LOGINThe sound of the helicopter rotors grew louder as the rescue team boarded the yacht. I stood on the main deck beside Damon, my legs still shaky, my body sore and marked all over. Bite marks on my neck, fingerprints on my hips, and his dried cum still sticky between my thighs under the thin sundress he’d let me wear.I could barely walk straight.“Miss Bella?” A rescuer in an orange uniform approached us with a concerned smile. “Are you alright? We received the distress signal and came as fast as we could.”Damon’s arm stayed wrapped possessively around my waist, his fingers subtly slipping under the hem of my dress from behind.“I’m… I’m okay,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady.But Damon’s thick fingers found my bare, cum-filled pussy and pushed inside me without warning.I gasped sharply, gripping his arm for support.“Easy, baby,” Damon murmured calmly to me, then turned to the rescuers with that charming billionaire smile. “She’s a little shaken from the storm. It was quite i
The clock was ticking. Only 48 hours until rescue arrived, and Damon had turned into something feral.I barely had time to catch my breath from the sun deck when he grabbed me by the waist and threw me over his shoulder like I belonged to him completely.“Damon…wait!” I gasped, but he was already carrying me through the yacht like a man possessed.“No more waiting,” he growled, slapping my bare ass hard. “You’re mine for the next two days. Every fucking inch of you.”He started in the luxury kitchen. He bent me over the marble island, the cold surface pressing against my breasts as he slammed into my pussy from behind without warning.“Fuck… Damon!” I cried out, gripping the edge of the counter.“That’s right,” he snarled, pounding me deep and rough. “This is my yacht. This is my pussy. Say it.”“It’s yours… oh god, it’s yours!” I moaned, pushing back against him. The conflict tore at me. I knew he was dangerous. I knew this luxury, this power, this man could ruin my life. But I was f
The morning sun poured through the massive windows of the master cabin, warming my naked body. I stirred slowly, every muscle aching in the most delicious way. Damon’s arm was draped possessively over my waist, his hard cock already pressing against my ass even in his sleep.I tried to slip out of bed quietly, but his grip tightened immediately.“Where do you think you’re going?” he murmured, voice rough with sleep and lust.“The storm seems to have passed,” I whispered, glancing outside. The ocean was calmer now, sparkling under the bright sun, but we were still completely stranded in the middle of nowhere. No land in sight.Damon rolled me onto my back and kissed me deeply, his hand sliding between my legs to find me already wet. “Good. Then we’re spending the day on deck. Get up.”He didn’t let me put on any clothes. He simply grabbed my hand and led me out of the cabin completely naked. The warm sun felt incredible on my skin as we stepped onto the luxurious sun deck. The yacht ge
Damon kicked the cabin door shut behind us, the storm still raging outside. Rain hammered against the windows as he pushed me up against the wall, his hands already tearing at what remained of my soaked dress.“These wet clothes need to go,” he growled, peeling the ruined fabric down my body until it pooled at my feet. My bra and panties followed quickly. I stood completely naked in front of him, water dripping from my skin onto the expensive hardwood floor.He stripped too, discarding his shirt and pants, revealing his perfectly sculpted body. His thick cock was already hard again, pointing toward me aggressively.“Damon… wait,” I whispered, even as my nipples hardened under his gaze. “We should slow down. I barely know you. This is all happening so fast…”He didn’t slow down. Instead, he lifted me effortlessly and carried me to the massive king-sized bed in the center of the luxurious master cabin. The silk sheets felt cool against my heated skin as he laid me down.“Too late for th
The yacht rocked violently as another wave slammed against the side. Rain lashed the windows of the opulent cabin like bullets. I gripped the edge of the leather couch, heart pounding.“Damon, this storm came out of nowhere,” I said, my voice shaky. “Are we going to be okay?”Damon Black stood by the bar, pouring two glasses of whiskey like the chaos outside was nothing. At thirty-four, the billionaire playboy looked every bit as dangerous as the tabloids said, tall, sharply dressed in a half-open white shirt, dark hair tousled, and a smirk that could ruin lives.“We’re fine, Bella,” he said smoothly, handing me a glass. “The captain knows what he’s doing. We’re just stuck out here for a while. Might as well enjoy it.”I took the glass, my hands trembling slightly. I was supposed to be here for a casual weekend photoshoot opportunity. One weekend on a billionaire’s yacht. Now we were stranded miles from shore in a raging storm, completely alone except for the crew who had already secu
I stepped into the gym a week later, my body still deliciously sore in all the right places. Every step reminded me of how roughly Jax and Kane had used me. My thighs ached, my pussy was tender, but the moment I saw Jax waiting for me near the treadmills, a fresh wave of heat flooded between my legs.I was addicted. Completely hooked on the punishment.“You’re on time today,” Jax said, his tattooed arms crossed over his broad chest. A dangerous smirk played on his lips. “Good girl. That means you get a reward for your… improvement.”I swallowed hard, glancing at the clock. The gym officially opened in thirty minutes. “Jax, people might come in early. We should be careful…”He grabbed my wrist and pulled me toward the row of treadmills. “Strip down to your sports bra and leggings. Then get on the treadmill. Now.”My hands shook as I obeyed, peeling off my hoodie and shorts until I stood there in just a tight sports bra and thin black leggings. Jax turned on the treadmill, setting it to







