in his voice, but his expression remained unreadable. “No, sir.” His eyebrow lifted. I looked away. He drove through the city in silence until we reached the enormous gates of his estate. He signalled to the guard, and the gates opened. I looked at him in confusion. “Why did you bring me to your house?” “Your parents won't be coming home tonight.” I frowned. “I can't leave you alone at home in this weather. You'll stay here tonight.” I folded my arms. “I am twenty. I’m not the little girl you used to carry around anymore, you know.” “Did you just roll your eyes at me?”"Come on, shorty. I haven't got the whole day." I picked up my phone and followed him out of the lounge. "So what do you miss about home?" "Food." I stopped walking. "I was thinking of a person" "Well, I was going to say seeing my beautiful little sister, but she's been particularly unpleasant." "Good. At least you still have some sense." He laughed, slipping an arm around my shoulders as we walked towards the hotel lobby. The evening breeze greeted us as soon as we stepped outside. Ibiza was beautiful, especially around this time of the evening. The streets were alive with tourists, music drifted from nearby restaurants, and the warm Mediterranean air carried that unmistakable holiday feeling. "So, how long are you staying?" I asked. "Depends." "On what?" "Whether my mother still remembers that she has a son." I snorted. "Oh, please. She would be thrilled. You know she wanted you more than she wanted me." He grinned. "Aww. Someone's jealous." "Keep dreaming." We appro
The next morning came with a little more excitement than I'd anticipated.Mum had an early conference session, which meant I had the entire morning to myself. After breakfast, I decided to explore more of the hotel.I was halfway through replying to a message on my phone when I heard someone speaking from somewhere behind me."Well, well, well. Look what we have here."I stopped.That voice.I slowly turned around, and a familiar figure stood a few feet away.I blinked.No way.Of course, I knew who it was.It was Chase. Old, lovely Chase."Chase, what are you doing here?""Hey, that's no way to greet your brother"I pulled him into a big, tight hug.Man, he was now so damn muscular. It's been ages."Mirabella Castellano, the love of my life. Been forever.""How's my knight in a shining armor?""Just as you left him."So Chase is my half-brother. Mom had him with her first husband, Jones, before they divorced and she got married to Dad. He used to stay with us, but his dad remarried t
The first thing I noticed when we arrived in Ibiza was the weather.The second was how beautiful everything looked.Even from the car, I could see the coastline stretching into the distance, the sparkling blue water and rows of palm trees lining the roads. The sun was brighter than what I was used to, and for the first time in days, I found myself genuinely looking forward to something."Beautiful, isn't it?" Mum asked from beside me.I leaned closer to the window."Very.""Wait until you see the hotel."I turned towards her. "You've been here before?""Once, a few years ago, with your father. We had a wonderful time, although he spent most of it trying to convince me that he could cook better than the hotel chef."I laughed."Please tell me you didn't let him near the kitchen.""Unfortunately, I did. Your father is very confident in his abilities.""That's a polite way of saying he's terrible."She burst out laughing.The drive continued for another fifteen minutes before the car fin
Lucien: How are you?I stared at the message before replying.Me: I'm okay.His response came almost immediately.Lucien: That's not convincing.I sighed.Me: I'm fine, Lucien.Lucien: You don't have to keep saying that.I sat on the edge of the bed.There was something frustrating about how easily he could tell when I wasn't being honest.Me: My mum is going to Ibiza next week. She's attending a conference and wants me to come with her.This time, his reply took longer.Lucien: When?Me: Tuesday.Lucien: For how long?Me: Four days. I'll be back Sunday.Lucien: Okay.I stared at the screen.That was it?Just okay?I knew I shouldn't have expected him to argue or demand that I stay, but something about his response still bothered me.Me: You don't have anything to say?Lucien: Would you like me to tell you not to go?Me: I don't know.Lucien: BellaMe: What?Lucien: If you need a few days away, take them.I read the message twice.Me: You're not bothered?Lucien: I'm not particularly
I didn't sleep.I tried. God knows I tried. I turned off the bedside lamp, pulled the duvet over my shoulders and closed my eyes, but every time I drifted off, something brought me straight back.Fiona's voice.Her words.The casual way she'd said it, as though she were telling me something insignificant.Two women before me.Two women who had stood in that same corner, picking out blindfolds, being taught things I was only just beginning to understand.And the worst part was that she hadn't even seemed particularly bothered by it.You replace them fast.I rolled onto my side and stared at the empty space beside me.Lucien had never made me feel like I was competing with anyone. At least, not until now. He had a way of making everything feel intentional, from the smallest things he did to the way he looked at me when he thought I wasn't paying attention.But how much of that was real?Had he treated the others the same way? Had he made them feel special too? Had they also believed the
I woke up to the smell of coffee and sunlight filtering through the curtains. Lucien was already dressed. He sat in the armchair beside the window, wearing dark trousers and a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up. A cup of coffee rested in his hand, and his eyes were fixed on me. "How long have you been awake?" "A while." I narrowed my eyes. "That's creepy." He chuckled softly. "Perhaps." I stretched beneath the sheets, then immediately regretted it when I felt the soreness in my body. My cheeks warmed as memories of the previous night came rushing back. "What time is it?" "Nine." "On a Saturday? That's practically a crime." "Agreed." He placed his coffee on the small table and walked over, settling on the edge of the bed. "I've been thinking about something." I glanced at him. "Should I be worried?" "About what you said last night." My expression softened slightly. "Which part?" "Your request for me to teach you." My stomach fluttered. I hadn't expected him to brin







