LOGINChapter 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 2The aftershocks are still ripping through me, my pussy clenching and fluttering around Wren’s thick cock like it’s trying to milk every last drop from him. My body is wrecked trembling, oversensitive, dripping with sweat and our combined juices. I can barely catch my breath, chest heaving, when his grip on my hips tightens again. Those long, strong fingers dig into my soft flesh with renewed hunger.He doesn’t pull out. He stays buried to the hilt, stretching me open, the heavy throb of his cock a constant, overwhelming reminder that I’m completely full of him.“Ride me, Lila,” he commands, voice low and rough like gravel wrapped in silk. “Show me the desperate little mortal who wandered into my ring. Fuck me like your freedom depends on it…. well because it does.”My thighs shake. Every muscle feels liquid, used up from the brutal way he just fucked me. Part of me wants to beg for a moment to recover, to let the burning ache between my legs settle. But the glowing brand o
Chapter 1 Chapter 1The moss squelches under my sneakers, wet, It’s a wet nasty sound that cuts through the silence of the woods. I never should’ve followed the path this deep. My phone died miles back, and now the trees feel like they’re closing in on me, The air smells strange and sharp like wet soil mixed with crushed mint that burns my nose.Then I see it: a perfect ring of glowing toadstools shining with soft, eerie light. My heart slams against my ribs, but my feet keep moving like someone else is controlling them. The moment I step over the mushrooms, the world beneath me disappears.I’m suddenly standing on polished black stone that mirrors a swirling violet-and-black sky. It’s suddenly so cold, cutting straight through my jacket.“Well, well… a lost little bird.”The voice is low, smoky, and sounds very dangerous. I whirl around and nearly fall. He’s leaning against a throne of twisted black iron. Wren. I've heard tales about him, I know exactly what he is: the Unseelie
Chapter 5 Wife’s PovThe words hang in the air like a threat sentence. "My turn." My designer trousers are already damp, my pussy throbbing with a sick, twisted need that makes my stomach clench. I look at Marcus. He looks so pathetic, trembling, his cock limp against his thigh and then at Kayla, smirking on the bed like she's won something."You think this is a game?" I snarl, stepping forward until my heels press into the discarded silk of Kayla's robe. "You think you can fuck my husband in our bed….well, not our bed, but still. and just walk away?" My hand shoots out, grabbing Kayla's throat, squeezing just enough to make her eyes widen. "On your knees. Now."Kayla's smirk falters for a second, but she complies, sliding off the bed onto the hardwood floor. Good. I like that she knows when to submit. Marcus tries to shrink away, but I grab his hair, yanking his head back. "And you, you don't get to move. You're going to be my little toy tonight. My weapon."I shove Marcus towar
Chapter 4He whimpers, trying to cover himself, but I slap his hands away.“See this, Eleanor?” I wrap my fingers around his shaft and stroke him slowly, base to tip. Marcus moans loud, hips jerking up into my fist. “This is what he turns into for me. A desperate, leaking slut who’ll ruin his whole life just to get fucked.”Eleanor’s tongue darts out, wetting her lips. Her eyes are locked on his cock as I pump him. “He’s never… never like this with me.”“Because you don’t know how to break him,” I say, voice dripping with mock sympathy. I climb onto the bed and straddle Marcus’s hips, rubbing my soaked pussy along his length. “He doesn’t want gentle. He wants to be used. Ruined. He wants to cry.”Marcus’s hands fly to my thighs, gripping hard. “Kayla… fuck…”I sink down onto him in one long, smooth motion, taking every inch. We both groan…loud, raw, filthy. He stretches me perfectly, still slick from before. I start riding him hard, rolling my hips in deep, punishing circles.“Look a
Chapter 3The phone buzzes again on the nightstand in my bedroom. Marcus is still curled up on my sheets like a broken man, his skin shiny with sweat, tear tracks streaking his flushed cheeks. Our mixed juices glisten on his softening cock and thighs. He looks wrecked. Beautifully wrecked though.“Look at you,” I purr, dragging my nails lightly over the damp sheets beside his hip. “All shaky and pathetic. Your wife is blowing up your phone, Marcus. Want me to read her text out loud?”He buries his face deeper into the pillow, voice muffled and desperate. “No… Kayla, please. Just let me”I snatch the phone anyway, swiping it open with a wicked little smile. Eleanor’s message hits like a slap: “I’m coming over. Don’t you dare leave.”A slow, hungry grin spreads across my face. “Oh, honey. The queen herself is on her way. Better clean up quick. Wouldn’t want her seeing what a filthy mess you’ve made of yourself… and my bed.”Marcus’s eyes go wide with fresh panic. He starts to scramble
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







