ログインChaptLisa woke up with the blindfold still tight across her eyes, the darkness making her feel like she was floating in a void where the only thing that existed was the heavy weight of the mattress beneath her and the dull ache in her wrists. She tried to move her arms, but the nylon straps held her fast, pinning her to the bed in that same spread-eagle position that had become her new normal over the last few hours. She could hear the muffled sounds of the apartment, the distant hum of traffic from the street below and the clicking of a door opening, which told her that Mark had finally come back into the room. She felt the bed dip as he sat down beside her, and the smell of fresh coffee and expensive cigarettes drifted over her, a scent that used to be attractive but now just signaled another round of whatever he decided to do with her body."You've been asleep for a long time, Lisa, but I think it's time you woke up and realized that your old life is officially a memory," Mark sai
Lisa stood in the kitchen, her bare skin chilled by the air conditioning while she poured a glass of whiskey for Mark, her movements slow and shaky because her legs still felt like jelly. She could feel his eyes on her from the living room, tracking every curve of her body and every tremble in her hands, and the weight of the leather collar around her neck felt heavier than ever before. She didn't look back at him, but she knew he was watching the way her breasts swayed and the way his seed was still dripping down her inner thigh, leaving a sticky trail that made her feel completely marked and used. She set the glass down on the coffee table in front of him and tried to step away, but Mark reached out and grabbed her ankle, his fingers digging into her skin and pulling her hard across the floor until she landed on her back right between his legs."I didn't tell you to move away from me, Lisa," Mark said, his voice flat and devoid of any warmth as he looked down at her. "I told you to
Lisa spent the entire workday in a haze, her mind completely disconnected from the spreadsheets and emails on her screen while the leather collar rubbed against her skin every time she moved her head. She had worn a high-necked silk blouse to hide the black band, but the secret of it made her feel exposed, as if everyone in the office could see the mark of Mark's ownership staring back at them. Every time she swallowed, she felt the restriction of the leather, and it sent a sharp, electric jolt of heat straight down to her thighs, making her shift uncomfortably in her office chair. She kept thinking about the way he had looked at her in the shower, that cold, hungry expression that told her she wasn't a person to him anymore, but a thing he owned, and the thought made her clit throb with a desperate, aching need.By the time five o'clock rolled around, she was practically vibrating with tension, her body craving the very thing that terrified her. She didn't even stop to grab a coffee
Lisa woke up with her body feeling heavy and bruised, the kind of ache that reminded her of every single place Mark had touched her the night before. She was lying on the leather sofa, naked and shivering, while the morning light filtered through the blinds of his apartment, casting long, jagged stripes across her skin. For a moment, she forgot where she was, but then she felt the weight of his arm draped across her waist, his fingers curled possessively into her hip even in his sleep. She tried to shift away, wanting to find her clothes and get back to the safety of her own four walls, but the second she moved, his grip tightened, pulling her back against his chest with a sudden, jarring force."Where do you think you're going?" Mark muttered, his voice thick with sleep but still carrying that same commanding edge that had terrified and thrilled her. He didn't open his eyes, but he pressed his face into the crook of her neck, inhaling deeply as if he were marking her scent for the da
The moment Lisa stepped over that gap and into Mark's space, the air changed, becoming thick with a tension that made her skin prickle and her stomach flip. He didn't waste a second, his large hand snapping out to grab her wrist and yank her hard against his chest, the impact knocking the wind out of her for a split second. He didn't say a word at first, just held her there, his grip tight enough to leave a mark, while he stared down at her with those dark, hungry eyes that seemed to strip her naked right there in the moonlight. Lisa felt her breath coming in short, jagged gasps, her breasts pressing firmly against his bare skin, and she could feel the heat radiating off him in waves, reminding her of exactly how it felt to be pinned under him in that hotel room."You actually came," Mark muttered, his voice a low, rough vibration that she felt in her own chest. He didn't let go of her wrist, instead sliding his hand down to grip her waist, his fingers digging deep into her flesh as h
Lisa felt her heart hammering against her ribs as she stared at Mark, the man who had practically dismantled her body just twenty-four hours ago. She wanted to run back inside and lock every single bolt on her door, but her legs felt like lead, rooted to the balcony floor by a mixture of sheer terror and a sudden, pulsing heat between her thighs. The way he looked at her wasn't friendly or casual; it was the look of a man who had already tasted something he liked and had no intention of letting it go. He didn't move from his doorway, just leaned there with his arms crossed, the fabric of his shirt straining against his biceps, reminding her exactly how those arms had pinned her down into the hotel mattress."I... I didn't know it was you," Lisa stammered, her voice sounding thin and breathless even to her own ears. She shifted her weight, her dress clinging to her hips, and she wondered if he could tell that she was already getting wet just by looking at him.Mark let out a low, dark
Liora descended the stairs with measured steps, the polo's hem brushing her upper thighs like a teasing whisper. The fabric, soft and oversized, clung lightly to her damp skin, the neckline dipping just enough to hint at the curve of her collarbone. Barefoot, she felt the cool hardwood beneath her
The confined space of the car hummed with the downpour's relentless drum, each drop a pulse echoing the turmoil in Liora's chest. Riven's fingers lingered under her chin, tilting her face toward his, the warmth of his skin a stark contrast to the chill seeping through the windows. His eyes held her
The relentless downpour transformed the city into a shimmering veil, each drop a cold accusation against Liora's skin as she huddled beneath the lamppost. Her body trembled not just from the chill seeping into her bones, but from the storm raging within—betrayal's sharp edges slicing through the fr
The late afternoon sun dipped low, casting long shadows across the quiet suburban street as Liora pulled up to Thorne's house. Her heart raced with a mix of nerves and joy, the small velvet box in her coat pocket a secret weight that made her smile. Two years together—nights tangled in sheets, lazy







