Mag-log inSeraphina
His thick cock slammed into me with raw unrelenting power. He stretched my pussy to its limit with every brutal thrust. I lay on my back with my legs spread obscenely wide. His heavy body pinned me down as he fucked me hard. He owned me completely at that moment.
The wet slap of skin against skin filled the room. His balls smacked against my ass with every deep stroke while his veined shaft dragged against every sensitive spot inside me. I could still taste his salty musk on my tongue from earlier. The ghost of the dildo he had used on me lingered. My juices coated his cock and dripped down my thighs, soaking the expensive sheets beneath us.
"Fuck. This tight little cunt is gripping me so good," he growled possessively. His gray eyes locked onto mine. One hand gripped my hip hard enough to leave marks. The other pinned my wrist above my head.
He pounded deeper and angled his hips to hit that perfect spot that made my vision blur. "You were made for this dick. Say it."
"I was made for it," I gasped. My voice broke into a loud moan as pleasure ripped through me. My inner walls fluttered wildly around his massive length, desperate to keep him buried inside me.
A sharp knock sounded on the bedroom door.
"Dear guest? The party is about to start downstairs," a waiter called through the wood.
He didn't stop. If anything his thrusts grew harder and more punishing as if the interruption excited him. "I will be down soon," he barked. His voice stayed rough with lust.
The waiter’s footsteps faded away.
"Good girl," he praised. He slammed back into me with force. "Now take every fucking inch while I ruin this pussy."
He fucked me mercilessly. His hips snapped forward in deep claiming strokes. The thick scent of sex hung heavy in the air. It mixed sweat, my arousal, and his raw masculinity. The heat radiating from his powerful body made my skin slick and flushed.
My breasts bounced with every powerful thrust. My nipples stayed hard and aching. I was lost in the sensation. I chased the edge he had denied me earlier.
Then it hit me hard. My pussy walls clenched violently around his massive cock. They fluttered and squeezed as the orgasm crashed over me. A shrill cry tore from my throat. My body convulsed beneath him. My toes curled tight and my back arched off the bed as waves of blinding pleasure ripped through every nerve.
"Fuck yes," he snarled. He pulled out suddenly and stroked his slick cock furiously.
Thick ropes of hot cum erupted across my breasts and stomach. Rope after rope of warm sticky seed painted my skin. The sight and feel of it pushed me even higher. My pussy continued twitching from the aftershocks.
He wasn't finished. He leaned down and scooped some of his cum onto his fingers. He shoved them deep into my dripping pussy and pumped them in and out. At the same time his mouth latched onto my nipple. He sucked hard with his teeth grazing the sensitive peak. His tongue lashed against it.
The filthy sensation of him pushing his own release into me triggered another explosion. I came again harder this time. A broken moan spilled from my lips as my body shook uncontrollably. I felt completely drained and trembling.
"Best birthday ever," I whispered breathlessly. I floated in a daze of bliss. He had unlocked every hidden part of me and erased Jax’s cruel words with raw dominating pleasure.
He kissed me possessively once more. The kiss tasted of sin and satisfaction. Then he helped me up. We washed up quickly in the bathroom. His strong hands lingered on my body under the water. He cleaned his cum from my skin with surprisingly gentle strokes.
No words passed between us. Just heat and the silent agreement that this would remain our secret.
My legs still felt weak as I fixed my hair and makeup in the mirror. He dressed in a sharp suit. He looked every bit the powerful billionaire with his dyed gray hair perfectly styled and his tattoos hidden beneath the fabric.
"Until next time, little one," he murmured. His voice was low and full of promise. He slipped out first.
Downstairs the party was in full swing. Crystal chandeliers sparkled overhead. Laughter echoed through the grand hall. The scent of champagne and gourmet food filled the air.
I moved through the crowd on shaky legs. I smiled politely as guests wished me a happy birthday. My pussy still throbbed from his cock. The memory of his cum on my skin made my cheeks flush with heat.
Mom spotted me near the massive birthday cake. "Phina! Darling, come cut the cake!" She looked radiant in her designer gown. Her diamonds glittered under the lights.
I stepped up beside her with the knife in my hand. I forced a bright smile. The crowd gathered around us. Many held up their phones to capture the moment.
Then he appeared. He slid smoothly beside Mom and pressed a casual kiss to her cheek. My heart stopped completely.
"Everyone, this is my wonderful fiancé," Mom announced proudly. She beamed up at him. "Seraphina, meet your new stepfather."
Our eyes locked. Those same piercing gray eyes that had stared down at me while he pounded me senseless. This was the man who had devoured my pussy. He had stretched me with his cock and the dildo. He had painted my breasts with his cum.
Recognition hit both of us at once. He froze for a split second. His jaw tightened but his gaze darkened with raw hunger and shock.
I swallowed hard. My throat felt dry. Heat flooded my face and spread down my neck. Flashes flooded my mind. His mouth on my clit. The brutal stretch of his thick cock. The way I had begged and screamed around him while gagging on his shaft. He had filled every part of me.
This man was my stepfather.
The knife trembled slightly in my hand as the crowd waited. My pussy clenched at the forbidden memory.
He recovered with masterful control. His large steady hand moved to cover mine on the knife. He guided it gently but firmly as we pressed down together to cut the first slice.
He leaned in close enough for me to catch the faint scent of our sex still on his skin. He whispered into my ear. "Happy birthday, Seraphina."
The warmth of his breath sent a fresh shiver down my spine. My pussy clenched again with renewed need.
Mom smiled sweetly at me. She remained completely oblivious. Her eyes shone with happiness. "Phina, darling… isn’t this the best birthday you have ever had?"
I could only nod. The knife stayed steady now in our joined hands as applause and cheers rose from the crowd.
Seraphina.The velvet curtains at the entrance of the Metropolitan Gala hall did little to muffle the roar inside.I adjusted the strap of my dress, inhaling slowly. The fabric clung to my waist and flowed down my legs like liquid glass, leaving my back bare to the cool air. I stepped back into the coatroom alcove, away from the bustling waitstaff.Leah stood right in front of me, dressed in a sharp male security uniform that fitted her surprisingly well. She leaned casually against the rack of coats, a crooked smirk playing on her lips as her hazel eyes raked over me from head to toe."You know, princess," she drawled, her voice dropping to a teasing murmur, "if you keep showing up in dresses like that, I'm going to have to start charging you a private security fee."I rolled my eyes, though a sudden flush of heat warmed my cheeks. "I didn't ask for a bodyguard, Leah.""Lucky for you, I'm free of charge for high-value targets." She reached into her pocket, pulled out the necklace, an
Seraphina.The sound of his voice through the door made my heart leap into my throat. I stood still, my hand still clutching the lapel of the jacket. He was right outside, and Draven Voss didn't take 'no' for an answer."Seraphina," the handle jiggled. "Open it. Now."I took a shaky breath, stepping back from the door. "Go away, Draven. Mom is down the hall. If she wakes up—""Liora took a sleeping pill after we got back. She’s out cold," his voice dropped, "You have five seconds before I get the master key."Compelled by a mix of anger and self-preservation, I unlocked the deadbolt and pulled the door open just a crack.He shoved his way inside, his massive frame consuming the space of my bedroom, shutting the door behind him. His tie was completely gone now, his collar turned out, his gray hair slightly mussed. His eyes locked onto the jacket still draped over my shoulders."You're keeping it on," he remarked, his voice dangerously soft as he closed the distance between us. "The sc
Seraphina.The bike tore down the roads, wind whipping my hair under the helmet. Leah drove like she had nothing to lose. I kept my arms locked around her waist, the leather of her jacket warm against my skin. My emerald dress bunched up around my thighs, probably ruined, but for once I didn’t care.We pulled into a gravel lot outside a neon-lit diner called “The Midnight Spoon.” Leah killed the engine and swung off first, offering her hand. I took it, legs shaky from the ride and everything else.“Easy, princess. Pie fixes most things. The rest is bullshit anyway.” She grinned, hazel eyes catching the light. Up close under the diner sign, she looked even sharper—strong jaw, short dark hair tousled from the helmet, a faded scar cutting through one eyebrow. Tall, athletic, the kind of effortless sexy that turned heads without trying. A stud, through and through.Inside, the place smelled like coffee and grease. Leah ordered cherry pie for both of us and black coffee strong enough to wa
SeraphinaI wiped the tears from my cheeks with the back of my hand and pushed to my feet, ignoring the throb in my ankle. “Always around, huh? That sounds more like a warning than a promise.”He chuckled softly, stepping closer but stopping when I crossed my arms. “Just checking on you, Seraphina. You looked like you needed it. That spin you did—still got the fire, even if your landing’s shaky.”I managed a small smile. “I’m figuring it out. Dancing helps. And yeah, the ankle’s a mess from pushing too hard.”Pulling his hands out of his coat pockets, he offered a smug grin. “You know I'll always be here to take your mind off things. I heard your mother is getting married. Congrats on getting a new daddy.”I rolled my eyes, so hard it practically hurt. “First of all, don't ever say 'new daddy' to me again unless you want a black eye. Second, I don't need you to take my mind off anything.” But despite my sharp tone, the sudden mention of the wedding sent a familiar, heavy knot tighteni
SeraphinaI walked the long hallways of the east wing, looking for Elara. She was a fuse waiting to explode, and her presence at the club and yacht had made one thing terrifyingly clear: She was suspicious of Draven and me. I need to find out what she knew, and why she loathes her own sister’s husband with such a burning intensity.My search ended when I reached the downstairs lounge, voices drifting out into the corridor.I pushed the door open, stepping inside as the aroma of chamomile tea hit me. Mom and Elara sat across from each other, teacups steaming between them. Mom’s shoulders relaxed the moment she saw me, relief flooding her features. “Seraphina, sweetheart. Come join us.”“Am I interrupting?” I asked quietly, my eyes darting between the two of them.“Not at all,” Mom said, though her smile faltered. “We were just going over wedding details. And… about your future stepfather.”Perfect. I settled into the armchair beside her, smoothing my skirt. “Finally, someone who knows
Liora.I stepped between Elara and Seraphina, my hand firm on my daughter’s arm. “That’s enough. Seraphina is my daughter, and she’s not banned from seeing Draven. Whatever you think you saw at the club, you’re mistaken. The lighting there is terrible, and people bump into each other all the time.”Seraphina stood still beside me, her face whitewashed. I can't understand why she seems scared but my heart ached for her—she had always been too fragile for the ruthless scrutiny of high society.Elara’s venomous smile faltered, her sharp eyes darting between Seraphina and me.“Of course. My mistake. It was dark in that corner.”Seraphina stayed quiet, her gaze fixed on the marble floor. I squeezed her arm once, steadying her. “Go on upstairs, sweetheart. Wash up and get some rest. You’ve had a stressful day.”Draven hadn’t moved from his spot near the stairs, his eyes boring holes into Elara’s forehead. He looked ready to snap her neck, and honestly, the protective streak in him was thril
Draven.I strode into the sleek lobby of Voss Tower, briefcase in hand swinging with cufflinks catching the light, and pushed through the lobby doors. Chaos greeted me immediately.Carla, my usually unflappable receptionist, stood with her arms crossed, glaring at the tall, auburn-haired woman in a
Seraphina.The cake tasted like ash in my mouth. I forced another smile as guests clapped around me but all I could focus on was the dull throb between my thighs.The sticky memory of his cum on my skin before we washed it off lingered in my mind.Every time I shifted my weight I felt the faint ach
Seraphina.A man stood under the large rain shower. Water cascaded down over his powerful and sculpted frame. His dyed gray hair was slicked back from his face revealing sharp angles and full lips. Broad shoulders led down to a narrow waist. Intricate dark tattoos covered half of one upper arm and s
SeraphinaI slipped into Jax's apartment using the spare key he had given me months ago. My heart was fluttering with a mix of nervous excitement and hope. Today marked my twenty-first birthday. I had planned every single detail for weeks. After he took my virginity last month, the experience had b







