MasukChapter 2"What was that?" I ask when he's gone.Cassian turns the card over. "An invitation.""To what?"He doesn't answer. His jaw works like he's chewing something invisible, and I recognize this tension, the same tightening that happens when his brother calls drunk, when his boss emails on weekends. I watch his throat move when he swallows, the way his eyes track back to the corner booth where the redhead has disappeared."Should we go?" I hear myself ask.Cassian looks at me. Really looks, the way he did when we first started dating, like he's trying to map my interior from the outside. "Do you want to?""I don't know," I say.We don't decide. Not then. We finish the meal, we walk the promenade deck where the wind whips my hair into tangles, we return to our cabin and make love with the balcony door open, the sound of the ocean swallowing my noises. After, Cassian traces patterns on my hip, and I stare at the ceiling, counting the recessed lights."There's something different a
Chapter 1The salt air hits my face the moment we step onto the gangway, and I catch Cassian's hand tightening around mine, not from nerves, but from that familiar possessive warmth he's had since we started dating three years ago. His thumb traces the inside of my wrist as we hand our boarding passes to the uniformed attendant, and I feel the first flutter of something I can't name. Anticipation, maybe."This is ridiculous," I murmur, tilting my head toward the ship's soaring atrium. "Who needs this much marble?"Cassian laughs, the sound rumbling from his chest. "People with too much money and not enough sense." He squeezes my fingers. "Present company excluded, obviously. We got the deal."We did get the deal. A cancellation, last-minute, seventy percent off a suite that normally costs more than my monthly rent. I'd stared at the confirmation email for ten minutes, convinced it was a scam. Now, watching the crystal chandeliers catch the afternoon light, I'm less sure it wasn't so
Chapter 8Mark sits back down in the chair. He picks up the phone, aiming it right at my face. “Keep your eyes open, Claire. I want to see you.”Adrian climbs onto the bed behind me. The mattress dips under his weight. I feel his hands on my hips, rough and possessive, pulling me back toward him.“Please,” I whimper, but the word is thin, pathetic.“Shut up and take it,” Adrian growls.He spits, and I feel the wet glob hit my asshole. He works it in with his thumb, circling the tight ring of muscle, pressing hard. It burns. He isn’t gentle. He forces the digit inside, stretching me, scissoring it to open me up. I cry out, my head falling forward, my hair curtaining my face.“Look at the camera,” Mark barks.I lift my head, forcing my eyes open. The lens is staring back at me, unblinking. Mark’s other hand is in his lap, I can see the movement of his arm, the slow, rhythmic pumping of his fist. He’s getting off on this. He’s getting off on seeing me degraded.Adrian removes his thumb
Chapter 7The water cuts off with a sharp hiss, leaving me shivering in the sudden, biting cold of the stall. Steam clings to my skin like a second layer, heavy and suffocating, but it does nothing to hide the mess between my legs. I can feel Adrian’s cum leaking out of me, a hot, sticky trail sliding down my inner thigh. My body is still humming, the aftershocks of that brutal orgasm twitching through my muscles, but the rush is fading fast, replaced by a heavy, leaden dread.Adrian is already moving, stepping out of the shower with that arrogant, loose-limbed grace he always has after he’s ruined me. He grabs a towel, roughing it over his hair, not even looking back.“You should get dressed,” he says, his voice low and mocking, cutting through the damp air. “He’s waiting.”The words hit me like a slap. He’s waiting. Mark. My husband. He’s just outside that thin veneer of frosted glass. My heart hammers against my ribs, a frantic bird trapped in a cage.I grab a towel, wrapping it
Chapter 6"Shh," he warns again, but he’s smiling. I can feel it against my ear. "You don't want him to hear you cum, do you?"He releases my throat and grabs both my arms, yanking them behind my back. He pins my wrists together with one large hand, using the leverage to pull me onto his cock as he thrusts forward. The new position arches my back obscenely, presenting my ass to him, leaving me completely helpless. I’m at his mercy, impaled on him, unable to do anything but take the pounding he’s dishing out.The friction is incredible. The water acts as lube, letting him slide in and out of me with ease, but the grip of my pussy around him is tight, resisting the intrusion even as I crave it. Every time he pulls out, my walls clench down, trying to keep him inside, and when he slams back in, it feels like he’s rearranging my insides."Fuck, I’m gonna fill you up," he grits out, his rhythm starting to falter. "Gonna cum deep inside this married pussy."The thought sends a shockwave t
Chapter 5The glass door slides shut, sealing us in, He’s right there. I can hear the creak of the floorboards just inches from the tile, the hesitation in his step. He knows something is off. He has to. The smell of sex is thick, a musk that steam can’t quite hide, clinging to my skin and Adrian’s fingers.But Adrian doesn’t care. He steps in behind me, the water already beating down, hot and stinging against my back. He kicks the door shut with his heel, a dull thud that makes my breath hitch in my throat. The space is tiny, a glass box barely big enough for one, let alone two grown people fighting for space. But that’s the point. The confinement makes it electric. There’s nowhere to run.His hands are on me instantly, no warning, no gentle lead-in. He grips my waist, his fingers digging into my ribs hard enough to bruise, pulling me back against him. His chest is a wall of heat against my spine, and I can feel his cock, thick and insistent, pressing into the crease of my ass thr
Chapter 3Weeks had already passed. Slow at first… then fast.Like every day was slipping through my fingers before I could grab it.I didn’t expect life with Matteo to feel normal. Or calm. Or quiet.But somehow it did.He didn’t chain me to anything.Didn’t order me around.Didn’t treat me like p
Chapter 2 I swallowed hard, my back pressing against the counter as he advanced towards me, his broad chest brushing against mine, sending a jolt of heat through my body, making me close my eyes.His presence was overwhelming, his scent, a mix of musk and something wild, filling my senses.“But I
Chapter 1 “Papa, if you send me to that man, I’ll hate you for life! This is unfair, it makes no sense!” “You have no choice, Ava. The deal is done, sealed. You’ll be gone soon,” my father said, his voice cold and final. Tears instantly streamed down my cheeks, hot and uncontrollable. I didn’t b
Chapter 7My pulse thrums in my throat as I step forward, my bare feet sinking into the plush black rug.The space is huge, but my eyes lock onto the suspenders first, thick leather straps dangling from a reinforced beam, with cuffs attached at the ends. A shiver races down my spine, my nipples ti







