ログインChapter 6My skin is slick with sweat and their release, my thighs trembling, my breath coming in ragged gasps. I don’t even have the strength to lift my head when the soft click of the cabin door unlocking cuts through the roar of the engines.My muscles tense instinctively, but before I can react, the door slides open just enough for the stewardess to slip back inside, her arms carefully balancing a silver ice bucket with a champagne bottle nestled inside. Her gaze flicks up, just for a second and her breath catches. The bucket tilts as her eyes widen, taking in the scene: me, naked and wrecked, the sheets beneath me damp with fluids that aren’t just mine, the three men looming over me like predators who’ve just finished feeding. Vittorio is still half-hard, his cock glistening as he tucks it back into his slacks with a slow, deliberate motion. Alessio’s fingers trace idle patterns over my hip, his touch possessive even in laziness. And Dante, Dante stands near the window, his s
Chapter 5The cabin door hisses shut behind the stewardess. The sound snaps through the air, and suddenly, the weight of their gazes is back on me, three pairs of eyes burning into my skin, heavier than the storm clouds outside the windows. The jet shudders as it hits the first pocket of turbulence, the engines groaning like a beast waking up. My fingers dig into the silk sheets, the cool fabric slipping under my palms as I try to steady myself, but there’s no balance here. Not with them.Vittorio moves first. His hand slams between my shoulder blades, fingers tangling in my hair, and with one brutal yank, he forces me down onto all fours. The impact knocks the breath from my lungs, my knees sinking into the mattress, the sheets bunching under my weight.His other hand grips my hip, thumb pressing into the bone hard enough to bruise, and I can feel the heat of him behind me before he even touches me elsewhere, the thick pulsing weight of his cock dragging against my thigh, already s
Chapter 4Vittorio’s grip tightens for a little bit before he releases me, stepping aside with a grunt. The loss of his heat is immediate, but Alessio is there, his hand replacing Vittorio’s at the small of my back, steering me up the stairs and into the jet’s cabin.The interior is all cream leather and polished wood, the kind of luxury that screams old money, There’s a bed in the back—king-sized, rumpled, the sheets black silk. My pulse kicks up. Of course there’s a bed. Of course it’s already been used. The thought of them in here without me, their bodies tangled, their hands rough on each other, sends a traitorous rush of heat between my thighs.Dante takes the seat across from me, his long legs spread, his tie already loosened. He watches me with the same detached intensity he uses when he’s about to gut a man. "You’ll sit with me," he says. Alessio chuckles, dropping into the seat beside me before I can move. His thigh presses against mine, the heat of him seeping through the
Chapter 3The warehouse gunfire still echoes in my dreams muffled pops, the acrid sting of gunpowder, the way Vittorio’s grip on my wrist tightened like he’d rather break my bones than let me go. Three months later, and I should be used to the weight of their ownership by now. Should be. But standing in the middle of a private airstrip, my stomach twists like I’m still that girl in the dress she didn’t choose, surrounded by men who’d rather shoot each other than share.Dante adjusts the cuff of his shirt, and his gaze flick over to me "You’re staring," he murmurs, not looking up from his phone. The screen casts a cold blue glow over his sharp cheekbones.I tear my eyes away, but not before I catch the way his thumb lingers on the screen, it’s a a text from some faceless associate, no doubt. "Just admiring the view," I lie, nodding toward the sleek white jet The Morelli crest is emblazoned on the tail, Of course it is. Everything they touch gets marked.Alessio steps into my line of
Chapter 2I want to deny it. I open my mouth to shape the words, and Dante's finger presses harder against my throat, silencing me with the promise of pressure rather than its application. My pulse hammers against his leather-clad skin, a Morse code I can't control, broadcasting everything I need to conceal."Listen to her heart." Dante addresses the others as if I were equipment, machinery requiring calibration. "It speaks more honestly than she will. Fear, yes. But beneath it.." his head tilts, that mechanical assessment softening into something more difficult to read "something else. Something that doesn't know whether to fight or surrender because it has never been offered the choice.""Then we offer it." Vittorio's grip in my hair tightens, His other hand rises to my face, turning my chin until I meet his eyes for the first time. What I find there stops my breath more thoroughly than any threat. Hunger, held in ruthless check. Want, directed with surgical precision. The terri
Chapter 1The warehouse reeks of diesel and old iron, the kind of smell that seeps into fabric and never washes out. I stand in the center of the concrete floor in a dress I didn't choose, emerald silk, cut too low, clinging to hips that have lost weight these past three weeks. My wrists are unbound, but that means nothing. There are twelve men with guns between me and the only door I can see."On your knees."The voice comes from the shadows beyond the industrial floodlights. I don't move. I've learned that much, compliance without command, obedience without dignity, that path leads somewhere worse than this warehouse.A man steps forward. wearing a dark wool overcoat.His eyes are the color of wet slate, and they move over me with the methodical assessment of a man pricing livestock. This is Dante Morelli. I've heard his name whispered in the holding house, always followed by silence."She doesn't follow instructions." His observation carries no weight,like might be commenting
Chapter 3My cock sprang free, aching and leaking, but Dylan didn’t touch it. Instead, he grabbed my ankles, jerking me to the edge of the couch, my ass hanging half-off.“Spread your legs,” he ordered, and I did, my thighs trembling. The first slap to my inner thigh made me jump, the sting sharp a
The King’s Pov Selene Vaelor stands in the center of the chamber, her wrists bound in silver chains that should make her tremble, but don’t. She’s smaller than I expected, but there’s nothing fragile about the way she holds herself. Her spine is straight, her chin lifted just enough to meet my ga
Chapter 5The elevator doors slide shut with a quiet ding, sealing me inside with him. The space is too small, too intimate, the mirros reflecting our disheveled states, his suit still clean and straight despite how rough he was with me.My pulse thrums in my throat, my body still aching from the
Chapter 1I step through the wrought-iron gates, the clatter of the ticket booth closing behind me, and for a second, I let myself believe this might work, that the noise, the chaos, the press of strangers might drown out the voice in my head that won’t stop whispering you’re empty, you’re empty, y







