LOGINThe cream silk dress the maids had chosen for me clung to my body like a second skin—elegant yet dangerously sensual. The fabric skimmed over my full breasts, the neckline modest but the material thin enough that my nipples, still sensitive from Viktor’s morning attentions, peaked visibly whenever a cool draft whispered through the mansion. The hem fell just above my knees, but every step reminded me of the ache between my thighs, the slick remnants of his cum still inside me despite the bath.I followed one of the silent maids to Viktor’s office, my heart hammering. The morning’s passion still lingered on my skin—his scent, his marks hidden beneath the silk. But the man waiting for me behind those heavy oak doors wasn’t the lover who had fucked me senseless. He was the Ruthless Don.The door clicked shut behind me. Viktor sat behind a massive mahogany desk, sleeves rolled up to reveal corded forearms, a glass of amber liquid in one hand. His grey eyes lifted, raking over me slowly, p
Elena POVSunlight filtered through the heavy curtains, casting golden stripes across the rumpled sheets. My body ached in the most delicious, obscene ways—thighs sore, core tender and swollen, the faint sting between my legs a constant reminder of how thoroughly Viktor had claimed me. His cum had dried on my inner thighs overnight, and the faint scent of sex still clung to the air.I shifted carefully, wincing, and turned my head.He was already awake.Viktor lay on his side, propped on one elbow, watching me with those storm-grey eyes. The sheet had slipped low on his hips, revealing the deep V of his muscles and the thick, semi-hard length of his cock resting against his thigh. Even at rest, it was intimidating.“Morning, wife,” he said, voice rough with sleep and something darker.Heat flooded my face—and lower. “I’m not your wife yet.”A slow, predatory smile curved his lips. “You will be. Soon.” His hand slid under the sheet, palm hot against my stomach, then lower. Two fingers
I was still shaking, my chest heaving as the aftershocks of the most intense orgasm of my life rippled through my body. Viktor’s face glistened with my juices, his grey eyes burning with raw, barely leashed hunger as he hovered over me.He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, then leaned down and kissed me fiercely. I could taste myself on his tongue — sweet, filthy, addictive. His massive erection pressed hard against my thigh through his sweatpants, throbbing and enormous.“You came so beautifully for me,” he growled against my lips, voice thick with lust. “Such a responsive little virgin. But I’m not done with you yet.”His hand slid between my legs again, two thick fingers pushing easily into my soaked pussy, curling instantly against that sensitive spot. I moaned loudly, hips jerking.“Viktor… please…”“Please what?” He pumped his fingers slowly, stretching me, preparing me. “Use your words, Elena. Tell me exactly what you want.”I was beyond shame now. The ache inside me w
The estate was quiet after lunch. The maids had left me in a new silk robe — emerald green, short, and dangerously loose. It barely covered the tops of my thighs and whispered against my bare skin with every movement. My body still felt restless, the lingering heat from the drug mixing with something far more dangerous: pure, aching need.I shouldn’t have been wandering again, but curiosity — and that throbbing between my legs — wouldn’t let me stay still. I told myself I was just exploring the west wing like Viktor had permitted. But when I pushed open a heavy door at the end of a long corridor, I froze.Viktor stood in the middle of what was clearly his private bedroom, completely naked.Water from a recent shower still glistened on his powerful body. Broad shoulders, sculpted chest, and abs carved like stone. My eyes dropped lower before I could stop them. His cock hung heavy and thick between his muscular thighs — even soft, it was massive, long, and veined. The sheer size of it m
Elena POVI woke slowly, the morning sun warming my face. A dull headache throbbed behind my eyes as memories crashed back — the auction, the drug, the man who bought me for ten million dollars.I sat up, realizing I was no longer in the revealing white gown. Someone had changed me into a soft, silky white slip that barely reached mid-thigh. The delicate fabric clung to my full breasts, my nipples stiff and aching against the thin material. Even the lightest brush of silk over my skin made me bite my lip.The room was luxurious, but it still felt like a cage. I tested the door. It opened.Heart pounding, I slipped into the hallway wearing only the short slip. The silk whispered against my bare thighs and teased my sensitive pussy with every step. My breasts swayed heavily, nipples rubbing constantly and sending sparks of heat straight to my core.I reached the staircase and started descending. Halfway down, I heard voices.“…you brought her here after everything?” a rough male voice g
Elena POVThe night air slapped against my heated skin as we stepped outside, sharp and sobering. The drug still pulsed through my veins, making every brush of the thin white gown against my nipples and thighs feel obscenely intense. My breasts felt heavy, my skin flushed and overly sensitive.“Move,” one of the guards ordered, a firm hand pressing against my lower back.I stumbled forward on shaky legs. A few feet away, he waited.Don Lucian Voss stood like a king who had already conquered the world. Tall, broad-shouldered, and radiating raw, controlled power in his tailored black suit. His presence made the air thicker. Behind him was a sleek black Tesla, gleaming under the lights. I was guided into the back seat. The cool leather pressed against the backs of my bare thighs, making me shiver.He slid in beside me moments later.The space instantly felt too small. His scent — dark spice, smoke, and pure masculine dominance — wrapped around me. I kept my eyes on the blurring city ligh
Clara’s panties were soaked again.She stood in the bathroom stall at work, legs slightly apart, her skirt hiked up around her hips. The thick new dildo she had bought only two weeks ago was buried deep inside her hungry pussy, stretching her just the way she craved. She bit her lip hard to hold ba
Mr. Lorenzo stayed buried deep inside Elena for a long moment after they both came, his thick cock still twitching as the last drops of his cum filled her freshly fucked pussy. Her body trembled beneath him, her virgin hole stretched and overflowing with his warm seed. Elena looked up at him with d
Elena prayed for Monday to arrive faster than any day in her life. All weekend, Mr. Lorenzo’s voice echoed in her head—saying her name in that deep, smooth tone at the grocery store, the way his dark eyes had slowly dragged over her body, the dangerous half-smile that made her knees weak. Her pussy
Elena had always known Mr. Lorenzo was the kind of man who haunted dreams and ruined girls for anyone else. He was tall and broad-shouldered, with a sharp, chiseled jawline that looked like it had been carved from stone, dark piercing eyes that seemed to see straight through every lie, and thick bl







