เข้าสู่ระบบAUTHOR’S NOTE ❤️Dear Lovelies,I just want to take a moment to say thank you.Thank you for reading my story, for waiting patiently for each update, for leaving comments, sharing your thoughts, and for continuing to support me even when the updates have been slower than usual. Every single one of your messages, votes, reviews, and kind words means more to me than I can properly put into words.I know some of you have been wondering why the updates have been slow lately, and I didn’t want to leave you wondering or thinking that I had abandoned the story.The truth is, I haven’t been feeling well.I’ve been undergoing treatment, and although it has been a challenging period for me, I’m grateful to say that I am responding to treatment. ❤️ That alone has given me so much hope and encouragement.Because of this, I haven’t been able to write as consistently as I normally would. Writing requires a lot of concentration and energy, and there have been days when I simply haven’t had enough of
Left alone in the silent, vast office, Cara’s mind buzzed in a dizzying haze.She lay sprawled across the cold black stone desk, naked, used, her body still humming with the violent, lingering tremors of her orgasm.Closing her eyes tightly against the stark white light, a hot flush of shame washed over her at the memory.Martin had filled her completely. He hadn't been gentle—he had been punishing, possessive, and ruthless—yet her body had betrayed her. She had come undone under his touch with a pleasure so intense, so consuming, that it had wiped her mind completely blank.‘Oh, Lucas…’Her hand moved subconsciously down her bare torso, pressing flat against her lower stomach.The skin was warm, sensitive, and marked by the weight of what had just transpired.‘If she were lucky, after today, a baby would grow here.’ She closed her eyes, forcing the lie into her mind like a mantra.‘Lucas’s baby. Not Martin’s. A child to save her marriage, to save her life. Mine and Lucas’s baby.’“Ri
18"You came here to be bred," he said, his words a deliberate cruelty. "That's all this is. Don't confuse it for anything else."His hand slid between her thighs from behind. Fingers pressed against her slick folds, and she gasped."But look at you, already this wet." His voice was dark with mockery. "Does Lucas make you this wet?""Please—""Does he?""No." The word tore out of her before she could stop it.Martin made a low sound—not satisfaction, not quite. Something hungrier. He pushed two fingers inside her without warning, and Cara cried out, her hands flying forward to brace against his obsidian desk."So tight," he muttered, working his fingers in and out of her, slow and deliberate. Her slick coated his knuckles. "When's the last time he touched you?"Cara couldn't answer. Her mind had gone white. His thumb found her clit, circling hard, and a broken moan escaped her throat."Answer me.""Months," she gasped. "I don't— he doesn't—""Good."He withdrew his fingers. Cara nearl
“Suck it,” he commanded, his voice dropping to a low, rough growl.Cara stared at the thick outline straining against his briefs. Her mouth went dry.She had done this before. Years ago, in his penthouse, on lazy Sundays when the city hummed outside and they had nowhere else to be. But this wasn't that. This was a transaction."Time's wasting," Martin said.Summoning her courage, she hooked her fingers into the waistband. Pulled the dark fabric down. His cock sprang free, hitting her on the lip—thick, heavy, the tip already slick.The sight of him made her stomach clench with something she refused to name.His cock looked bigger than she remembered, and it was hard—rock hard, with thick veins running along it.Cara gulped.Slowly, as if reaching for a cobra ready to strike, she wrapped her hand around the base and nearly flinched at how warm it felt. Velvet skin over iron.Cara’s stomach twisted. Lucas’s gentle face flashed behind her eyes—trusting, unaware, and waiting at home for a
“Strip!”The order echoed like a gunshot in the quiet vastness of the office.Cara’s initial reaction was that he had to be joking—a cruel, absurd test to break her resolve. But before she could open her mouth to question him, Martin’s piercing gaze locked onto hers, cold and sharp as arrows piercing straight through her defenses.“You have three minutes to get out of your clothes,” he stated, his voice flat and unyielding. “Or you can return to your mother-in-law.”Cara stiffened. Every muscle in her body locked up.He was serious.With a strict three-minute timer hanging over her head, there was no room left to negotiate, no time to indulge in shame, and no space to process the sheer humiliation of the moment. She was backed into a corner, and time was running out.Like a robot responding to an irreversible command, Cara took a deep, shaky breath and reached for the top button of her silk cream blouse.Her fingers trembled so violently she could barely grip the small shell button, b
Cara’s mind reeled in absolute terror.*Every single day?* She was a married woman living under the watchful, suspicious eyes of Madam Davis, a live-in nurse, and a devoted husband in the Davis mansion. How could she possibly sneak away to Martin's bed every day without getting caught?She stared up into the face of the man she had once loved—a man offering her the very salvation she begged for, wrapped in a trap of absolute surrender.Was he mocking her? She searched his features, but there was no cruelty in his eyes, only unyielding resolve. He was entirely serious.She swallowed hard. The massive office was deathly silent. She couldn't hear the distant hum of the city beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, nor the faint buzz of the air conditioner. All she heard was the frantic, deafening thud of her own heart.Every day…The words echoed like a sentence passed by a judge.*"Every day of your fertile window belongs to me.”*Her fingers curled into trembling fists at her sides. Seven
Kayden's secret organization base… Earlier that day around 7:00 am… “Let me out of here! I'm not your prisoner… I want to see Kayden! I'm going to tell Kayden how all of you treated me in his absence!” Samantha yelled hoarsely, clutching the iron bars tightly as her knuckles turned white and her w
Aria couldn't make out Kayden's words from behind the glass walls, but she could tell from his expression that whatever call he received didn't contain good news. She saw Kayden say some words before hanging up and approaching the door with a neutral look on his face. Kayden closed the glass d
“Now we just have a teeny tiny problem. How are we going to escape from Dad? Do you have any bright ideas?” Kayden asked, and Aria gave him a mischievous smile. “I thought you'd never ask. Just leave Dad to me; I'll be right back,” she said and turned her back to him. “Would you help me with my z
Kayden felt her clench so hard around him, and it nearly pushed him over the edge. He chased her orgasm with her, moving slowly to ease her down from the peak. When at last the storm passed, Aria collapsed back against the glass wall, thoroughly spent and utterly satisfied. She pushed agains







