Mag-log inLiora VossI never meant to expose myself like that.The sun had been blazing, the bikini strings digging into my skin, and I just wanted a moment of relief. I untied the top, lay back on the lounge chair, and closed my eyes. I didn’t think anyone would see me. I didn’t think it would matter.But it did.Now, standing in Heros’ office with my back against the door, I could feel the storm coming.His hand shot out, wrapping around my throat with controlled pressure — not enough to choke, but enough to remind me exactly who held the power. He pinned me against the wood, his body radiating heat and fury.“What the fuck were you thinking?” he snarled, voice low and dange
Luther GreenI leaned against the wall of the office, arms crossed, eyes locked on the security footage playing across the screens. The cold blue light cast ghostly shadows over my face, but it did nothing to cool the burning rage inside me.There she was.Liora.Lying by the pool in nothing but the tiny blue bikini bottom, breasts completely exposed to the sun, the silver collar with Zedekiah’s initials gleamed at her throat. Beautiful. Vulnerable. Ours.And one of our own soldiers had dared to stare. Not just stared—he had laughed, zoomed in with his phone, and shown the video to two others, like she was some cheap entertainment.My blood tu
Lohan GreenLuther was trying.After the night Liora had spent with Zedekiah—the marks still faintly visible on her neck and thighs—my brother was doing everything he could to appear calm. He sat beside her at breakfast, hand resting possessively on her leg, but I could see the storm beneath the surface. The way his jaw tightened every time she smiled at one of us. The way his fingers dug a little too hard into her skin when she laughed at something Noah said.She was getting under all of our skin.Slowly. Insidiously. Beautifully.Heros maintained his usual ice-cold mask, but even he wasn’t immune. I caught him watching her when he thought no one was looking&mdas
Liora VossI woke slowly, wrapped in the soft scent of Luther.His shirt — the one I’d stolen after waking up alone — clung to my body like a warm embrace. The fabric was oversized, falling to mid-thigh, carrying the faint mix of his cologne, gunpowder, and that unmistakable masculine warmth that always made my stomach tighten. I stretched lazily, feeling the pleasant ache between my legs and the faint soreness on my ass from Zedekiah’s punishment the night before.The room was quiet, bathed in soft morning light filtering through heavy dark curtains. For a moment, I allowed myself to just lie there, staring at the ceiling. My mind replayed everything.Zedekiah’s hands. The bite of the clamps. The way he had fucked me like he wanted to break me… and the te
Zedekiah GreenI closed the door behind us with a soft, final click.The room was dimly lit, the king-sized bed covered in pristine white silk sheets that glowed under the low golden lamps. On the nightstand, the silver box waited like a promise or a threat.Liora approached it slowly. When she lifted the lid, her breath hitched audibly.Inside lay an array of carefully chosen toys: gleaming metal nipple clamps with delicate chains, leather cuffs lined with fur, black silk ropes, a sleek flogger with soft suede tails, a jeweled anal plug, a clit clamp with a long silver chain designed to connect to her collar, blindfolds, and more.Her fingers trembled as they hovered over the items.“Zedekiah&he
Zedekiah GreenMy phone vibrated while I was driving toward Crestwood Academy to pick up Liora.One of the soldiers had sent a message: she had left the school grounds and was now at a café two blocks away with the Kensington twins and their friend.Rage flared hot and sharp in my chest. She had broken one of the most important rules on her very first day.I pressed the accelerator harder. The engine roared as I sped through the streets, knuckles white on the steering wheel. Philip sat silently beside me, smart enough not to speak.When I stormed into the café, the bell above the door slammed violently against the glass. Conversations died instantly. The rich smell of coffee and pastries suddenly felt suffocating.







