MasukChapter 2I stand frozen, the leather of the chair still warm from his body, I take in the scent while in the chair the scent of his cologne is something dark and expensive like sandalwood and smoke.Rain streaks down the tall windows, each droplet a tiny hammer against the glass. My brother's face flashes in my mind, bruised and broken in that photograph. This is real. This is actually happening.—————————————————Morning comes too soon. A woman with sharp features and a uniform that looks extremely starched, lets me into a bedroom down the hall. The clothes laid out on the bed aren't mine, It’s a simple black dress that clings in all the wrong places and they’re no underwear. I put them on anyway even as my fingers tremble, I slide the cool fabric over my skin.At precisely nine, the same woman appears at my door. "Mr. Volkov will see you now."The study looks different in daylight. Less menacing, more imposing. Shelves line the walls from floor to ceiling. They're filled with leat
Chapter 1I was stacking the last chairs when the door opened.Two men stepped in like they belonged there. They wore dark coats that were wet from the rain, They scanned the room, looking like they were in no haste at all. The taller one looked straight at me and the other locked the door behind them without saying a word.My stomach dropped.“We’re closed,” I said, keeping my voice steady even though my hands had gone cold.He didn’t answer. He just walked to the counter, pulled a black envelope from his coat, and set it down on the wood. Then he stepped back and waited.I stared at it. Part of me already knew I shouldn’t touch it. The other part knew I didn’t have a choice.I picked it up and slid my finger under the flap. There was a photograph that made my throat close. It was my brother, his face was swollen, one eye sealed shut, blood dried at the corner of his mouth. On the back, in heavy black handwriting: The debt is yours now.I looked up. “Where is he?”The tall one didn’t
Chapter 5That's all the encouragement he needs. He pulls out almost completely, then slams back in. The force steals my breath, the pleasure so intense it feels painful yet sweet. He sets a brutal pace, each thrust harder than the last, his balls slapping against my ass. The bed creaks beneath us, the headboard banging against the wall."Fuck, you're so fucking tight," he groans, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to leave bruises. "So fucking perfect."His mouth finds mine again, all teeth and desperation. He fucks me like he's trying to crawl inside me, like he wants to possess every part of me. My nails dig into his back, leaving red trails on his skin. I meet him thrust for thrust, my body rising to meet his, taking everything he gives me and begging for more.The third orgasm builds slowly, a deep pressure in my core that grows with each thrust. His thumb finds my clit again, rubbing rough circles that push me closer to the edge. "Come for me," he growls against my mouth.
Chapter 4I push myself up from the counter, my legs trembling like they've been disconnected from my brain. The slickness between my thighs coats my skin,It’s a sticky reminder of how he filled me. My panties lie in tatters on the floor, the black lace ruined by his impatience. My fingers trace the bruise forming on my hip where he gripped me, his handprint stamped into my flesh like a brand. The mirror on the wall shows my reflection. My blouse is unbuttoned, my skirt bunched around my waist, hair wild from his fists. My lips are swollen and my neck is marked by his teeth. I look thoroughly fucked.The first rays of dawn filter through my windows when I finally crawl into bed, my body aching in places I didn't know could ache. I drift in and out of sleep dreaming of his rough hands and the way he said my name.A sharp knock at my door yanks me from unconsciousness. I glance at the clock—7:32 AM. It’s too early for anyone to be at my apartment. But my body knows who it is before
Chapter 3The buzz of my phone on the coffee table made me jump. Three days had passed since the fire, three days of contractors' estimates and insurance coming in and out of my home, I knew all their names by heart now.I reached for the phone, my fingers still smudged with soot from where I'd been wiping down the bookshelves.Jake: Just finished a 48. Dead on my feet right now.My heart did that stupid little flutter it always did when his name appeared on my screen…I bit my lip, staring at the message. Two dots appeared, disappeared, then appeared again.Jake: Mind if I crash on your couch for a bit before heading home?My thumbs flew across the screen before I could second-guess myself.Emma: Come over. I'll make coffee.Jake: Don't want coffee. Just want to not be upright for five minutes.Emma: Then come over and just lay down.Twenty minutes later, his key scraped in the lock. I'd given him a spare after he'd helped me board up the damaged section of my kitchen wall. The door s
Chapter 2The next evening feels impossibly long. The acrid smell of smoke has softened, settling into the walls and my clothes like a permanent reminder. I've changed into a simple black skirt and blouse, something easy but not too obvious. My hands keep smoothing down the fabric,a nervous gesture I can't seem to stop.When the knock comes, my heart hammers against my ribs. I open the door to find Jake leaning against the frame, looking completely different without his gear. He's wearing dark jeans that hug his muscular thighs and a faded black T-shirt that stretches across his broad chest, his hair is still damp from a recent shower too. But underneath the clean scent I can smell citrus soap, I can still smell that sharp tang of smoke that clings to him like a second skin."Evening, Emma," he says, his voice deeper without the urgency of yesterday's emergency. "Ready for that safety check?"I step back, letting him inside. "Yeah, come in."His boots are heavy on my hardwood floor
Chapter 3I should fight. But my body is on fire, my mind fogged with need. When his fingers pull free, I whimper at the loss, my hips lifting instinctively.The blunt head of his cock presses against my ass, the stretch immediate and burning. I was tense, my breath coming in short, panicked bursts
Chapter 7Damian stood before me, his dark eyes burning with a mix of lust and need, I was pressed against the confessional booth, the wood rough against my bare back, the rosary beads biting into my wrists as he bound me tightly. The veil that I wore around my face now pooled at my feet, leaving
Chapter 3I stood in the centre of all the books in the library, my fingers trembling as I flipped through another ancient history book, the pages brittle under my touch. The ink bled in places, the words looked smudged with how old they looked, but the message was clear…royalty must marry royalty.
Chapter 1I didn’t realise my father could still raise his voice like that…well, not at me, not after everything we’ve been through together in this kingdom. But the moment the words left his mouth, they broke into a million pieces.“You’re marrying him, Aurora. You have no say in this.”He was sea







