LOGINOctavia's POV
Everything happened so fast. One minute we were driving out of the Beacham estate into the city. Next, we were already at the airport. A helicopter was waiting. Red Dragon and I boarded the helicopter without delay and flew away. All the security guards were left behind, probably to take a different route. Our flight was smooth. Soon, we headed toward a private island. The view from above was so green and beautiful. Slowly, we dropped lower, and the full picture came into view. It was a small island. The island was crawling with armed guards. A large mansion stood in the middle of the island, a golf field by the left wing, and a large flower garden by the right. I saw the swimming pool sprawling in front of the mansion. The helicopter descended slowly, sending leaves and dust swirling across the landing pad. Before the blades had even stopped spinning, dozens of armed guards had already formed a protective circle around it. The door was opened, and the Red Dragon alighted first. Together, all the bodyguards saluted him, and then two ladies came forward… My eyes drifted to the ladies… “My Lord…” they called in unison. One was a tall blonde, he had the prettiest smile I had ever seen. The other looked like a Latina, pretty face, dark hair, sexy blue eyes. They rushed to hug the Red Dragon. I watched. The pleasantry was short, or whatever they were up to… then, the Red Dragon turned back to the helicopter, facing me. He gave me his hand. “This is Octavia Beacham. She's going to be my guest from now on.” The ladies exchanged glances. The silence that followed sent a chill down my spine. I looked around; the faces were unmoved. The security guards gave no reaction, like they had become robots or didn't hear. Then the lady came forward, the one with blonde hair. Her gaze swept over me, as though weighing my worth. Then she turned to Red Dragon… “My Lord,” her face drained of colour. Sadness was evident in her eyes. “Have Mira and I not been able to satisfy your needs?” She asked gently, pouting her lips. The other lady stepped forward… “My Lord, Bianca and I can give you any entertainment you so desire. Must you bring another woman home?” She frowned disappointedly. I was flabbergasted. Did she just call me another of the Red Dragon's girls? I waited for the Red Dragon to clear the air. I waited for him to tell them… that I'm not a whore, that I'm just here running from my family. But he didn't. He cleared his throat… “Now listen, both of you. You do whatever I command without questions. I can bring or have as many women as I see fit. And that's not gonna be a problem for anyone. Do you understand?” There was silence. The ladies nodded. But I saw the pain festering in their eyes. When my eyes met the blonde girl's, her chin folded, her eyes cast a glare filled with contempt upon me, and my blood turned to ice. I swallowed nervously. I had just arrived, and I already made an enemy. It would seem trouble had a way of following me around. “Let's go inside.” Red Dragon said. He led the way, releasing my hand and letting me walk beside him, but Mira jumped me, pushing me off the path. Side by side, Mira and Bianca walked beside the Red Dragon, ...each held onto one of his arms, as if claiming their place while I trailed behind them. I sighed. We walked through the garden and then around the swimming pool. The island looked peaceful despite the heavy security. The mansion stood before us, white, elegant. The house was large, bigger than my father's mansion. The golden interior and ancient artifacts created a warm ambiance, bathing the sitting room with a rare taste of luxury and mystery. “Wow!” I exclaimed inwardly. I didn't know I had drawn attention until his voice called me back… “What do you think of my home, my darling Octavia?” My face snapped back to the Red Dragon and I smiled. “Your home is so beautiful, my Lord. I like the sword,” I said pointing at an ancient sword hung on the wall. All eyes turned. His laughter was immediate. “Aye… that's a very old sword. Do you wanna know the story behind it?” I nodded. My eyes shifted to the two ladies who had gone quiet, arms folded against their chest, but their eyes never left me for a second. When my gaze met with Bianca’s, darkness enveloped her eyes. Her expression hardened, daggers of disdain directed at me. Mira’s fists clenched, her fingers digging into her palms. “Krul??” The Red Dragon's voice cut across the room, easing my mind. A man came forward… “my Lord…” “Take Octavia. Show her to the room closest to mine. Make sure it suits her taste. She'll be staying close to me during her time here.” The man bowed and came to me. “This way my lady…” he took my hand gently. He was so gentle, like I mattered. I couldn't remember the last time I was treated like this. Like I had value. But as we turned to climb the stairs, I looked back to Bianca and Mira one final time…. The two women glanced at each other, and Bianca gnashed her teeth in fury.Octavia's POV It had been nearly 24 hours since Red Dragon had me pinned to his mattress for the first time. He had left me inside after claiming me. I understood the message; I could stay. I could touch what I wanted. Likewise, I could look around.Inside the luxury bedroom, I run things now. No Mira, no Bianca. Red Dragon finally made his command clear; I was not to leave the room without his permission. I obeyed; I remained indoors. And for whatever reason, Mira or Bianca had not shown up, for once.I got bored and decided to look around the room. The drawer by the bed was half-open, a thing that wouldn't matter in a private space. But with me here, the room had become a space for two, rather than Red Dragon's privacy.I found a black shirt folded and carefully placed inside the drawer. Red Dragon's familiar scent was worn proudly in the fabric.I began to unfold the black shirt slowly, wondering what could be inside. Why is a shirt placed inside a drawer? Before I could think
Sarah’s POVJake’s hands were still in my hair when I heard my father’s footsteps in the hallway.I should have pulled away.But I didn’t.“Sarah?” He said my name like it was a question. Like he wasn't entirely sure it was me pressed against the wall.His voice cracked down the hall like a whip. I turned, still pressed against the wall, Jake’s mouth barely off my neck.My eyes met my father's; he stood there, chest heaving, eyes wide with a fury I hadn’t seen since the day the videos of Jake and me leaked to the Internet.“In my house?” he said, voice low and shaking. “Under my roof, with your sister's husband?”I snorted.“Ex-husband,” I corrected, straightening my blouse. Unbothered.He went silent, disbelief hanging over his features, mixed with the kind of anger I had barely seen on him. “Come on, Dad… There’s a difference,” I protested.“I don’t care what you call him.” His hands curled into fists at his sides. “This is wrong, and you will not do this here. I won’t allow it.”I
Octavia’s POVHis weight settled between my legs. That was when my whole body stopped fighting.I felt his thick, long cock sliding across the bare skin of my thighs. He didn't announce; he just drove into me in one hard thrust, and a sound tore out of my throat that I didn’t recognize as mine. His cock was massive. Thick. The length went so deep that it made my eyes water. And somehow, the burn felt good.“Fuckkkk…” I breathed, nails digging into his shoulders. “Don’t stop. Fuck me hard.”He pulled almost all the way out and slammed back in, deeper this time. All the length buried inside me. My body arched off the bed on its own. It was real. I felt that stretch in my guts.“That’s it,” he growled against my neck. “If you want to be a whore, let's do it the proper way. I'll take every form of resistance from you. And you'll call me Daddy from now on.” I gasped, heat pooling inside me. I felt his cock so deep, I couldn't even find words anymore. Tears filled my eyes, but it wasn't
OctaviaI sat on the balcony alone, staring at the sky like it might give me something. It didn’t. But my mind was already working the angles.I couldn't get all the pictures off my mind… The golden throne. The high altar. The Durango headquarters where every powerful figure in the country bowed to that one seat. Even the blonde haired lady who who ended two men that night; probably to settle a dispute or whatever, and it wasn't recorded as crime, nor investigated.Each time I remember Red Dragon sitting high above like nothing could touch him, it makes my stomach churn. The entire country's underground network worshipped him; they bowed to the same man who, behind closed doors, wanted to submit. Unless Bianca was wrong… I could picture everything so clearly that it burned. And I needed it, the way I needed air.Bianca had given me everything she knew. From her mouth it sounded almost simple. His desire became something I hadn’t expected. Something no one would see coming.But he w
Octavia's POVBianca settled beside me on the bed, tucking one leg beneath her. Her knee pressed lightly against my thigh. She didn’t pull away.She sighed. I watched her chest rise and fall before she turned her attention to me.“You want to understand him,” she said. It wasn’t a question.I nodded. “I need to.”Her eyes moved slowly across my face, as though she were measuring how much weight I could carry before it broke something inside me.Then she nodded. Her lips pressed together for a second before parting again.“Red Dragon is not really who the public sees him as,” she began.I didn't say a word. I stared blankly ahead, waiting for an explanation.“To the world, he is a powerful cartel boss who defeated the greatest enemy this great country has ever faced.”I nodded in agreement.“To some, he has no weakness, no conscience, just a cold-blooded killer.”I drew a slow breath. “Those who think like that are not entirely wrong…” The thought hung heavily in my chest.Bianca smirk
Octavia’s POVThe applause stayed in my ears long after we left the hall.Even after the car had carried us back to the island, I could still see them.Rows of the most powerful men and women in Valdoria, standing beneath the golden light, clapping for me.Billionaires who once never cared to know me. Cartel lords whose names alone could make people disappear.That night, I was someone.Not Octavia the pig. Not the disgrace of the Beacham family. Nor the fat daughter nobody wanted standing beside them.I had stood beside Draven Ironclaw in front of the entire underworld of Valdoria, and they had bowed their heads.They had respected me.And now that I had tasted it, I didn't think I could ever be satisfied with anything less.I wanted more… Every single day, for the rest of my life.---We had arrived at the island about an hour ago. I sat on the edge of my bed, still wearing the gown from the initiation.I didn't even bother to change. I just sat there, staring at nothing, while my m







