LOGINChapter 5The Maids PovThe heavy oak door swings wide open and Alaric stands there with his shirt half-undone and the golden embroidery along the cuffs catching the torchlight. His gaze locks onto me, dark and hungry, and something inside me clenches. He doesn’t even glance at Mira. "You’re late," he says, voice rough as gravel, and the way his thumb hooks into the waistband of his trousers…fuck, I know what that means. My thighs press together before I can stop them.Mira’s grip on my wrist tightens. "Late for what—" Her words cut off sharp as she follows my line of sight past Alaric, into the chamber beyond.The fire in the hearth has burned low, casting long shadows over the desk…my desk, the one he bent me over just last night, the wood still scored with the imprint of my nails. The inkwell is knocked aside, black ink staining the floor And there, half-hidden behind the heavy drapes, is my discarded apron, the ties snapped.Mira’s breath hisses through her teeth. "Oh, you stupi
Chapter 4The Maids PovMy fingers tremble as I adjust the high collar of my maid’s uniform, but it’s useless, the fabric clings to my skin, too thin to hide the dark, bruised imprint of Alaric’s teeth. The mark pulses when I touch it, a slow, throbbing reminder of last night. Of his hands pinning me down, his voice rough in my ear, You’ll wear my mark where everyone can see it.I swallow hard, The castle is already filled with movement, servants bustling with trays of breakfast, guards exchanging quiet words, the distant clatter of silverware from the great hall. And then there’s her…Mira, the head laundress, her arms folded over her apron as she blocks my path. Her gaze locks onto my neck before I can even force a smile.“Good morning, Lyselle,” she says, her voice sweet as poisoned honey. “You look… flustered.”My fingers twitch at my sides. I can feel the heat creeping up my cheeks, betraying me. “Just warm from the kitchens,” I lie, forcing a laugh that sounds too high, too bri
Chapter 3The Prince’s PovThe desk groans under Lyselle’s weight as I drive into her again, my cock buried to the hilt, her tight little cunt clenching around me like she never wants me to leave. Her nails rake down my back, her heels digging into the edge of the desk hard enough to leave marks in the polished wood. The firelight flickers over her skin, catching the sheen of sweat on her breasts, the way her nipples tighten every time I bottom out inside her. She’s still trembling from her last orgasm, her body oversensitive, but she takes me like she was made for it—like she needs it.“Fuck…Alaric!” Her voice breaks, her back arching off the desk as I grind my hips against hers, my cock hitting that spot deep inside that makes her whimper. I can feel her pulse around me, her walls fluttering, and I know she’s close again. But I’m not done with her yet.I slow my thrusts, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in, just to hear her gasp. My fingers dig into her hips,
Chapter 2 The Maid’s PovThe latch clicks behind me, the heavy oak door sealing shut.The chamber is darker than before, only the embers in the hearth cast a dim, flickering glow, painting Alaric’s sharp features in gold and shadow. He hasn’t moved from where he stands near the desk, his broad shoulders tense beneath the fine linen of his shirt, his knuckles white where they grip the edge of the wood. The air between us is thick, charged, I barely have time to draw breath before he’s on me.His hand slams against the door above my head, the impact rattling the hinges, his body pressing mine flat against the wood. The scent of him floods my senses as his mouth crashes onto mine, not a kiss but a claim. His teeth graze my lower lip, biting just hard enough to make me gasp, and his tongue plunges inside, hot and demanding. I moan into him, my fingers clawing at his shoulders, not to push him away but to pull him closer, to anchor myself as his free hand rips at the laces of my bodic
Chapter 1I should be reviewing the trade agreements from the southern provinces, parchment spread across my desk, inkwell uncorked, but my focus keeps slipping. Not to the numbers, not to the seals pressed into wax, but to the way the door creaks open without a knock.Lyselle steps inside, her skirts whispering against the floor. She doesn’t announce herself. She never does. Just enters like she belongs here, like the rules of court don’t apply to the way she moves through my space. The scent of lavender and warm bread clings to her, the kind that lingers after she’s been in the kitchens too long, stealing bites when she thinks no one’s watching.“I brought more wine, Your Highness,” she murmurs, setting the decanter on the sideboard with deliberate slowness. Her fingers are long and elegant, the kind that should be playing a lute instead of scrubbing floors.I don’t look up. Not yet. The quill hovers over the parchment, my grip tightening just enough to make the feathers shift.
Chapter 6Maya doesn't look away. Her eyes, dark and glittering in the low light, rake over me, taking in the heave of my chest, the way my fists clench at my sides, the flush that refuses to fade from my cheeks. She knows exactly what she’s doing. She knows I’m rooted to the spot, my knees tremble.Slowly, deliberately, she shifts her weight. The mattress sighs beneath her, a sound that seems deafening in the quiet room. She spreads her legs wider, an obscene invitation that feels more like a challenge. The rose toy, still buzzing with that low, insistent hum, hovers just inches from her clit. She doesn't press it down. She holds it there, teasing herself, letting the anticipation build…or maybe just letting me watch her hand shake slightly with the effort of holding back."You're still here," she murmurs. Her voice is husky, wrecked from the moans I interrupted, but there’s a smirk curling the corner of her mouth. It’s a cruel twist of her lips. "I thought you were going to stor
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







