تسجيل الدخولChapter 2I follow him, my legs trembling so violently I have to concentrate to keep my stride even. The corridors are dimly lit, lined with portraits of severe-looking men and women who seem to glare down at me in judgment. The silence is heavy, broken only by the sound of Evren’s boots and my own soft, pathetic shuffling."Here," Evren says, stopping at a small, plain door tucked under the stairs. He opens it to reveal a cramped room containing a narrow bed, a small wardrobe, and a tiny window looking out onto the stone wall of the estate. "This is where you'll sleep. You have ten minutes to change and get upstairs. Don't keep Cassiel waiting."He leaves without another word, the door clicking shut behind him. I step into the room and drop my suitcase on the bed. The space is claustrophobic, the air stale. I sit down heavily, burying my face in my hands. I can do this, I tell myself. I need this job. I just have to keep my head down, stay invisible, and survive.But as I change
Chapter 1 The iron gates of the Deveraux estate loom ahead, black spikes piercing the gray sky like the ribs of some great, skeletal beast. I grip the handle of my worn leather suitcase until my knuckles ache, the damp morning air seeping through the thin fabric of my uniform. The black dress is too stiff, the white apron too tight, marking me instantly as an intruder in this world of old money amd power. The mansion itself is made of stone and bars, perched on the edge of the cliffs as if It’s about to fall off a cliff. I climb the marble steps, my shoes clicking too loudly against the pristine surface. Before I can even lift the heavy brass knocker, the door swings open silently.A man stands there. He is tall, his posture rigid, his dark hair swept back with gel. His eyes are the color of sea, cold and unyielding. He looks at me not as a person, but as an object that has been misplaced on his pristine floor."You are late," he says. His voice is a low rumble."The bus, sir," I
Chapter 6"Fuck, you're tight," he snarled, leaning down to bite my shoulder, hard enough to draw blood. "But you're so wet. You love this, don't you? You love being treated like a piece of meat.""Yes," I sobbed, the word ripped out of me by the force of his thrusts. "Yes, I love it."Something cold shocked my system. Ice. Marco was running an ice cube down Cassian’s spine, making him shiver violently, even as Marco continued to pound into him.Then the ice was on me. Derek held a shard against my clit, the freezing burn mixing violently with the friction of his cock inside me. I gasped, my hips bucking, trying to escape the cold, but only driving him deeper."Feel that?" Derek whispered, his voice hot against my ear. "Hot and cold. Pain and pleasure. You don't know where you are, do you?"He was right. My world had narrowed down to the stretch of my wrists, the burn in my thighs, the ice melting on my skin, and the relentless, punishing intrusion of his cock. The room filled with t
Chapter 5Me and Cassian were ruined, shivering against the steel hull of the ship, listening to Riaan and Lila’s footsteps fade into the deck above. I leaned my forehead against the cold metal, closing my eyes, trying to stop the spinning behind my eyelids.Then i hear the heavy thud of boots on the grating. Not leaving Approaching.I didn't want to look up. I wanted the ocean to just open up and swallow the walkway whole. But a shadow fell over us, blocking out the pale moonlight."My, my," a voice rang out, low and dripping with a hunger that made my stomach turn over. Derek. He stepped closer, the scent of expensive cologne and stale tobacco washing over me. He wasn't looking at my face; his eyes raked over my naked, bruised body like he was inspecting livestock. "Riaan and Lila certainly know how to break things in. But they don't always know how to finish them."Marco stepped up beside him, taller, broader, his silhouette blocking the exit. He didn't speak, just stared, the g
Chapter 4The mattress shifts again. The man is there now. I feel the heat of his body near my face. He removes the gag, and I gulp in air, but before I can speak, he grabs a handful of my hair and yanks my head to the side."Suck," he orders.His cock, thick and heavy, presses against my lips. I open wide, and he shoves in, not stopping until he hits the back of my throat. I gag, my eyes watering behind the blindfold. He doesn't care. He sets a punishing rhythm, using my mouth like a second cunt. Every thrust forces the back of my head into the mattress. I can’t breathe, can’t think, can only exist as a vessel for their use.I am filled completely, the machine ravaging my pussy, the man choking me with his cock. The sounds in the room are obscene: the wet squelch of the toy, the gagging noises I make, Cassian’s ragged moans of pleasure-pain from the other side of the bed.The man pulls out of my mouth just as the woman yanks the vibrator out. I cry out at the sudden loss, my body t
Chapter 3The heavy door clicks shut behind us, stopping the hum of the party outside. The redhead doesn’t speak, just offers a razor-thin smile and gestures down a short, dimly lit corridor. Cassian’s grip on my hand is tight, his palm slick with sweat, but he doesn’t pull back. We follow her, the plush carpet swallowing our footsteps, until we reach a door at the very end. She pushes it open and steps aside, allowing us to enter first.The room is bathed in low, amber light. It smells of leather, expensive cologne, and something metallic, like copper or cold steel. Standing near a massive four-poster bed are a man and a woman. They are dressed impeccably, he in a dark suit that fits his broad frame like a glove, she in a silk slip that clings to every curve. They aren’t looking at our faces; their eyes rake over us, assessing, They look almost hungry."Good," the man says, his voice a low rumble that vibrates in my chest. He has a South African lilt. "You made it."The woman move
Chapter 2My mind goes back to yesterday, the machine fucker, the orgasms and of course the mystery man. Then a message arrives.The buzz of my phone against my hand makes me jump. I shouldn’t be this on edge; it’s just another night alone, just another distraction, but something about the unknown
Chapter 3I stir in my bed, my wrists and ankles wrapped in smooth silk restraints.The bed beneath me feels soft yet firm, the sheets cool against my bare skin. Morning light shines through sheer curtains, painting golden streaks across my body as I try to stay awake. My mind is slow to clear, s
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







