เข้าสู่ระบบChapter 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 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 5Across the table, just a little too far to the left, Alex, my bodyguard, had finally arrived, all dark hair and sharp cheekbones, his broad shoulders barely contained by the tailored black suit. He was supposed to be professional, detached, but his gaze kept slipping…pfft.I knew he was
Chapter 4The gallery was filled with different people, its high ceilings filled with the hushed murmurs of patrons as they wandered between canvases and sculptures. Leonardo’s latest collection Flesh and Surrender had its own the space: it showed naked bodies twisted together , women on top of
Chapter 3Leonardo's chuckle was dark, approving, as he stepped back just enough to give himself room, his hand moving to the fly of his trousers. The sound of his zipper was loud in the quiet of the studio, and my gaze flickered to him, watching as he freed his cock, already hard, already leaking
Chapter 2I was still lying down, sprawled across the worn couch, my dark hair fanned out on it, my skin flushed with the heat of anticipation.My thighs were already slick with more arousal, tremblin







