LOGINBillie.I woke up to a man standing over me.He was glaring down at me. A small towel hung from his hand. I let out a sharp shriek and scrambled back against the headboard.“Morning,” Duchess’s voice came from the doorway. She walked in looking completely unbothered. “That’s James. He was cleaning you up.”James gave me a brief, professional smile, then left the room with the towel.I pressed a hand to my chest, trying to slow my heart. “How long was I out?”“The whole night,” Duchess said. “You’re fine. The men hardly ever come near this place.”I sat up carefully. My body still ached, but the panic from yesterday felt a little further away. “Thank you… for helping me.”“You’re welcome.”I couldn’t help noticing what she was wearing — a short, almost see-through lace dress that showed off a body most people would kill for. Before I could say anything else, the shy maid from Judy Sierra’s funeral rushed into the room and straight toward me.“Ella,” Duchess called, “be gentle. She stil
Billie.I slipped out through the pathway exactly as the message said. The black Toyota was waiting in the shadows with the engine already running. I threw myself into the driver’s seat and pulled away from the estate without looking back.For the first few minutes the road stayed empty. Then headlights appeared in my rearview mirror — a black sedan, closing the distance fast.My phone buzzed.“Where are you?” Duchess’s voice came.“Someone’s following me, it's a black sedan.”“Take the next right, then stay on the service road that runs along the old industrial park. Lose it. ”I did as she said and pushed the accelerator harder. The sedan stayed glued to my bumper. A sharp crack split the air. Something punched into the rear of the car. Another shot. The whole vehicle lurched hard to the right as one of the back tires blew out.I fought the wheel, trying to keep the car from spinning while more shots sparked off the trunk. The sedan pulled up beside me, trying to force me off the r
Billie. He looked at me the way someone looks at a tool they’re about to use. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't terrified.He grabbed my wrists and cuffed them tightly to the metal bars above my head. Then he forced my legs apart and locked each ankle wide, spreading me open until the stretch burned in my thighs. I was completely exposed, unable to close myself or hide.He shoved his briefs down. His cock was already hard. Without a single kiss or soft word, he lined himself up and pushed into my pussy in one deep, forceful thrust. The sudden stretch made me gasp. He didn’t pause. He just started fücking me in hard, steady strokes — deep enough to force the air out of me, controlled enough that it never tipped into chaos. Every thrust was rattling.My body betrayed me almost immediately. I got wetter around him. My walls clenched. Heat started building way down there no matter how much I tried to shut it down.‘This is what you asked for,’ I told myself. ‘Let it make you angry.’He pu
Billie.I froze in his arms.Did I hear him right?Law said he loved me. Law didn’t say things like that. None of them did.I turned slowly to face him. His thumbs brushed the tears from my cheeks with surprising gentleness.“I love you,” he repeated. “So much.”My heart swelled with a dangerous, aching joy. I had longed to hear those words… But not like this. Not while the lies still sat between us. I hated them for keeping the truth from me about who I was, about the five-year shot they forced into my body and yet hearing him say he loved me still cracked something open inside me.My fingers traced his stubble, then slid down the strong column of his throat, over his Adam’s apple, and rested on his chest. He was so beautiful it hurt.I couldn’t let the feelings take over. I needed a distraction.I took his hand and led him back to the bed. I pushed him down and climbed on top of him, sinking onto his still-hard cock. I rode him with desperate, needy rolls of my hips until we both
Billie.I froze when I saw him standing there.“What are you doing here?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.Law tilted his head. “What are you doing here?”“I asked you first.”He studied me for a long second. “You’re acting strange.”“Why would you say that?”“You’re listening to Taylor Swift with the tap running.”I forced a soft chuckle and stepped over to the sink, washing my hands slowly. “I had a nightmare. The music helps me forget.”Please buy it. Please just buy it.I dried my hands and walked past him toward the door. My fingers closed around the handle and twisted.It didn’t budge, it was locked. Shit.My heart slammed against my ribs. I turned slowly. Law was already removing his glasses, setting them on the nearby table.“Where’s the key?” I asked, voice smaller.“I’m not opening it,” he said.“So tell me… do you want me to chase you, or are you going to come to me on your own?” His eyes sparkled.“Either way, I’ll get my hands on you.”I darted across the room, hop
Billie. I woke up smiling for once.True to his word, Law hadn't touched me last night. No hands, no filthy whispers, just his steady warmth pressed against my back until morning. It felt strangely safe.I was elbows-deep in soapy dishes when I felt him.His hard body pressed flush against my back, the thick outline of his cock unmistakable through his pants. He leaned in, lips brushing the shell of my ear."You left me high and dry last night," he murmured. "Yet you let Silas and Leon fück you whenever they want."I rinsed a plate, fighting a smile. "Because they know the right time."His hands settled on my hips. "It's because you hate me."I chuckled, turning in the circle of his arms. "I don't hate you. I just feel like you hate me."Slowly, I reached up and lifted the glasses from his face, looking straight into his eyes. "Do you hate me, Law? Tell me something sweet."He laughed under his breath. "Sweet?"I grinned. "See? You don't even know how. You're just a hater."Silas wal
Billie. "So how was work, babe?" Brian asked as we sat down for dinner."It went well. It's at a swanky estate that's really secure and super clean," I replied, taking a sip of the orange juice. My phone buzzed just then. A notification popped up from my bank: $3050 deposited. He even added a $50
Law.“We ship on the designated route. Everything’s been handled, so don’t screw this up,” I snapped into the phone. I gave clear instructions, yet half my crew acted like they had a collective lobotomy.I hung up and walked through the hallway, as I scrolled through shipment logs. Leon said the n
Law.The house was quiet when I returned, but something felt off.Molly’s door was open.I paused in the hallway, then stepped inside. There, in the center of the cage bed, was Billie.She was on her stomach, face buried in one of the pillows, slowly, desperately humping against another pillow belo
Billie. By morning, I had made up my mind. I was going back to the devils mansion. I came up with a story about being sick yesterday and hoped they would buy it.The men were already gone when I arrived, so I slipped into my uniform and started with cleaning chores. First Law’s room, then Silas’s







