LOGINI stood there frozen for a beat, drinking him in. The way the apron framed those strong hips, the faint scent of whatever he was cooking drifting out mixed with his cologne. My pussy clenched hard at the sight of him—so fucking composed even half-naked, like he already knew I’d come crawling back. Last night’s denial came rushing back: the rope biting my skin, his thick cock stretching my throat, the way he’d left me dripping and empty in that hotel bed. I wanted him so bad it hurt.“I… I came to thank you,” I managed, my voice still hoarse. “For the check. For everything. You didn’t have to do that.”He stepped aside, gesturing me in with that same effortless control. “Come inside, little girl. Daddy’s been thinking about you all day.”Nate’s mansion was something else — huge, beautiful, and strangely lonely in that rich way, like it was waiting for someone to actually live in it. Bookshelves lined entire walls, packed tight with novels, dark romances I knew he wrote, and old classi
My eyes fluttered open to the soft gray light of dawn slipping through the heavy hotel curtains. The first thing I felt was the sharp ache in my throat when I tried to yawn. It burned like fire, raw and swollen from the way Nate had used it last night. I winced, swallowing carefully as fragments of memory crashed over me—his thick cock stretching my lips, the relentless thrusts down my throat, the tears, the spit, the way I’d gagged and begged while he stayed so fucking calm.I shifted under the sheets, trying to push them off, and froze. My hands moved freely. The ropes were gone. I sat up slowly, my head pounding from the hangover, and looked down at myself. I was dressed. The same clothes from yesterday, neatly put back on, even my panties. The bed on the other side was empty, the pillow still slightly dented where his head had been. Nate was gone.“Fuck…” I whispered, my voice hoarse.The room smelled faintly of his cologne mixed with sex and dried cum. My thighs still stung where
Nate stood over me like a dark god, his eyes burning with lust and control. He picked up the thick black rope from the nightstand, running it slowly through his fingers as if savoring the moment.“Hands behind your back, little girl,” he commanded softly.I obeyed without hesitation, turning around and placing my wrists together behind me. He worked with practiced skill, binding my hands tightly, then looping the rope around my upper arms and torso, tying me like a neat little bundle. My breasts were pushed forward, my shoulders pulled back, and I could barely move my arms at all. The rope was tight enough to bite into my skin, but not painful — just enough to remind me I was completely helpless.He stepped back to admire his work, slowly fisting his thick cock in his hand.“Look at you,” he murmured. “All tied up and dripping for Daddy. So fucking beautiful.”I whimpered, my pussy throbbing painfully with need. “Please, Daddy… I want your cock.”He chuckled, dark and low. “Open that
Nate froze.The word “Daddy” and my desperate unhinged plea hung heavy in the air between us. For a long moment, he just stared at me, his dark eyes wide with shock.“Aby…” he breathed, voice low and strained. “You have no idea what you’re asking for.”I didn’t back down. The alcohol and months of hidden fantasies made me bold. I stepped closer, pressing my body against his, feeling the heat radiating from him.“I do,” I whispered, sliding my hand down his chest. He let out a slow, shaky breath, clearly fighting with himself.“There are other ways you can repay me if you really insist,” he said carefully, not making me feel ashamed. “But not like this. Not something illegal. You’re drunk, baby girl. You don’t know what you’re saying right now.”But I wasn’t listening to reason anymore.The alcohol, the pain, and years of hidden fantasies had stripped away all my shame. I stepped even closer, pressing my body flush against his. My hand slid down his chest slowly, feeling the hard muscl
I stared at Nate like he was a hallucination.The dim bar lights cast soft shadows across his sharp jawline and expensive black shirt. He looked completely out of place in this rundown bar — too calm, too put-together, too him. His dark eyes held mine with that steady intensity I’d secretly fantasized about for years."What are you doing here?" I managed to whisper, my voice raspy from crying.“You didn’t answer my question. How much is the tuition, Aby?” he asked again, his voice low and calm, like he was asking about the weather instead of offering to change my entire life.I swallowed hard, my throat still raw from crying and drinking. The alcohol made everything feel hazy, but Nate’s presence cut through the fog like a blade.“Fifty thousand,” I whispered, my voice cracking. “For the whole final year… including my project.”He didn’t even blink. “I’ll pay it.” Just like that.I laughed — a broken, disbelieving sound that turned into a sob halfway through. “You… you can’t be seriou
AbyI stormed into the living room like a hurricane, my final semester report card clenched so tightly in my fist that the edges were starting to crumple. My heart was pounding, a mix of anger and desperation burning in my chest.“Daddy, please,” I said, trying my best to keep my voice steady even though it was already cracking. “I need the tuition for my final year. It’s fifty thousand dollars. I swear I’ll pay you back as soon as I graduate and get a job. I’ll work two jobs if I have to.”Clement Ryder, my so-called father, didn’t even bother looking up from his phone at first. He sat on his expensive leather couch like a king on his throne.. his legs crossed, his designer watch catching the light from the chandelier, looking every bit the successful man he loved to remind everyone he was.Finally, he glanced at me with cold, dismissive eyes.“3.0 CGPA, Aby?” His voice was laced with disgust. “You expect me to throw my hard earned money on you? You’re a waste. A complete waste of my
AuroraThe whispers started the moment I walked through the gates of Blackthorn Academy."Look, it’s her.""That’s the rejected omega.""Pathetic. Her own fated mate didn’t even want her."I kept my head down, clutching the strap of my bag tighter as I walked through the crowded hallway. My uniform
Alexander stayed buried deep inside me, his cock still twitching and leaking the last drops of his cum into my flooded pussy. His breath was hot against my ear.“I meant every word, Charlotte,” he rasped. “I would’ve divorced Mia years ago if I could. But the reputation… the board, the investors, t
The moment the kiss ended, Kael didn’t let go of me.He kept one arm locked around my waist like he thought I might disappear if he loosened his grip. The pack was still silent, still staring, but I barely noticed them anymore. My body was still humming from the shift. My blood felt different. Hott
I stood in front of the cracked mirror in my tiny bathroom and stared at myself.The black dress I’d chosen was simple, but it hugged my body in a way that made me look almost… beautiful. My hair fell in loose waves around my shoulders, and even with the faint bruise on my neck from Asher’s hand, I







