Owned By The Devil

AzaleaI bolted.Every instinct screamed to run, but I knew better than to storm out the front.I wasn’t just a girl caught in the wrong place—I was a trespasser inside one of the city’s most powerful corporations.And worse? I had nothing to show for it.The files were gone.My legs moved before my brain caught up. I dashed down the narrow hallway behind the vault, praying it would lead to a service exit, a staircase—anything that could help me disappear.The footsteps behind me grew louder and came closer.I turned sharply, slipping into a utility closet and holding my breath. My chest rose and fell in shallow gasps as the footsteps passed.Keep moving. Don’t stop now, please.I waited a few more seconds before inching the door open.Clear.I slipped out, scanning my surroundings. Every hallway in this place was polished and sterile, swallowing footsteps and making you feel like you didn’t belong.I found a stairwell door and pushed through it, bounding down two flights, then stoppe

AzaleaI could hear the thundering footsteps behind me as they pursued me through the dimly lit corridors.My lungs burned with each desperate breath, terror propelling me forward. I needed to escape.The images of what they might do to me if they dragged me back flashed through my mind.A spark of hope ignited in my chest.. Just a little more. Maybe I could save my skin. Just... just a bit further.My hope shattered into a thousand pieces as someone grabbed my hair with brutal force, yanking me backward. Pain exploded across my scalp as a scream tore from my throat.“Got you, bitch,” one of the guards spat, his fingers twisting deeper into my hair, sending jolts of agony down my spine.“Let go of me!” I screamed, thrashing wildly against his grip, fighting with the desperate strength of someone with everything to lose.“Ha.” Another guard approached, his face contorted with sick pleasure as he delivered a vicious slap that snapped my head sideways.The sting of the slap spread like fi

AdrianoShe would obey, or she would face consequences far worse than anything she had experienced before.I seized her roughly, shoving her down onto the office sofa. My hand pressed hard against her throat, forcing her head back, exposing everything I wanted—her glistening, needy pussy.Her eyes widened with shock as her breath caught in her throat.She barely had time to recover from the sudden assault, and I didn’t allow her the luxury of slowing down.Without hesitation or preparation, I thrust inside her from behind, claiming what belonged to me.“Ha,” she screamed, her voice echoing through the office as I began thrusting her at a faster pace.I could feel her body trembling beneath mine, responding to the force of my movements.The sofa creaked under the force of our movements, her screams growing louder with every passing moment.Gradually, her screams morphed into moans as her body adjusted to the rhythm.I held her hips firmly, leaving bruises as I thrust deeper and harder,

AdrianoMy thoughts were filled with rage as I thought about how to deal with that crazy bitch, but Matteo’s voice interrupted my angry thoughts.“Sir," he called softly, his voice subservient, eyes downcast like an obedient dog. “We’ve arrived.”“Fine,” I growled, unable to suppress the dark amusement bubbling in my chest.Finally, I would reveal her identity. She could try to run or hide, but I would go to great lengths to find her.“Five minutes, Matteo. My office. Don’t make me wait.”I stepped from the car, the cool morning air doing nothing to calm the inferno inside me.My fingers meticulously adjusted my custom Armani suit, a predator’s camouflage in the corporate jungle.This empire wasn’t given to me; I built it with bleeding hands and sleepless nights. The very thought of some parasite trying to drain what was mine made my blood boil and my trigger finger itch.“Good morning, sir," my employees chorused in unison as I entered, standing in a perfect line with their bodies ri

Adriano“Where?” she asked, her voice trembling.My lips curved into something that resembled a smile but contained no joy. “To my hell.”“No,” she gasped, stumbling backward. “I...”“One more word from you,” I interrupted, each word dripping with venom, “and you’ll turn into a corpse right here.”She immediately shut her mouth.I wrapped my arm around her waist; my touch was possessive and inescapable.Her body tensed beneath my grip, but the heat that radiated through her clothing only fueled the fire already burning inside me.Fear has a scent, did you know? Sweet and sharp all at once, and she was drenched in it.We had almost reached the exit when a voice called out behind us.“Are you the one who killed my people?”I slowly turned around, my arm still firmly around her waist.The young master of Liam Enterprise.He was nothing more than a pathetic excuse for a man. His existence was defined solely by his father’s name and money. He was a spoiled child playing power games he coul