LOGINAurora’s POVThe afternoon sun filtered through the curtains of Theo’s dorm, casting a warm golden glow over our tangled bodies. We had spent the last hour making love — slow, sensual, and deeply emotional. His thick cock had stretched me so perfectly, every deep thrust hitting that spot that made me see stars. I had come twice before he finally spilled inside me, holding me tight as we rode the waves together. Now I lay curled against his chest, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my bare back, his heartbeat steady under my ear. For a moment, everything felt right. The world outside — the rumors, the family complications, the lingering fear from Jake’s attack — felt distant.Then my phone rang.It was Mom.I answered with a forced steady voice, my body still humming from Theo’s touch. “Hi, Mom.”“Sweetheart,” Mom said, her voice unusually serious. There was a long pause, as if she was choosing her words carefully. “We need to talk. I know everything.”The room seemed to tilt. Theo t
Aurora’s POVThe days after the warehouse felt like walking through thick, suffocating fog. Every shadow made me flinch. Every unexpected sound sent my heart into that dangerous, irregular flutter my doctor had warned me about since I was a child. The bruises on my wrists had faded to faint yellow marks, but the terror in my mind was still raw, vivid, and unrelenting. Jake’s hands on me. The gag. The ropes. The single damning photo he had forced in front of my eyes. The laughter. The threats.I tried to push through my classes, but my focus was shattered. During a lecture, a door slammed somewhere in the building and I nearly jumped out of my seat, my breath catching painfully in my throat. I excused myself to the bathroom, locked myself in a stall, and tried to breathe through the panic attack. Theo. I need Theo. But he was still dealing with his mom’s worsening heart condition, and I didn’t want to burden him more than I already had.When I finally slipped into his dorm that evening
Theo’s POVThe anonymous call had changed everything.Aurora had played it for me on speaker the moment it happened. The distorted voice, the threat, the chilling final words — “This isn’t finished.” Her face had gone pale, her hands shaking as she clutched the phone. I held her through the panic attack that followed, her heart fluttering dangerously against my chest while I whispered promises I wasn’t sure I could keep.I couldn’t let this continue.The next morning, I met Mark in a quiet corner of the athletic complex, far from prying eyes. He had been my closest friend through all of this, the only one besides Mia who knew fragments of the truth. His eyes were serious when I explained the call.“Anonymous number. Couldn’t trace it from her phone. I need your help. We find who’s behind this. And we deal with Jake and Cassie.”Mark nodded without hesitation. “Jake first. That bastard kidnapped her. Cassie second — the photos were her doing. I’ll make some calls. I know people who can
Aurora’s POVThe nightmares came relentlessly, night after night, like a shadow that refused to be banished by the daylight.I would jolt awake in the dead of night, gasping for air, my heart hammering against my ribs in that terrifying, irregular flutter my doctor had warned me about since childhood. In the dreams, Jake’s hands were always on me — rough, insistent, pinning me to that cold wooden chair in the damp warehouse while he forced the manipulated photo of Theo and Cassie in front of my eyes. The gag in my mouth tasted of dust and fear, muffling my screams into pathetic whimpers. The ropes burned my wrists raw with every desperate tug. His mocking laugh echoed through the empty space, growing louder, more sinister. Sometimes the nightmare twisted further: Theo never came. Jake succeeded. I was alone, exposed to the world, my secret love with Theo broadcast for everyone to see and judge. The shame, the terror, the betrayal — it all crashed over me until I woke up sobbing, body
Theo’s POVThe rage never left me.It burned like a live coal in my chest, hot and unrelenting, flaring brighter every time I looked at the fading bruises on Aurora’s wrists or the fear that still lingered in her eyes when she woke from nightmares. Jake had put his hands on her. He had tied her up. He had tried to force himself on her. He had terrorized the woman I loved more than life itself.I couldn’t let that slide.I sat in the corner of my dorm late one night, Aurora sleeping peacefully in my bed after another emotional round of lovemaking. Her naked body was curled under the sheets, hair fanned across my pillow, the faint marks of my passion still visible on her neck and thighs. She looked so vulnerable, so precious. My fists clenched at my sides as memories of that warehouse flooded back — her muffled screams, Jake’s mocking laugh, the terror in her eyes when he showed her that manipulated photo of me and Cassie.No. This wasn’t over.I needed to do something about Jake. I nee
Theo’s POVI sat across from my mom in the quiet kitchen of our city apartment, the late afternoon light filtering through the blinds and casting long shadows across the table. The weight of the words I had just spoken hung heavy in the air between us. My mom stared at me, her eyes wide with shock, the spoon in her hand frozen mid-stir in her tea. The diagnosis of her heart condition had brought me home for the week, but the real reason I had finally confessed everything was the unbearable guilt of hiding Aurora from the one person who might understand.“Theo… Aurora?” she whispered, voice barely audible. “Damien and Elara’s daughter? Your cousin?”I nodded, throat tight, fingers gripping the edge of the table. “Yes. But it’s not like that. We didn’t know who the other was when we met at Crestwood. It started as hate, arguments, fights… then something real happened. I love her, Mom. More than I’ve ever loved anyone. She’s not just family. She’s my everything. The one who makes me want
Damien’s POVMy heart was pounding like a drum as I drove toward the old lake cabin. The road was dark and empty, but my mind was full of fire. I couldn’t wait to see her. I couldn’t wait to touch her soft skin, kiss her sweet lips, and bury my thick cock deep inside her tight little pussy again. T
Damien’s POVThe warehouse air was thick and cold. My footsteps echoed loudly as I walked toward the center where Kael sat tied to a heavy metal chair. His hands were bound tight behind his back, and a small cut on his lip was bleeding. Two of my strongest men stood on either side of him, watching
Damien’s POVTwo days.It had been two full days since my baby girl disappeared, and I was losing my mind.I sat in my home office at 3 PM, staring at the laptop screen with cold eyes. My fingers moved fast across the keyboard as I gave the final orders.“Freeze every single account,” I told my law
ElaraThe days after Damien’s return blurred into a haze of sex, school, and simmering rage.My body had never felt more alive—or more owned. Every morning I woke up sore between my legs, Damien’s dried cum still on my thighs or leaking out of me. He fucked me before coffee, before I left for schoo







