เข้าสู่ระบบChapter 3He pulls out slowly, and the sudden emptiness hits me so hard all at once. A wet, filthy sound accompanies the movement, and I feel the hot rush of his cum leaking from my stretched, pulsing pussy. Thick strands slide down my swollen inner thighs, smearing across the ruined leather seat. I’m slumped boneless against the door, chest heaving, the torn red silk of the dress clinging damply to my sweat-slick curves. My hair sticks to my face in wild strands. Every breath feels raw, shaky, like I’ve been hollowed out and remade in the shape of him.Rafe leans back in the passenger seat, suit rumpled, tie loose, looking every bit the satisfied predator. His dark eyes drag over me, lingering on the bite marks blooming across my breasts, the bruises already forming on my hips, the obscene mess between my legs. A slow, possessive smile curves his lips.“Look at you,” he murmurs, voice rough as gravel from exertion. “A fucking masterpiece. All marked up and dripping for me.”Somet
Chapter 2The cold clings to me long after Rafe goes back into the shadows. I stand frozen in the alley, rain hammering down, plastering my hair to my skull. The lights from The Rusty Spoon flickers across the wet pavement in streaks of green and purple. The baggie of pills sits heavy in my palm, but the real heat pulsing through me has nothing to do with them. Its the feeling of his thumb stroking my cheek, the low rasp of his voice against my ear, the way my body had leaned into him like it already knew who it belonged to.By the time I make it home, I’m soaked to the bone. My tiny apartment feels even smaller tonight. I peel off the drenched wool coat and clothes, leaving them in a sodden heap on the bathroom floor, and step under the scalding spray. Water beats against my skin until it turns pink, but it does nothing to wash away the memory of his touch. I fall asleep to the scent of rain mixed with smoke and the smell of Rafe.I wake up in the morning and for some reason I ha
Chapter 1 The neon sign for "The Rusty Spoon" buzzed and flickered above the alley, showing rays of pink and blue across the slick pavement. Rain fell steadily on the dumpsters and fire escapes, turning everything into a hazy mess.I shifted my messenger bag higher on my shoulder, the strap digging in. Inside were half-finished logo mocks, client notes, and the familiar knot of panic that had been tightening in my chest for weeks. Three overdue projects. Seven rounds of revisions. And that bright yellow eviction notice taped to my door this morning. My stomach twisted just thinking about it.I wiped rain from my eyes and checked my phone again. 11:47. He was late. My teeth found my thumbnail, biting down hard enough to sting. The sharp little pain grounded me, but it wasn’t what I really needed. What I craved for.Footsteps cut through the downpour They were slow, confident, unhurried. I pressed my back against the cold brick wall, feeling the rough texture snag my coat. My pulse
Chapter 5 Its morning now and I sit at the long dining table, the polished black stone shockingly cold against my bare thighs. The clothes Wren gave me feel strange and rough after hours of being naked, The silk feel itchy instead of soothing. Across from me, Wren lounges at the head of the table like a king on his throne, lazily picking at a piece of dark, glistening fruit. His posture is relaxed, but the air between is tense. Lesser fae servants line the walls, They're translucent-skinned creatures with bottomless black eyes. They stand unnaturally still, not breathing, not blinking. Just waiting. Wren tosses the fruit pit onto the table. The sharp clatter makes me jump. His void-black eyes lift to mine, stripping me bare with a single look. “The sun is up,” he says, voice that low, rumbling purr that sinks into my bones. “The night is over. Our deal is fulfilled.” My heart slams against my ribs. The brand on my palm throbs in time with my pulse, a constant reminder of ever
Chapter 4The heavy door clicks open, the sound and I flinch hard, yanking instinctively at the chains biting into my wrists. The magic holds fast, keeping me spread and helpless on the black silk. Wren steps into the room, framed by the sickly purple glow of the hallway. He isn’t alone.A second figure stumbles in behind him, a female fae with moonlight, pale skin and wild silver hair that falls like liquid over her shoulders. She’s nearly naked, wearing only a torn, sheer shift that clings to her curves and does nothing to hide the fresh bruises blooming across her thighs and hips. Her wide eyes dart around before locking onto me bound, naked, and still leaking Wren’s cum onto the sheets.Wren kicks the door shut with a final-sounding thud. He grabs the fae by the nape of her neck, fingers digging in possessively, and drags her toward the bed like a prize.“Look, little mortal,” he purrs, voice low and dripping with cruel amusement. He shoves her onto the mattress beside me. Sh
Chapter 3I lie sprawled on the black silk sheets, chest heaving as I fight to drag air into my scorched lungs. Every inch of me aches, delicious, terrible aches that refuse to fade. My thighs are sticky with Wren’s cum and my own slick, the evidence of how thoroughly he used me cooling against my skin. The scent of him still clings to everything: dark wine, woodsmoke, and that sharp metallic bite of blood that makes my stomach twist with fear and something far more shameful.The brand on my palm throbs steadily, like a second heartbeat reminding me I belong to him now. I stare at the swirling shadows on the ceiling, trying to pull myself together. He left. For a moment, stupid hope flickered in my chest. If I could just get up, find a way out of this obsidian nightmare before he returned…I force myself to move. Muscles scream in protest as I sit up, thighs trembling. My pussy feels raw and swollen, still leaking his release in slow, humiliating drips down my inner thighs. I swin
Chapter 1The van’s engine hums under my ass as Scott takes a sharp left, He’s driving like we’re being chased. Cory’s got his phone out, thumbs flying over the screen, but he won’t look at me. Bastard’s been smirking since we left my place.“Man, where the fuck are you guys taking me for my birt
Chapter 3The music pulses through me. It’s a slow rhythm that gets me through my routine every time.My body moves seductively, every roll of my hips deliberate, every arch of my back calculated to tease. Jenny and Rufus, the married couple who sit close together on the velvet couch, their bodies
Chapter 4His fingers withdraw, and I whine at the loss, but then he’s spinning me around, his hand fisting in my hair, yanking my head back. His mouth crashes onto mine, brutal and demanding. His tongue forces its way past my lips, tasting me, claiming me. I try to fight it, but he just laughs a
Chapter 1My fingers tap restlessly against the steering wheel, my nails chipped and glossy with last night’s half-peeled manicure. I shouldn’t be driving. I know that. The whiskey burns in my stomach, sour and thick, and the last line I did back at the club still buzzes behind my eyes, making the







