LOGINChapter 9Cassiel kneels between my spread legs, his cold fingers wrapping around my hips to position me just right. I can feel the blunt head of his cock pressing against my untouched entrance, the threat of it making me tremble. But i feel something strange. A strange heat blooms in my chest, spreading through my veins like wildfire. My vision swims, the edges blurring not with tears but with a dizzying rush of pure, terrifying lust.My skin flushes, beads of sweat forming on my brow as my pulse starts roaring in my ears. Every nerve ending comes alive, hypersensitive and screaming for more. The pain from Evren's assault melts away, replaced by an insatiable hunger that makes no sense."What the fuck…?" Evren's voice cuts through the haze. His hand shoots out, gripping my chin hard enough to bruise. "Soren, what did you give her?"Soren's laugh is dark and triumphant. "A little something to make our toy beg for more." He steps closer, his fingers trailing through my tears. "Watch
Chapter 9Cassiel kneels between my spread legs, his cold fingers wrapping around my hips to position me just right. I can feel the blunt head of his cock pressing against my untouched entrance, the threat of it making me tremble. But i feel something strange. A strange heat blooms in my chest, spreading through my veins like wildfire. My vision swims, the edges blurring not with tears but with a dizzying rush of pure, terrifying lust.My skin flushes, beads of sweat forming on my brow as my pulse starts roaring in my ears. Every nerve ending comes alive, hypersensitive and screaming for more. The pain from Evren's assault melts away, replaced by an insatiable hunger that makes no sense."What the fuck…?" Evren's voice cuts through the haze. His hand shoots out, gripping my chin hard enough to bruise. "Soren, what did you give her?"Soren's laugh is dark and triumphant. "A little something to make our toy beg for more." He steps closer, his fingers trailing through my tears. "Watch
Chapter 8The last tremors of my orgasm are still wracking my body when Evren's voice cuts through the haze, low and small against my ear. "You like being used, don't you?" His fingers, still coated with my arousal, press harder against my lips, forcing me to taste myself. Before I can answer, before I can even draw a proper breath, he spins me around with brutal force.My body slams against a nearby table, the sharp edge digging into my stomach. The impact knocks the wind from my lungs, but Evren doesn't give me a moment to recover. His hand is on the back of my neck, pressing my face against the cold wood while his other hand tears at my skirt. The fabric rips as he yanks it up over my hips, exposing my ass to the cool air of the corridor."Evren, please!" I gasp, but my plea dissolves into a choked cry as his grip tightens on my hips. His fingers dig into my flesh like iron claws, already bruising, already claiming."Shut the fuck up," he snarls, and then I feel it, the thick,
Chapter 7The impact sends me stumbling back, my shoulder blades hitting the cold plaster of the wall with a soft thud. Evren's hands are on me instantly, not to steady me but to pin me, his grip like iron bands around my upper arms. His presence overwhelms the narrow corridor, blocking out the moonlight, casting me entirely in his shadow. My heart hammers against my ribs, each beat a frantic drum against the cage of my chest."Running from something, Elara? Or running to it?" His voice is smooth as polished obsidian, each word carefully enunciated. His eyes sweep over me, taking in every detail of my disheveled state, the way my apron is rumpled, the flush that still paints my cheeks, the swollenness of my lips that Soren's wine and kisses left behind. I can feel his gaze stripping away my composure layer by layer."I—" The word catches in my throat, dry and useless. The scent of Soren's cedar and wine still clings to my skin, a damning perfume in the sterile air of the corridor.
Chapter 6He holds them there with one hand, his grip firm but not bruising. With his free hand, he begins to trace the outline of my body through the fabric.He starts at my waist, his fingers skimming the curve of my hip. I gasp, my back arching instinctively, pushing my ass back against him. I can feel the hard ridge of his cock through his trousers, thick and insistent against my buttocks."So responsive," he notes, his voice right next to my ear. He releases my wrists, and his hands roam freely, cupping my breasts through the stiff uniform. He squeezes, his thumbs finding my nipples and rubbing them until they bead into hard, aching points. I bite my lip to keep from moaning, the sensation shooting straight to my clit."Please," I whisper, not knowing what I'm asking for."Shh." His hands drift lower, lifting the hem of my skirt. The cool air hits my legs, followed instantly by his warm palms. He strokes the inside of my thighs, teasing the sensitive skin, moving higher with ev
Chapter 5The heavy oak door of the library clicks shut behind me, the sound echoing in the silence of the hallway. My heart hammers against my ribs so I press my back against the cool wood, inhaling the scent of beeswax and dust, waiting for the shout of a guard or the heavy tread of a boot. Nothing. The corridor remains empty, bathed in the pale, ghostly light of the moon.I turn the handle and slip inside.The library is filled with shadows, the towering shelves looming like dark sentinels. A single lamp burns on the massive mahogany desk at the far end, a pool of amber light cutting through the gloom. Soren is there, exactly as he said he would be. He leans back against the desk, one leg crossed casually over the other, the half-empty bottle of dark red wine resting near his elbow. The liquid catches the light, shimmering like blood.He doesn't look up immediately. He swirls the wine in his glass, watching the vortex with a lazy fascination, but I know he hears me. The air betwe
Chapter 3I hollow my cheeks, taking him as deep as I can, my tongue swirling around the head. He tastes like my mother, like sex, like sin. His grip on my hair tightens, his hips rocking forward, fucking my mouth in slow, deep thrusts. Saliva drips down my chin, my eyes watering, but I don’t pull
Chapter 5 My thighs stick together, slick with his cum and my own arousal, my panties tangled around one ankle like a discarded thought. The taste of him lingers on my tongue, but I don’t have time to savor it. Not when Jennie’s deal is still dangling over my head like a noose, not when the condu
Chapter 5The moment his cock slips from my mouth, I stay on my knees, my lips still parted, my tongue flicking out to catch the last salty drop of him. My thighs are slick with my own arousal, my skin still stinging from the belt, my body humming with the aftershocks of the orgasm he forced from
Chapter 3His fingers tighten around my chin as he forces my gaze to stay locked on his. The cold, dark hunger in his eyes makes my stomach clench, my pussy still throbbing from the last time he filled me. His thumb presses into my lower lip, dragging it down just enough to expose my teeth before







