LOGINChapter 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
Chapter 1I was stacking the last chairs when the door opened.Two men stepped in like they belonged there. They wore dark coats that were wet from the rain, They scanned the room, looking like they were in no haste at all. The taller one looked straight at me and the other locked the door behind them without saying a word.My stomach dropped.“We’re closed,” I said, keeping my voice steady even though my hands had gone cold.He didn’t answer. He just walked to the counter, pulled a black envelope from his coat, and set it down on the wood. Then he stepped back and waited.I stared at it. Part of me already knew I shouldn’t touch it. The other part knew I didn’t have a choice.I picked it up and slid my finger under the flap. There was a photograph that made my throat close. It was my brother, his face was swollen, one eye sealed shut, blood dried at the corner of his mouth. On the back, in heavy black handwriting: The debt is yours now.I looked up. “Where is he?”The tall one didn’t
Chapter 5That's all the encouragement he needs. He pulls out almost completely, then slams back in. The force steals my breath, the pleasure so intense it feels painful yet sweet. He sets a brutal pace, each thrust harder than the last, his balls slapping against my ass. The bed creaks beneath us, the headboard banging against the wall."Fuck, you're so fucking tight," he groans, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to leave bruises. "So fucking perfect."His mouth finds mine again, all teeth and desperation. He fucks me like he's trying to crawl inside me, like he wants to possess every part of me. My nails dig into his back, leaving red trails on his skin. I meet him thrust for thrust, my body rising to meet his, taking everything he gives me and begging for more.The third orgasm builds slowly, a deep pressure in my core that grows with each thrust. His thumb finds my clit again, rubbing rough circles that push me closer to the edge. "Come for me," he growls against my mouth.
Chapter 2 The air outside the academy is cold enough to bite, but Elliot is warm beside me, practically dragging me toward the waiting Uber he ordered before I even agreed to go out. That’s Elliot, always two steps ahead, always with glitter in his veins.We slide into the backseat together, and
Chapter 3Adrian stood there like a god-like figure bathed in the red glow of the room’s lighting, his skin glistening with a sheen of sweat, his grey hair shimmering like silver. His eyes locked onto mine, piercing and intense, as he stepped into the room. “Hello, beautiful,” his deep voice rumbl
Chapter 3The pool area was already bursting with energy when we arrived. Music pulsed through the air, the bass thrumming in my chest. Bodies glistened under moonlight, laughter and splashes filling the air as Elara's friends lounged on chaises, sipped cocktails, or dove into the shimmering blue w
Chapter 6 My fingers dug into the cold granite countertop at his request, my knuckles turned bone-white, and my breath came in short, sharp gasps. My spine was arched up, my ass lifting instinctively, presenting myself to him like an offering. The air was thick with the scent of my arousal, my we







