LOGINFreyaNanny Grace led me through the grand hallway and into the main living area before the dining room. The moment we stepped inside, I couldn’t help but gasp.This was another level of heaven.The living room was enormous and breathtakingly luxurious. Soaring ceilings with intricate crystal chandeliers that sparkled like diamonds, massive floor-to-ceiling windows that flooded the space with soft morning light, and plush cream-and-gold sofas arranged around a grand marble fireplace. Expensive artwork hung on the walls, thick Persian rugs covered the polished marble floors, and fresh flowers in crystal vases filled the air with a delicate scent. Everything gleamed with quiet, old-money elegance. The whole house felt like a palace and this was just one room.Seeing how awestruck I was, Nanny Grace couldn’t help but chuckle softly.“This is just a sneak peek, princess,” she said warmly. “When you tour the entire house later, you’ll be overly shocked.”I couldn’t help but smile to myself
Ryder.Seeing him still alive and breathing made my skin crawl with disgust. I wished I could end him right then and there, wrap my hands around his neck until the light left his eyes.The bastard shook his head frantically, words tumbling out in a desperate, pathetic stammer.“My lord, I—I meant no harm! It was only a glance, a moment of admiration for her beauty—”“Admiration?” My laugh came out sharp and humorless. I tightened my grip on his throat until his face turned red. “And you touched her?”He started choking, eyes bulging, gasping for air like a dying fish. But I didn’t want him dead yet. He was still useful.I released his neck. He collapsed forward, coughing violently as he tried to suck in air.I sat back down in the rocking chair, leaning forward with both arms resting on my knees, gazing at him with pure darkness in my eyes.“You know… I should kill you right now.”His eyes snapped up in terror. He shook his head wildly, trembling for his life.I let the silence stretc
RyderThroughout my 43 years of living, I never expected I’d ever feel this kind of fury over a woman being harmed.A fucking woman.And not just any woman, my stepson’s ex-fiancée.That was fucking insane.Ever since Freya came into my life, I’ve changed. Even Devon and my nanny have noticed it. My mind is constantly occupied with thoughts of her. I can’t stand seeing another man near her. If any bastard even lays a finger on her, I wouldn’t hesitate to tear him apart with my bare hands.And that scared the hell out of me.A woman was starting to have this kind of effect on me.When I asked her about the incident this morning and saw the way she hesitated, the terror and trauma in her eyes, it caused a sharp, unfamiliar pain in my chest. I wasn’t going to let that man get away with it.I had asked Devon to find out what happened at the party, Devon of course did his research and got back to me that night.♤Flashback♤That night Devon drove into the compound, I immediately carried Fre
FreyaI was still catching my breath, wrapped in Ryder’s arms, when he suddenly asked the question that made my stomach drop.“Freya… tell me what really happened at the fundraiser last night.”I blinked, surprised. My mind went completely blank for a second. Why is he asking me that now? Right after we just finished fucking?I closed my eyes as the memories rushed back in. The way Mr. Jenkins had stared at me like I was nothing but a prostitute or a whore. The way he had leaned in, inhaling my scent, kissing my neck… I squeezed my eyes shut tighter. The image alone made my stomach twist painfully. It was a disgusting memory I never wanted to remember. I had only ever heard stories about men forcing themselves on women. I never imagined it would happen to me.Ryder’s voice came again, lower this time. “Freya.”I opened my eyes and looked at him. What I saw in his gaze scared me. It was a silent, dangerous fury.I started stammering, my voice shaky. “I… I actually…”His arms tightened
FreyaI was right on the edge, my pussy clenching desperately when Ryder suddenly pulled his fingers out completely.“No,” he said, voice calm and cruel. “You can’t come yet.”I whimpered in pure desperation, my hips twitching helplessly in the air. “Please… I was so close. I need it—”He cut me off with a dark chuckle. “You only get to come on my cock, princess. Not my fingers.”I could already feel the heat of his body behind me, the anticipation building as I wondered when he would finally claim me. H's hand trailed down my spine, his fingers tracing the curve of my ass before delivering a sharp smack to my left cheek."Mmm, look at that ass," he growled appreciatively, rubbing the red handprint he'd left behind. "So perfect and round. Made for fucking."I moaned softly, my hips wiggling in response to his touch. His fingers delved between my thighs, finding my dripping cunt and teasing my folds with feather-light touches."Fuck, you're so wet for me already," he mused, his voice l
FreyaOh God… what the hell am I doing?Till today, I've not realized why he makes me feel like this? I used to feel disgusted when other girls talked about sleeping with older men. Now here I was, dripping all over my boss’s face like a needy slut.I was sitting on Ryder’s face, my dripping pussy pressed directly against his mouth while his thick cock filled my throat.When I realized I was in my boss’s mansion, after seing him fucking himself, I should have ran. Giving my past experience with him, I knew something like this would happen, but no! I didn’t leave. I stared at him and waited until he started teasing my folds.After almost being assaulted by that bastard yesterday, I shouldn't even think of fucking. It should have left a trauma, but instead, here I was shamelessly grinding my wet cunt on someone that's old enough to be my father's tongue while sucking his cock like a desperate whore.His tongue licked and sucked my swollen clit with obscene wet sounds, making my thighs
Freya's POV The phone kept buzzing in my hand. My stomach dropped so fast I almost threw up.It was my dad.Tristan Lennox. After I publicly humiliated the family at the wedding. After I slept with Ryder and Dylan walked in on us. Of course Dylan must have told him what happened by now. I was
Freya's POV“Fired?”The word slipped out of my mouth before I could stop it.For a moment, I simply stared at my boss, certain I had heard him wrong.“What… what have I done?” I asked, my voice trembling. “Sir, there must be some mistake. How can I be fired just like that?”He looked uncomfortable
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
Freya’s POVMy heart began racing the very moment I realized what my hand had just touched.For a few horrifying seconds, the entire boardroom had gone deathly silent the second the words left my mouth.“Oh God, Ryder, strip off your trousers quickly before it burns!”Dozens of eyes were suddenly s







