LOGIN"Fuck, you're so tight for me," Ryder growled against my ear, his hips slamming forward in a deep, punishing thrust that made my back arch off the bed. I gasped, nails digging into his shoulders as he filled me completely, stretching me. "Harder... please..." He pinned my wrists above my head with one large hand, the other gripping my hip hard enough to bruise. "You want it rough, baby? Then beg for it properly." My body trembled under him, slick and desperate. The words spilled out before I could stop them. "Please... Daddy... fuck me harder." A dark, satisfied rumble vibrated through his chest. He leaned down, teeth grazing my neck, voice low and filthy. "Good girl. Come all over Daddy's cock. Show me how much you need this.” *** On my wedding day, I caught my fiancé Dylan Voss and my step-sister Helene fucking each other in a room. Heartbroken and humiliated, I walked away from the altar. That's when Ryder Hawthorne—Dylan's powerful, ruthless stepfather—found me. He carried me to his penthouse, and in a haze of rage and need, I seduced him. We fucked like it was war: rough, and desperate. When Dylan walked in and saw me riding his stepdad—he felt betrayed and stormed out. I felt satisfied and vindicated. It was supposed to be one night. We were never supposed to see each other again. Until I desperately took a job at Hawthorne Prosperity Group to save my dying grandmother…and discovered Ryder was my new boss. One rough, forbidden encounter in his office, and he offered me to be his personal slut, in return he'd pay Gran's bills. I had no choice and accepted. Payback became obsession. My ex wants me back, but Ryder refuses to let go. Now I’m caught between revenge and surrender.
View MoreFreyaI watched the entire shitshow unfold from the side of the ballroom, arms crossed, a cold little smile playing on my lips.Helene really just dropped to one knee in front of everyone and proposed to Dylan like this was some fucking romance movie. The dramatic speech, the tears in her voice, the giant ring — she went all out. The crowd was eating it up, clapping and cheering like she’d just announced world peace.Pathetic.I tilted my head slightly, studying Dylan’s face. He looked stunned. Uncomfortable. Like a deer caught in headlights. Poor guy didn’t know whether to smile or run.‘Look at her,’I thought, amused. ‘Still trying so hard to hold onto him. Still thinking flashing a ring and some fake-ass love speech is going to fix everything.’Two and a half weeks ago she was crawling on the floor calling herself a worthless dog and humiliating herself. Now she’s on stage trying to play the perfect fiancée in front of the entire reunion. The delusion was actually impressive. Jesus
Helene.After the chaos of the paparazzi outside, we finally stepped into the grand ballroom. and the sight hit me hard. The place looked insane, massive chandeliers dripping with crystals, soft golden lighting, elegant round tables covered in black and gold decor. Old classmates were everywhere, dressed to impress, laughing, taking selfies, and catching up like the last few years never happened.For a second, it felt good. Like old times.I stayed close to Dylan, smiling politely as people greeted me. Some were genuinely surprised at how I looked now. Others were clearly fishing for information. I kept my answers short and calm.But I could feel eyes drifting the entire time.Dylan’s eyes. They weren't on me. They were on Freya’s. He couldn’t stop staring. Even as we walked through the crowd, his gaze followed her like a damn magnet. Even while standing beside me, his gaze kept drifting back to her. Every time their eyes met, he looked away quickly, but not fast enough. I noticed ev
FreyaThe Bugatti La Voiture Noire purred like a satisfied predator as it rolled to a stop on the red carpet. The sound alone made heads turn. Good. That was exactly the reaction I wanted.I waited for a second, letting the moment build, before the guard opened my door. I stepped out slowly, the cool night air brushing against my skin. The dress hugged me perfectly. Cameras flashed like crazy. Gasps and whispers spread through the crowd like wildfire.Let them stare.Zoey stepped out right behind me, looking every bit as unbothered and lethal as I felt. She smirked and leaned in close. “They’re already losing their minds. This is gonna be fun.”I smiled, calm on the outside, but inside my blood was buzzing with dark satisfaction.Two and a half weeks.Two and a half weeks since I made Helene crawl on the floor and call herself a worthless dog in front of everyone. And tonight? Tonight I was going to finish what I started.My eyes scanned the crowd until they landed on her.Helene stoo
Helene Two and a half weeks.Two and a half fucking weeks since that nightmare at Vellmont Galleria, and the humiliation still sat in my chest like a knife that wouldn’t come out. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw myself crawling on that cold marble floor, forehead bleeding, calling myself a worthless stinky trash in front of everyone. The wound on my forehead had healed into an ugly scar, but the real damage ran deeper. It felt like Freya had shoved a dagger straight into my heart and twisted it. That wound refused to close. And it wouldn’t, not until I finally destroyed her.Tonight was that night.I stared at my reflection in the car mirror, layering on even more concealer. The scar still looked jagged if you looked too close. Without all this makeup, people would’ve laughed at how fucked up my face was now. I smoothed everything out one last time and forced a smile. It looked real enough.Everything would be fine. Tonight was the Elite Royal School Grand Reunion. The biggest one
Freya's POV "Stand up," he commanded, his voice dark and rough with barely restrained desire. I obeyed, rising on trembling thighs, knees weak, heart hammering against my ribs like it wanted to come out of my chest. My body felt foreign, liquid, like it no longer belonged to me. Every nerve endin
Freya’s POVI froze the moment the email notification popped up on my phone.My eyes stayed glued to the screen as my heart skipped a beat, my brain struggling to process the words staring back at me.“Congratulations. You have been selected for an interview.”For several seconds, I just stared at
Chapter 10: Get out! Ryder's POV The bathroom door slammed behind me with enough force to rattle the frame. The sound echoed in the small space like a gunshot. I stood there for a second, dripping, still half-hard, cock slick and heavy with her. Freya’s sweet, musky scent clung to me unmistakable
Ryder's POV I hadn’t been able to get her out of my head since that night.The moment she left my house, still flushed, still trembling, still carrying the scent of me on her skin, something shifted inside me, something I couldn’t name and didn’t want to examine. I told myself it was just sex. Jus
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