LOGINChapter 5The cabin door hisses shut behind the stewardess. The sound snaps through the air, and suddenly, the weight of their gazes is back on me, three pairs of eyes burning into my skin, heavier than the storm clouds outside the windows. The jet shudders as it hits the first pocket of turbulence, the engines groaning like a beast waking up. My fingers dig into the silk sheets, the cool fabric slipping under my palms as I try to steady myself, but there’s no balance here. Not with them.Vittorio moves first. His hand slams between my shoulder blades, fingers tangling in my hair, and with one brutal yank, he forces me down onto all fours. The impact knocks the breath from my lungs, my knees sinking into the mattress, the sheets bunching under my weight.His other hand grips my hip, thumb pressing into the bone hard enough to bruise, and I can feel the heat of him behind me before he even touches me elsewhere, the thick pulsing weight of his cock dragging against my thigh, already s
Chapter 4Vittorio’s grip tightens for a little bit before he releases me, stepping aside with a grunt. The loss of his heat is immediate, but Alessio is there, his hand replacing Vittorio’s at the small of my back, steering me up the stairs and into the jet’s cabin.The interior is all cream leather and polished wood, the kind of luxury that screams old money, There’s a bed in the back—king-sized, rumpled, the sheets black silk. My pulse kicks up. Of course there’s a bed. Of course it’s already been used. The thought of them in here without me, their bodies tangled, their hands rough on each other, sends a traitorous rush of heat between my thighs.Dante takes the seat across from me, his long legs spread, his tie already loosened. He watches me with the same detached intensity he uses when he’s about to gut a man. "You’ll sit with me," he says. Alessio chuckles, dropping into the seat beside me before I can move. His thigh presses against mine, the heat of him seeping through the
Chapter 3The warehouse gunfire still echoes in my dreams muffled pops, the acrid sting of gunpowder, the way Vittorio’s grip on my wrist tightened like he’d rather break my bones than let me go. Three months later, and I should be used to the weight of their ownership by now. Should be. But standing in the middle of a private airstrip, my stomach twists like I’m still that girl in the dress she didn’t choose, surrounded by men who’d rather shoot each other than share.Dante adjusts the cuff of his shirt, and his gaze flick over to me "You’re staring," he murmurs, not looking up from his phone. The screen casts a cold blue glow over his sharp cheekbones.I tear my eyes away, but not before I catch the way his thumb lingers on the screen, it’s a a text from some faceless associate, no doubt. "Just admiring the view," I lie, nodding toward the sleek white jet The Morelli crest is emblazoned on the tail, Of course it is. Everything they touch gets marked.Alessio steps into my line of
Chapter 2I want to deny it. I open my mouth to shape the words, and Dante's finger presses harder against my throat, silencing me with the promise of pressure rather than its application. My pulse hammers against his leather-clad skin, a Morse code I can't control, broadcasting everything I need to conceal."Listen to her heart." Dante addresses the others as if I were equipment, machinery requiring calibration. "It speaks more honestly than she will. Fear, yes. But beneath it.." his head tilts, that mechanical assessment softening into something more difficult to read "something else. Something that doesn't know whether to fight or surrender because it has never been offered the choice.""Then we offer it." Vittorio's grip in my hair tightens, His other hand rises to my face, turning my chin until I meet his eyes for the first time. What I find there stops my breath more thoroughly than any threat. Hunger, held in ruthless check. Want, directed with surgical precision. The terri
Chapter 1The warehouse reeks of diesel and old iron, the kind of smell that seeps into fabric and never washes out. I stand in the center of the concrete floor in a dress I didn't choose, emerald silk, cut too low, clinging to hips that have lost weight these past three weeks. My wrists are unbound, but that means nothing. There are twelve men with guns between me and the only door I can see."On your knees."The voice comes from the shadows beyond the industrial floodlights. I don't move. I've learned that much, compliance without command, obedience without dignity, that path leads somewhere worse than this warehouse.A man steps forward. wearing a dark wool overcoat.His eyes are the color of wet slate, and they move over me with the methodical assessment of a man pricing livestock. This is Dante Morelli. I've heard his name whispered in the holding house, always followed by silence."She doesn't follow instructions." His observation carries no weight,like might be commenting
Chapter 5The Maids PovThe heavy oak door swings wide open and Alaric stands there with his shirt half-undone and the golden embroidery along the cuffs catching the torchlight. His gaze locks onto me, dark and hungry, and something inside me clenches. He doesn’t even glance at Mira. "You’re late," he says, voice rough as gravel, and the way his thumb hooks into the waistband of his trousers…fuck, I know what that means. My thighs press together before I can stop them.Mira’s grip on my wrist tightens. "Late for what—" Her words cut off sharp as she follows my line of sight past Alaric, into the chamber beyond.The fire in the hearth has burned low, casting long shadows over the desk…my desk, the one he bent me over just last night, the wood still scored with the imprint of my nails. The inkwell is knocked aside, black ink staining the floor And there, half-hidden behind the heavy drapes, is my discarded apron, the ties snapped.Mira’s breath hisses through her teeth. "Oh, you stupi
Chapter 8The sleek black Mercedes glided to a stop in front of the towering skyscraper; its tinted windows were dark, and no one could see inside, even if they tried. My fingers trembled around the thick envelope in my lap, the divorce papers crisp and final. My body shook with both anticipation
Chapter 1I stood frozen near the teacher’s desk, my fingers clutching the edge of my notebook so tightly the pages crinkled. The door had clicked shut behind me, and the sound scared me; it was deliberate. I wasn’t alone.Footsteps echoed softly, sending shivers down my spine. I didn’t need to tu
Chapter 2My hands shook as I rose to my feet; my legs were unsteady. My fingers fumbled with the buttons of my blouse, each one undoing with a soft click that echoed in the silent room. The fabric slid off my shoulders, pooling at my feet, leaving me in nothing but my lace bra and skirt. Damien'
Chapter 11Richard's strong hands guided me forward; my steps were unsteady beneath the blindfold, and the silk was soft against my skin. His fingers flexed against my waist, possessive yet tender, as if he were memorising the curve of my hip through the thin lace of my dress. "We're here," he mur







