MasukLina’s povThe only wrong I ever committed was being born to him.My father was a compulsive gambler, the worst I’d ever known. When he died three years ago, he left me buried under millions in debt.As if that wasn’t enough, I lost my receptionist job a few months later. Just when everything seemed to collapse, fate turned its face toward me again.I was offered work as a housekeeper for a millionaire—one who was willing to pay my debt upfront.How could I possibly say no?I had been working for Dave for exactly two months when I realized I’d learned the sound of his house better than I’d ever learned my own heartbeat.Until this special afternoon when everything changed.The intercom buzzed softly while I was folding laundry downstairs.Not urgent. Just my name, carried through the walls like it had been waiting for me.“Lina.”My hands stilled.I told myself not to overthink it. He called me often—questions about dinner, reminders about errands, small things. Normal things. I smooth
Emma’s POVI glanced at myself in the mirror, and I looked nothing like the same person. The wedding had already begun, but my hand-picked maid was just finishing my makeover.Courtesy of Alaric. The crowned prince. My sister’s husband. My future brother-in-law.I scoffed at the drama.Two days ago, my life had altered in ways unimaginable. Who would have thought the prince Rowan boasted about would desire me instead?That day, I felt like the most beautiful and desired woman on earth. He’d made sweet love to me in ways I never thought possible.That night, he sneaked into my room, and all night we made love, whispering how he could never get enough of me.It’s been that way ever since. Just this morning, he had his man Kaya secretly bring me into his room, where he fucked me in his bathtub—rough and hard. In only days, I glowed beautifully.“Thank you, Grace.”The maid bowed, and soon Kaya came to escort me.“You look amazing.”I blushed.The wedding hall was crammed. This was the we
Her lips tasted like the perfect sin. I bit her mouth; she gasped, and I gained access, tasting every inch of her mouth, sucking on her tongue like a crazed man. Perhaps I was.Because at this moment, she got me fucked in ways unimaginable.When I finally let go, her breath was erratic, chest heaving up and down like she had run a marathon. Lips plump—but I was far from done with her.“Emma… please, calm down,” I whispered, but she made a sound that ached my heart.“Are you crying?”She sniffed, stuttering words I barely heard. “They will kill me…”“You are not dying,” I sighed. She shook her head, tears streaming down her cheeks. “You don’t understand. The Queen—I know she will.”I held her still, my body screaming not to let her go. Between my legs, my cock strained so hard it hurt.Without another word, I took her deeper into the woods, behind the lake, where no one would see us.She shivered the entire time—not from the cold, I guessed. I laid her down by a clearing. Immediately,
I left the breakfast table without a word. The moment I reached my chambers, the walls felt too close, the air too thin. I paced from window to hearth, raking a hand through my hair like it might tear the thoughts from my skull. Her face followed me. Half an hour later a knock sounded. “Alaric,” Kaya called. “You sent for me?” “Lock the door.” He did. “You vanished,” he said. “Your bride noticed. Her family noticed. Your father—” “The girl I kissed,” I cut in, gripping his shoulders hard enough that he stiffened, “is Elowen’s half-sister.” Silence. Kaya blinked once. “No.” “Yes.” “Gods above,” he muttered. “You’re certain?” “She was at the table,” I said hoarsely. “I saw her. She saw me.” Kaya exhaled sharply. “You’re in deeper than I thought.” “I can’t get her out of my head,” I snapped. “Her eyes. Her mouth. The way she looked at me like I wasn’t a prince—just a man who had no right touching her.” “You cannot have her,” Kaya said firmly. “I know.” “She is your br
Alaric’s povThe bells had not stopped ringing since dawn.By nightfall, my head ached from their sound—and from the weight of what they announced.My bride had arrived.Princess Elowen of Vaeloria, future Queen of my kingdom whether I wished it or not. The alliance had been signed months ago. The marriage was only a formality now, wrapped in silk and wine and forced smiles.The Great Hall was alive with music and laughter. Torches burned bright against marble walls. Nobles drank as though joy could be swallowed. My father, pale and weakened upon his throne, watched everything with tired eyes while I stood in his place—smiling, nodding, playing the part of Crown Prince of Eldoria.Elowen was beautiful. Anyone with eyes could see that.Her dark hair was braided with gold threads, her posture flawless, her voice soft and measured. She looked at me as a queen should—respectful, distant, already trained not to expect love.And perhaps that was what unsettled me most.By the time the wine
For minutes, I focus on her pussy, doing what I know best. She is chaos—pulling at her cuffed hands, twirling and trembling under my hold. Her loud moans of pleasure echo through my once-quiet room.“Cum for me…” I groan against her as I plunge a finger inside her. She’s so full, screaming loudly when I twist, hitting her G-spot. Within seconds, her liquids spurt out in waves.She screams, “Ohhh God, oh God… hmmm!”“That’s it… ohh, let it rain… mmm,” I murmur as I dive back in, sucking up her juices. Making a pussy squirt is normal for me, and this little lamb is no exception.My face and hair are soaked from her wetness—the perfect proof. When I move back up to meet her gaze, her eyes are shut, lips parted as harsh breaths escape them.She is perfect this way—vulnerable and feeble, thanks to my tongue.“Do you plan to kill me this way?” she whispers, lips lifting in a half-smile.I chuckle. “Death by orgasm,” I say, kissing her again because her lips are soft, and I love sucking on t







