LOGINMAYAI sat cross-legged on the soft rug in the living room with a half-empty mug of tea warming my hands, while Mom and Nicole occupied the couch across from me. Afternoon light poured through the tall windows, turning everything golden and gentle. For the first time in what felt like forever, the house didn’t feel heavy with unspoken fear. It felt like home again.Nicole was the one who finally said it out loud. “So… you’re really doing this,” she said, eyes bright but careful. “Marriage. And… kids?”My cheeks warmed. I glanced down at my tea, then back up at the two women who had held me through every nightmare. “I am. I want it. All of it. With him.”Mom’s expression softened into something so tender it made my throat tighten. She reached across and rested her hand over mine. “You’ve been through so much, Maya. Are you sure your heart is ready for that kind of forever?”I nodded, the truth rising easy and steady in my chest. “I’ve never been more sure of anything. When I was… g
MAYAI was drowning in it.The dream had me naked, skin flushed and fever-hot, thighs slick with my own arousal. I could feel it- thick and shameless, soaking the sheets beneath me and dripping down the cleft of my ass. My hips rolled on their own, desperate, chasing friction that wasn’t there until suddenly it was. A hard, thick length nestled right between my folds.I whimpered in my sleep, grinding harder, coating that semi-erect cock in the wetness that kept pulsing out of me in tiny, humiliating spurts. It felt so good. So filthy. My clit dragged along the ridged underside with every restless rock of my hips and soft, broken sounds spilled from my open mouth. “Maya…”The voice was low, rough with sleep, and so close it ghosted over the back of my neck. Soft lips pressed between my shoulder blades.My eyes fluttered open.Reality slammed into me at the same time as the realization of what I was doing. I was naked. Tristan was naked behind me. And I was shamelessly grinding my so
MAYASeven days.Seven days since the hospital doors had closed behind us and the world had tried to pretend everything could go back to normal. My body was healing and the bruises had faded to dull yellows and greens. The cuts on my wrists were closed. But the fear… the fear lived deeper. It waited until the house went quiet, until the lights dimmed, until I closed my eyes and the forest came rushing back- cold rain, iron chains, Andre’s smile.So I stopped sleeping in my room.The living room felt safer. I could see the kitchen where Mom moved around, the hallway where Dad’s study light stayed on late, the corner where Nicole usually sat with her laptop. Yeah, She ended up moving in with us for me and especially mom and dad did not want her to feel alone since she had always been part of our family.Even the quiet presence of the staff drifting through the house grounded me. I was only in a soft oversized sweater and panties, a thick blanket pulled up to my chin and curled on the
MAYAThe first thing I felt was the weight.Not the pain though that was there but, a dull, deep ache that lived in every muscle and bone, but the heaviness of simply existing again. My eyelids were lead and my throat was like sandpaper. Somewhere nearby, machines beeped in a slow, steady rhythm that matched the sluggish thud of my own heart.Maybe days?I didn’t know it yet, but that was how long I had been gone. My lips parted. A dry, cracked sound scraped out of me. “Mom…?”The chair scraped. Footsteps. Then my mother’s face was above me, eyes already flooding, hands trembling as they cupped my cheeks like she was afraid I might vanish again.“Maya- oh my God, Maya-” Her voice broke completely. She pressed her forehead to mine, tears dripping onto my skin. “You’re awake. You’re awake, baby. You’re here.”A second presence filled the other side of the bed. My father’s large, warm hand closed over mine. When I managed to turn my head, his eyes were red-rimmed, jaw clenched so tight
TRISTAN I looked at him the way a man looks at something already dead.Andre was on his knees in the abandoned warehouse, wrists bound above his head, blood already running in thin rivers down his arms. I had stripped off my jacket and …. Rolled up my sleeves. Every movement was deliberate. Calm. Deadly. He had touched her. He had put his hands on Maya. That single truth was all the permission I needed.I crouched in front of him, close enough that he could see the absolute absence of mercy in my eyes. “You made her bleed,” I said quietly. My voice didn’t rise. It didn’t need to. “You chained her in the rain like an animal. You made her cold. You made her scared. You made her call for me while she was slipping away.”Andre’s throat worked. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth where my fist had already split his lip. “Tristan- listen-”I backhanded him hard enough to snap his head to the side. The crack echoed. “Don’t say my name,” I murmured. “You lost the right the second y
TRISTAN I found her hovering on the edge.Maya’s body was ice in my arms, so cold it felt like the rain had soaked straight through to her bones. Her skin was pale, almost translucent under the faint light filtering into the hollow, lips tinged blue, and every shallow breath she took rattled something deep inside my chest. She was still with me- barely but I could feel how close she was to slipping. Hypothermia. Shock. Blood loss. Any of it could take her if I didn’t do something now.“Maya.” My voice came out rough, almost broken. I pressed my forehead to hers, rainwater dripping from my hair onto her face. “Stay with me. You’re freezing. I know it hurts, but I need you to stay right here with me.” She made a soft, weak sound. Her fingers twitched against my soaked shirt. That tiny movement nearly undid me.I didn’t hesitate. Fear clawed up my throat, sharp and urgent. If I kept her in these wet clothes, she would keep losing heat. I stripped my jacket first, then my shirt, the col
MAYAI couldn’t believe what I had just done.My palm still stung from the force of the slap. The sharp crack of skin meeting skin echoed in my ears like a gunshot. Tristan’s head had snapped to the side, and for one terrifying second the car was completely silent except for my ragged sobs.I had s
MayaMy eyelashes fluttered as his hot breath washed over my face. His exhale felt like a spark against my already feverish skin. Slowly, I lifted my gaze to meet his. Those endless black eyes that always looked right through me, even in my wildest fantasies.For one dizzying second, the alcohol h
MayaHis name came out small, trembling, almost a question. Like if I said it too loud he might vanish. But he didn’t. He was there. Still. This couldn’t be real.I blinked once. Twice. Three times. My lashes fluttered hard, like I could force the hallucination to shatter. But he didn’t disappear.
MayaAm I gay?The question kept echoing in my head like a broken record, louder than the pounding music vibrating through the strip club. I sat frozen on the red velvet couch in the VIP section with my half empty glass of vodka sweating in my hand. It burned down my throat every time I took a sip







