LOGINChapter 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 5I wait for the shift. I wait for her to crawl up my body, to wrap her arms around me, to look at me with that same hunger she had when she was tearing my clothes off. I expect the obsession to kick in now, the realization that I’m the one who just made her fall apart, that I’m the one who can give her what she needs. I expect her to be addicted, just like I am.Instead, she sits up. The movement is casual, indifferent. She runs a hand through her messy hair, smoothing it back from her face, and glances at the clock on her desk."Shit," she mutters, peeling herself away from me. "I promised Chad I’d meet him at the union."The cold air rushes in where her body heat used to be. I push myself up on my elbows, my blouse hanging open, my skirt still bunched around my waist. "Chad?""Yeah. He’s got that vape pen I wanted." She stands up, stretching her arms over her head, her spine cracking. She looks completely unbothered, while I feel like I’ve been turned inside out. "You goo
Chapter 4The friction of my thumb against her clit is frantic, uncoordinated, but the way she’s clamping down on my fingers tells me it doesn’t need to be perfect. I curl my digits inside her, seeking that ridged spot that makes her breath hitch, and I’m rewarded by a sharp, broken cry that tears from her throat."Make me fucking cum," she demands, her voice cracking, and I redouble my efforts. I pump my hand harder, the wet, sucking sounds of her pussy filling the small room, drowning out the hum of the dorm’s air conditioner. I can feel the tremors starting in her thighs, vibrating against my wrist where I’m pressed into her. She’s close. I can taste it in the air, sharp and metallic.Suddenly, her knees buckle. It’s not a graceful slide; it’s a total collapse of structure. Her legs give out, and gravity takes over. I try to catch her, but my hand is still buried deep inside her cunt, keeping us together. We go down in a chaotic tangle of limbs, the back of her head thumping dul
Chapter 3My heart hammers against my ribs like a trapped bird, the rhythm so violent I can feel it in my teeth. I try to form a denial, to summon the voice of the studious, composed girl I was ten minutes ago, but the words dissolve on my tongue. All I can see is the sheer black lace clinging to her skin, the dark shadow of her areolas visible through the fabric, the way her hipbones cut sharp angles above the waistband of her boyshorts.Something inside me snaps. I don't decide to move. My body just acts.I surge forward.I slam into Maya, the impact jarring us both. I drive her backward until her spine collides with the plaster wall. A dull thud echoes through the room, followed immediately by the frantic rustle of our clothes. I have her pinned. My hands are on her, not tentative or shaking anymore, but gripping her shoulders with a desperate force, my fingers digging into the soft skin above her collarbone.Maya gasps, a sharp intake of breath that sounds like surprise and del
Chapter 3Cole’s entire body locks up, a broken sound tearing from his throat as the redhead’s mouth descends on him again, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock before she takes him to the back of her throat.The raven-haired witch shoves him to his knees with a rough laugh. Her foot pre
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 4The moment the last witch’s fingers slip from Cole’s spent body, the chamber door slams shut behind them, the echo of their laughter still clinging to the damp air. He lies sprawled on the cold stone floor, his chest heaving, his cock is still twitching from the forced orgasm, his thighs
The dungeon door creaks open with a slow groan, the hinges protesting under the weight of the six witches as they come into the chamber. Their laughter is sharp, and mocking, their fingers already toying with the straps of their leather harnesses, the buckles of their cuffs and the metal of their







