LOGINDamien had been circling like a shark for days.He cornered Lila in the upstairs hallway the next morning while Richard was in his office and Victor was on a call. His hand pressed against the wall beside her head, trapping her.“You can keep pretending, sweetheart,” he murmured, voice low and dangerous. “But I know exactly what Victor’s been doing to you. The way you walk after he’s had you. The marks he leaves. I want a taste. One night. Or I start dropping hints to Richard about how close his best friend has gotten to his little girl.”Lila’s heart slammed against her ribs. “You’re bluffing.”Damien’s smile was sharp. “Am I? I’ve got my own photos now. Try me.”Before she could respond, heavy footsteps echoed. Victor appeared at the end of the hall like a force of nature. His eyes took in the scene — Damien too close, Lila’s tense posture — and something snapped.In seconds, Victor had Damien slammed against the opposite wall, forearm pressed hard across his throat. “Touch her agai
Lila couldn’t breathe in that house anymore.The guilt had been eating her alive since the threesome with Sophia. Every time her father looked at her with that proud, trusting smile, every time Elena gave her those knowing side-eyes, every time she felt Victor’s cum still leaking out of her while sitting across from Richard at breakfast — it twisted like a knife.She found Victor in his study late that afternoon, the door cracked open. He was behind the desk, sleeves rolled up, looking every bit the powerful man who had completely wrecked her life and body.“We need to stop,” she said before she could lose her nerve. Her voice shook. “This is insane, Victor. My dad is right downstairs. Sophia has proof. We’re going to destroy everything.”Victor slowly set his pen down. His dark eyes lifted to hers, calm at first, then sharpening into something dangerous.“No.”Lila blinked. “What?”“I said no.” He stood, towering, and rounded the desk. “You don’t get to run from this. Not after you l
Sophia had always been a snake.Lila knew it, but she never expected the bite to come so soon.The next afternoon, Victor had pulled her into the master bedroom while Richard was on a conference call downstairs and Damien was out on the grounds. They were supposed to be quick — just his hand down her shorts, two fingers buried deep while he growled filthy things against her neck. But it turned hungry fast. Clothes hit the floor. Victor had her bent over the edge of his massive bed, cock slamming into her from behind, when the door swung open without a knock.Sophia stood there in a silk robe that barely covered her ass, phone in hand, eyes wide with triumphant shock before narrowing into something venomous.“Well, well,” she purred, stepping inside and closing the door behind her. “I fucking knew it. The way you two have been eye-fucking each other since Lila got home. And now this? Daddy’s best friend balls-deep in his precious daughter.”Victor didn’t pull out. He stayed buried insi
Richard Voss returned like a storm rolling in off the lake — commanding, sharp-eyed, and completely unaware of the war already raging under his own roof. He walked through the front door that evening with his suitcase in hand, clapping Victor on the back like old times and pulling Lila into a quick, stiff hug that made her stomach twist with guilt.“Missed you, kiddo,” he said gruffly. “Tokyo was a fucking circus. Glad Victor kept an eye on things.”Lila forced a smile, feeling Victor’s cum from earlier still faintly sticky between her thighs even after a shower. “Glad you’re home, Dad.”Dinner was set in the formal dining room — crystal glasses, expensive wine, Elena moving silently around the table like a shadow who saw everything. Sophia sat directly across from Victor in another barely-there dress, Damien lounged to Lila’s right with that knowing smirk, and Richard presided at the head like the king of his empire.Conversation flowed on the surface: business deals, Tokyo negotiati
The rest of the evening with Damien had been pure torture. Every lingering look, every knowing smirk from him made Lila’s thighs clench around the constant reminder of Victor’s cum still inside her. By the time Damien finally left for one of the guest rooms, she was aching again, desperate and dripping.Victor didn’t say a word. He simply grabbed her hand and pulled her upstairs to his master suite at the far end of the wing — the one with the massive bed, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the dark lake, and a locked door that finally gave them some illusion of privacy.The second the door clicked shut, he was on her.“Get on the bed,” he growled, already unbuttoning his shirt. “Naked. Now.”Lila stripped fast, heart hammering. Victor opened the top drawer of his nightstand and pulled out a few things that made her pussy throb — a thick black vibrator, a bottle of lube, and a small, sleek anal plug.“You’ve been such a greedy little slut today,” he said, voice low and rough as he s
The whiskey poured freely that night, but the real intoxication was the tension crackling in the air like electricity before a storm. Damien Cross had arrived like he owned the damn place, stepping out of his sleek black car in a tailored suit that screamed money and menace. Victor’s business partner was thirty-five, built lean and sharp with a predator’s smile and eyes that missed nothing. He claimed it was about urgent contracts from Tokyo, but the second he walked into the living room and saw Lila, his gaze turned hungry.They settled in with drinks — Victor in the big leather armchair like a king on his throne, Lila curled on the couch, and Damien choosing the spot right beside her. Too close. His knee brushed hers deliberately as he leaned forward to pour her another glass, his fingers grazing the bare skin of her thigh where her short black dress had ridden up.“Damn, Lila,” Damien murmured, voice low and smooth, letting it linger. “Last time I saw you, you were still in college
Bella slipped back into the master bedroom just as the first hints of dawn crept through the heavy curtains. Her legs were shaky, her nightdress clinging to her damp skin. Between her thighs, Jax’s cum was still leaking slowly, warm and thick, coating her swollen pussy lips and inner thighs. Every
Bella lay wide awake in the dark, staring at the ceiling fan spinning slowly above her. Julian’s soft snores filled the room, steady and peaceful, like nothing in the world could touch him. She turned her head slightly and looked at him. His face looked so calm, so innocent in sleep. The same face
"But he didn’t buy me any… then who did he buy it for?Bella sat on the edge of the bed, staring at Julian’s phone until the screen went dark. The words on that receipt kept flashing in her mind — sheer black lace, crotchless, garter straps, over a thousand dollars. She felt a sharp sting behind he
Bella woke up with a heavy weight pressing on her chest. Sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the bedroom. Julian was still asleep beside her, his arm loosely draped over her waist. For a moment, she stared at his peaceful face, guilt twisting sharply in her stomach.L







