Her pulse raced as he approached the bed, the ties in his hands seemed to promise her a night that she wouldn’t forget. “Open your legs wider,” he instructed, calm but yet commanding. She obeyed, her breath hitched as he grabbed her hands, and bounded her wrists together firmly. He used the other tie to bind her ankles, spreading her wide, exposed. He stood back, as he admired his handwork. His gaze raked over her helpless form.“Perfect,” he murmured, his voice thick with hunger. “Now, let’s see how well you serve your master.” Nia’s body quivered as he climbed onto the bed, his weight settled between her thighs. She could feel his heat, the unmistakable hardness of his cock pressing at her entrance. “Beg for it,” he urged, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down her spine. Her whole body trembled at his touch, surprisingly co-operating with him despite how much she hated him.But she wasn’t being Nia right now, she was being Vivienne, and Vivienne wanted to be fucked so
Nia’s breath caught in her throat, her chest heaving as the Duke’s words tore through the haze of her pleasure wearing off . The hatred in his voice, the venom he so effortlessly spat about Rosetta—it was unbearable.She sat up, pulling the duvet hastily over her body, desperate to cover herself. Her hands trembled as she adjusted the fabric, her mind spinning with disgust—at him, at herself, and at the tangled mess she had allowed herself to fall into.Every part of him reminded her of Michael, and her mistakes How she let herself put up with him for so long, all while she was being blackmailed to marry him , and yet she wanted to make a worthless marriage work so bad The Duke leaned back, his chest heaving, a smug satisfaction covered his features. He rubbed a hand through his damp hair, his lips curled into a sneer.“Why can’t that slut just die on her own?” he snarled, more to himself than to her. “Why make me do it for her? And yet, she still betrayed me.”Nia swallowed hard, h
“Rosetta, don’t shoot!” Eros warned, his voice laced with fear, Nia’s grip on the gun tightened, her eyes blazed with fury as she snapped back, “Tell me why I shouldn’t blow her head off! She wanted to kill us anyway.” “Then do it,” Vivienne sneered, her lips curled into a taunting smirk. “You don’t have the guts.” Suddenly, the sharp sound of the door bursting open startled them all. The Duke rushed in, confusion plastered all over his face, his sharp gaze immediately locked onto Nia, who instinctively pointed the gun toward him. The guards behind him stepped forward, ready to intervene, but the Duke raised a hand, halting them. “Vivienne,” the Duke thundered, his voice echoed through the chamber. “What’s going on here?” Vivienne glanced nervously between Nia and the Duke, trying to regain her composure, but the tension couldn’t be avoided . “You dare point a gun at me, Rosetta?” The Duke’s voice dropped to a dangerous growl as he took a step closer. “You’ve truly lost your
“Get away from her!” He yelled, shoving the duke aside, and rushed towards the stage. Nia’s eyes fluttered open. As she had already waited for death, sweat beads formed on her forehead, her mouth had already dried, being too long on the wheel was taking strength from her, and her stomach tied in knots. Gasps filled the room as Eros dashed in between two waiters, crashing in between them as the tall, stacked glasses of champagne arranged in their tray came clattering down in a glassy mess. Murmurs filled the room as Eros grabbed the knife from the stunned performer. His chest rose and fell; fear was plastered all over his face. He couldn’t make the same mistake he did for two lives. He’d rather lose his own life than lose hers; he refused to be foolish. “Eros…”Nia mouthed weakly, taking in his scared state as he placed himself in between her and the spinning wheel, protecting her with his body as he cut her free. “Enough of this madness!” His voice thundered across the ballroom;
Her gaze remained fixated upward, locking onto him towering over her. His dark eyes burned with intensity; his looks completely stole her breath away.“Move!” He barked, and his free hand reached down to pull her up.She felt numb, trembling beneath her. Her hand stretched out instinctively as he yanked her to her feet. His touch was rough, his grip unyielding.“Who—“ she started, her voice barely audible, but she didn’t get the chance to finish. The man suddenly shoved her behind him, spinning with practiced ease. The sound of gunfire split the air, and Nia’s breath seized as a body collapsed to the floor not far from her. Blood pooled from the head and around the lifeless figure.Her heart thundered in her chest. What in the world did Selene get her into?Before she even got the chance to process the horror unfolding around her, a sharp, blinding pain tore through her head.“Ahhhh!” she cried out, clutching her temples firmly.“Bella!” the man hissed; his tone was filled with conce
Massimo gripped the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles turned white as he pressed down on the gas. His sharp eyes darted to Nia every few seconds, trying to hide the way his gaze roamed over her body. She leaned her head against the window, seeming indifferent, but she was more aware than she let on. The tension already filled the small space between them, Every few moments, Massimo cleared his throat or shifted in his seat, as if he was trying to ease something.Her eyes darted to the uncomfortable bulge in his pants, and her lips curled into a mischievous smirk.He wanted her, and she knew. The dress, the trap he had set to flaunt her for others, was working actively against him. The man who thought he could control her was losing control himself. She adjusted in her seat, pulling down the vanity mirror. He glanced at her, his jaw tightened as she picked a tube of lipstick from her purse.Slowly, she traced the red over her lips, making sure the color popped against her skin.
The drive home seemed endless to Nia, the air between them was suffocating and she could feel the heat and angry energy radiating off Massimo. His grip on the steering wheel was tight enough to rip the rubber off, as he stared straight ahead, his jaw clenched. “I’m sorry—I’m sorry,” she blurted out, her voice barely a whisper. He didn’t respond, his eyes didn’t even bother to flicker in her direction, it remained fixed on the road. Her chest tightened, her hands quivered in her lap as she watched his hardened expression. Suddenly, the car swerved sharply, and she gripped the seatbelt as they turned into an unfamiliar compound. She blinked, taking in the towering structure before her, the entrance lined with glass, and soft golden lights that illuminated the driveway.His penthouse, she figured.Massimo slammed on the brakes, the car came to an abrupt halt. He stepped out, slamming the door behind him with a force that made her flinch. Before she could gather herself, her sto
“Massimo!! Ahmm…” His name tore from her throat as he filled her completely, stretching her vagina walls.“ You feel just right for me—tight and sweet” He groaned, his head fell back as he savored the tight, wet heat of her cunt.“Fuck,” he growled, his hips slammed into her again and again. “You feel too good, Isabel. Too fucking good.”“ Yes—Fuck me! Yes” She couldn’t form words that made sense. Her nails dug into the sheets, her body shook with each powerful thrust. He pounded into her senseless, his pace didn’t reduce, his cock drove deeper, filling her down to his balls with every movement. The sound of his balls slapped against the wet, messy juice dripping from her pussy,“Look at me,” he demanded, his voice harsh and commanding. When she hesitated, his hand gripped her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. His eyes were dark, almost predatory , as he stared down at her. “Look at me while i punish you.”Nia could only nod, tears spilled from her eyes as he continued to pound i
His eyes beamed slightly, like she had given him the go ahead to go all out on her. Swiftly, he placed her two legs on the table And pressed her chest gently till she lay flat, her body exposed to him. Her nipples pink and hard, waiting and begging for his touch. Her wetness leaked from her entrance desperate for his cock. His hands roamed her body, like he was tracing every curve, every inch of her. He soon got on top of her, his weight pressed her down just enough to make her feel utterly overwhelmed by his scent. “You’re unlike anything I’ve ever seen, Seraphine,” he whispered, his breath warm against her ear as he pulled down his pants, freeing his hard, throbbing cock, with precum beaded on his top. She could feel the heat radiating from him, the desire of just taking her whole. But he was taking his time He positioned himself between her legs, the tip of his cock teased sloppy entrance. “Are you ready?” he asked, his voice low and husky. His need for consent even drov
His lips crashed again hers in a needy kiss, their tongues entwined. His upper lips sucked her bottom lip softly, but needy. Nia’s hands flew to his shoulders, her fingers dug into the fabric of his shirt as the kiss deepened. Her fingers moved into his hair, tangling in his curls. His hands moved to her waist, pulling her closer as his tongue slid against hers, turning on something she hadn’t felt ever since she left Massimo. The canvas crashed to the floor as Liam scooped her up from the stool. He carried her towards his work table, and swept his arm across it, sending paintbrushes and jars of pigment tumbling to the ground. He lifted her effortlessly, her butt jiggled as he placed her on the now clear surface as his lips never left hers. “Liam,” she breathed, her voice barely audible as his hands moved to her bra, fumbling with the clasp before tossing it aside. His touch was rough but gentle at the same time, like the need to consume her but worship every inch of her.
“The Elysian Art event” The moment Nia stepped into the grand, dimly lit venue, she felt the weight of every eye on her. The gallery echoed with soft conversations, champagne glasses clinking, and the quiet admiration of art. Paintings and sculptures were arranged elegantly , their creators stood proudly beside them, eager to secure a wealthy buyer when the event starts. Her gaze moved across the room, taking in the familiar environment . From Sera’s scattered memories, she could recall this was Julien’s guilty pleasure—an exclusive art pop-up event that only the elite had access to. It was held every three months, always in a big secretive location, a gathering where art was not just admired but treated like a weapon—bought, claimed, and manipulated. And Julien thrived in it. He didn’t just collect art. He consumed it. Bought pieces from struggling or promising artists only to repaint them, to reshape them, to strip them of their identity but not to make them his own
“The Elysian Art event” The moment Nia stepped into the grand, dimly lit venue, she felt the weight of every eye on her. The gallery echoed with soft conversations, champagne glasses clinking, and the quiet admiration of art. Paintings and sculptures were arranged elegantly , their creators stood proudly beside them, eager to secure a wealthy buyer when the event starts. Her gaze moved across the room, taking in the familiar environment . From Sera’s scattered memories, she could recall this was Julien’s guilty pleasure—an exclusive art pop-up event that only the elite had access to. It was held every three months, always in a big secretive location, a gathering where art was not just admired but treated like a weapon—bought, claimed, and manipulated. And Julien thrived in it. He didn’t just collect art. He consumed it. Bought pieces from struggling or promising artists only to repaint them, to reshape them, to strip them of their identity but not to make them his own
“The Elysian Art event” The moment Nia stepped into the grand, dimly lit venue, she felt the weight of every eye on her. The gallery echoed with soft conversations, champagne glasses clinking, and the quiet admiration of art. Paintings and sculptures were arranged elegantly , their creators stood proudly beside them, eager to secure a wealthy buyer when the event starts. Her gaze moved across the room, taking in the familiar environment . From Sera’s scattered memories, she could recall this was Julien’s guilty pleasure—an exclusive art pop-up event that only the elite had access to. It was held every three months, always in a big secretive location, a gathering where art was not just admired but treated like a weapon—bought, claimed, and manipulated. And Julien thrived in it. He didn’t just collect art. He consumed it. Bought pieces from struggling or promising artists only to repaint them, to reshape them, to strip them of their identity but not to make them his own He want
“Please, I can’t. it’s too much—” Julien’s response was a low, possessive growl, his pace quickened as if her plea only fueled him further. “You can take it,” he snarled, as he leaned over her, his lips brushed against her ear as he spoke. “You’ll take everything I give you, Sera. Because you’re mine. You belong to me.” His hips snapped forward, as he drove into her with a force that made her cry out, her nails dug into the edges of the counter. But it wasn’t enough for him. Not tonight. He needed to see her, to look into her eyes as he claimed her. With a swift, almost violent motion, he flipped her onto her back, her legs instinctively wrapped around his torso as he carried her with him, and pinned her against the wall. The impact knocked the breath from her lungs, but before she could even gasp, his cock buried inside her again, thrusting into her with an intensity that left her clawing at the wall for support. “Look at me,” Julien commanded, his voice dark and demandin
Nia’s breath seized as his fingers teased her, circling her clit with a slow, maddening control. She moaned, the sound escaping her lips in a low, desperate whimper. Her hands clung to his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as if she were afraid he might pull away. “Please,” she begged, her voice trembling. “Don’t stop.” Julien’s eyes darkened, his gaze locked on hers as he continued to toy with her. “I won’t,” he murmured, his voice a low, possessive growl. I’ll never stop, Sera. You’re mine. His words sent a shiver down her spine, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through her veins. She knew she should be scared, should push him away, but her body betrayed her, arching into his touch, craving more. Julien’s other hand moved to her waist, his fingers tightening around her as he leaned in, his lips brushing against her neck. “You’re so beautiful, he whispered, his breath hot against her skin. “I can’t get enough of you. Nia’s heart raced as he began to kiss her
Julien took a slow step forward, his right hand up in front of the gun in surrender as his voice dropped to a low whisper, “What if I make you a deal?” Miguel’s brow arched, and his grip on the gun shook. Eventually the sleek barrel dipped slightly, no longer aimed at Julien’s head. “I’m listening.” Julien exhaled, and stole a quick glance at Nia. “Let someone else replace her at the pop-up. I’ll double whatever you make.” A low chuckle rumbled from Miguel’s chest. “It seems your man here has money to squander,.” His eyes slid to Nia, his lips curled into a smirk. “But I’m not cheap, Julien.” Julien heaved, trying to gather his composure before his gaze landed on Miguel again . “What more do you want?” Miguel tapped the barrel of the gun against his temple pretending to think , his lips twitched then, his smile widened. “She shows up for the next one.” Julien’s hands instinctively balled into fists, Nia fingers dig into her palm, she could sense that it was taking every
“J-julien” Nia’s breath came in ragged gasps as she rocked back and forth over the balcony railing, her spine bent at an unnatural angle. The pressure of Julien’s grip around her throat was unbearably, possessive, terrifyingly familiar.But she just got here, she couldn’t just die immediately? She knew she was failing her mission woefully, and if died right now then it makes things worse.She had only collected one energy so far, how would she bring Ares back if all she was doing is get carried away? Images flashed in her mind, Her head slammed against the stone —Seraphine’s laughter, her whispered confessions, her body pressed against Julien’s in love and war. She could see herself living all of Seraphine’s moments, And then the memory of falling—arms flailing, air rushing past her, the brutal snap of her skull against pavement.If she couldn’t get herself out of this mess, then it would happen again.But this time, she wasn’t Seraphine.She was Nia.And she was going to feel the