LOGINLila’s heart pounded as she knelt in the center, wrists bound behind her back with rough rope that bit into her skin. The five men circled her—Jax, the dominant leader with his tattooed arms; Marcus, lean and cruel with a whip in hand; Theo, broad-shouldered and silent; Victor, smirking with a paddle; and Kane, the one who always pushed her limits with his unyielding grip. This was her idea, her obsession—to beat the Guinness World Record for the longest BDSM orgy endurance, documented by hidden cameras for verification. Twelve hours minimum, with pain as the price. She craved notoriety, the thrill of pushing her body to the edge, but now, as Jax grabbed her chin and tilted her head up, doubt flickered in her eyes.“Ready to break that record, slut?” Jax growled, his fingers digging into her jaw. She nodded, lips parting in a mix of fear and anticipation. He slapped her cheek lightly at first, testing, then harder, the sting blooming across her skin. She gasped, tears welling, but her
“Good girl,” he murmured, voice low and soothing, like he was praising a child. He closed the distance in two steps, his hands gentle on my hips at first, thumbs stroking small circles over my hipbones. “See? That wasn’t so hard.” His touch was feather-light, almost tender, but the way his fingers dug in just a fraction told me he could turn rough any second.“Jace… please,” I whispered, my voice breaking. Tears pricked my eyes again, but I blinked them back. “We don’t have to do this.”He tilted my chin up with one finger, forcing me to meet his gaze. His eyes softened, that aggressive edge melting into something deceptively sweet. “But we do, baby girl. Because you’re mine.” He leaned in, his lips brushing mine in a kiss that started slow—soft pecks, coaxing my mouth open with gentle pressure. His tongue slipped in, tasting me, exploring like we had all the time in the world. One hand slid up my back, pressing me against him, the fabric of his shirt rough against my nipples.I hated
The weddingAunt Lydia had handed me the clipboard that morning with a quick, excited hug. “Sweetie, can you keep an eye on the exterior designers? Make sure the arch is centered and the flowers match the palette. You’re my rock today.” Her smile was so bright it almost hurt to look at it. I’d nodded, forcing enthusiasm into my voice, and spent the next few hours drifting between the garden tents, greeting distant cousins and great-aunts I hadn’t seen since Mom and Dad’s funeral. They pinched my cheeks, told me how much I’d grown, how much I looked like my mother. Now there were only thirty minutes until the ceremony. I was still in yoga pants and an old hoodie, hair in a messy bun, while the other bridess floated around in silk robes, sipping mimosas. Panic spiked. I mumbled an excuse about checking something upstairs and bolted for my room, taking the steps two at a time.The door clicked shut behind me, and I exhaled shakily. I’d showered earlier, thank God, so I splashed cold wat
“Why no?” Aunt Lydia’s voice rose, sharp with confusion and a hint of hurt. She leaned forward on the couch, her hand slipping off Jace’s knee as she stared at me. “Ava, what’s wrong?”I stood there, frozen in the doorway, my pulse still racing from the hotel disaster. My mouth opened and closed once before the words tumbled out louder than I intended. “No—it can’t be possible. Marrying this man?” It came out almost a yell, my voice cracking on the last word.Lydia’s eyebrows shot up. She glanced at Jace, who hadn’t moved, but his eyes locked onto mine with that slow, deliberate calm that always made my skin crawl. “Ava,” she said firmly, “tell me why right now. And don’t make Jace uncomfortable in his own announcement.”Jace tilted his head slightly, giving me that warning stare—the same one he’d given me weeks ago in the back of his car, the night I’d done something I swore I’d take to my grave. His lips curved into the faintest smile, not warm, not kind, just knowing. My stomach fl
“Ava! Wait—I can explain!”Calloway’s voice cracked, desperate, as he scrambled off the bed. I heard the slick sound of him pulling out of Taylor, followed by the rustle of sheets and frantic footsteps. My legs wouldn’t move. I stood frozen in the doorway, balloons still drifting lazily above me, my mouth open but no words coming. Calloway stumbled toward me, naked, his skin flushed and glistening, his dick still half-hard. He reached for a towel on the chair but missed, hands shaking too much to grab it. “Ava, please—”My voice finally broke free, thin and trembling. “Ca… Calloway… you never told me you were gay. You never did.” I swallowed hard, tears burning at the corners of my eyes. “Thrusting into another man? On your birthday? Our anniversary? How could you?”He took another hesitant step, arms lifting halfway as if to pull me into a hug, but he dropped them when I flinched back instinctively. “It’s not what it looks like—I swear to God. He’s… he’s Taylor. My childhood friend
I clutched the bouquet of helium balloons in one hand, their strings tangled around my fingers, and adjusted my purse strap with the other. My heart raced with excitement as I stepped out of the Uber, the driver wishing me luck with a knowing grin. I’d spent the morning getting ready—full glam, as they say. Winged eyeliner sharp enough to cut glass, lips painted a bold red that matched the “Happy Birthday” balloon bobbing above me, and my favorite sundress hugging my curves just right. It was Calloway’s birthday, our one-year anniversary of chatting on Snap, and finally, our first in-person meeting. I’d planned this surprise for weeks, ever since my step-aunt Lydia and I moved to this city for her new job. She thought I was out running errands; little did she know I was about to make this day epic.Calloway Damien—my sweet, funny computer engineer boyfriend. We’d met on Snap during one of those random add-me phases, and it clicked instantly. Late-night chats about code glitches and my







