เข้าสู่ระบบChapter 7His words keep turning over in my head—I’m going to ruin you for anyone else and more tears keep slipping out of the corners of my eyes no matter how hard I try to stop them. The sheets are cool against my back, but every place his skin touches mine feels too warm. His cum is already leaking out of me, slow and sticky, running down the insides of my thighs and onto the bed.Dmitri shifts and props himself up on his elbows so he can look at my face. He watches the tears for a long moment, then reaches out and wipes one away with his thumb. He brings the thumb to his mouth and tastes it, eyes still on mine.“Still crying?” His voice is low and rough from everything we just did. “Good. I want you to remember this feeling.”He starts moving again before I can answer. His cock hardens inside me even though he only came a few minutes ago. The stretch burns this time, everything is still too sensitive, too swollen. I make a small sound and try to shift away from the pressure, but
Chapter 6The orgasm hits me hard and sudden, tearing through my body so violently that I scream. My back arches sharply as it keeps rolling through me, one wave after another, and my pussy clenches tight around his cock, pulsing and squeezing while he keeps thrusting into me without slowing down.He comes right after me with a deep, rough groan, flooding me with heat. He doesn’t stop moving right away. He keeps fucking me through it, drawing everything out until my arms give out and I’m left trembling and limp over the desk, barely able to hold myself up.Finally he goes still, buried all the way inside me. I can feel his cock twitching with the last tremors of his realese. We stay like that for a long moment, both of us breathing hard and uneven.When he finally pulls out, it’s slow. I feel his cum start to trickle down the insides of my thighs. I’m still bent over the desk, exposed and used, and I don’t move.“Clean yourself up,” he says. His voice is already calm again and back to
Chapter 5The water is cold now, murky with soap and his release. My knees ache against the marble and my face is pressed to the slick edge where I've been sobbing. Every muscle in my body screams as my ass throbs, It’s a deep, pulsing ache that radiates through my pelvis. I can feel his cum leaking out of me, trailing down my inner thighs in the cooling bathwater.Dmitri's footsteps echo on the tile, then they’re gone. The door clicks shut, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I push myself up slowly even as my body is protesting. The water sloshes around me, gray and disgusting. I need to get out. I need to clean myself.My fingers tremble as I pull the drain plug making the water go away. I turn on the shower and it’s scalding hot, I stand under the spray until my skin turns pink. I scrub myself raw with a rough washcloth, trying to wash away the memory of his hands, his cock and his voice whispering filth in my ear. But it's no use. The scent of him still clings to me like a secon
Chapter 4I hesitate for a fraction of a second, and his hand is on the back of my neck. He doesn’t shove me, he just holds onto me. I step over the edge of the tub and sink into the scalding water. It stings my sore flesh, and I bite my lip to keep from crying out. He follows me in, the water level rising as his large frame displaces it. He sits opposite me, leaning back against the marble with his huge arms stretched out along the edge.“Well?” he prompts. “Begin.”I reach for a washcloth and a bar of soap even though my movements are clumsy. I kneel in the water, the heat seeping into my bones, and start with his chest. The cloth glides over his skin, tracing the hard lines of muscle. It’s surreal, this domestic act in the midst of such depravity.“Use your hands,” he commands. “I want to feel you.”I drop the cloth with my bare hands that are slick with soap. I wash his chest, his shoulders and his arms. The feel of his skin under my palms is electric like a terrifying, unwanted
Chapter 3I don’t remember sleeping, only drifting in and out of a haze, the scent of him still clings to my body…sandalwood smoke and the sex we just still clinging to the silk sheets like a shroud too. My body aches, It’s a deep, tender throb between my thighs, a dull reminder of his possession. I can feel the dried tracks of his cum on my skin, a crusty, shameful evidence of the night before. Every muscle is tight, coiled with a dread that has been fermenting in the pit of my stomach since he left me here, a used and discarded thing.The door clicks open without a knock and I flinch, pulling the sheet up to my chin, but it’s the sharp-featured woman. She is holding a simple black dress. It's the same one from yesterday. Her eyes flicker over me, taking in my state without a trace of emotion, like I’m a piece of furniture she’s about to polish. She lays the dress on the foot of the bed and turns to wait for me. The message is clear: she wants me to get up and get dressed.My le
Chapter 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
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 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 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 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.







