LOGINThe pressure was mounting like a storm ready to break. Three days had passed since Dominic announced the wedding would be moved up, and the Sinclair mansion had transformed into a whirlwind of activity. Florists came and went. Tailors adjusted dresses. Security teams swarmed the grounds like never before. Rory felt like she was suffocating under the weight of it all. Every morning she woke up with Jax’s scent still on her skin and the ache of their secret encounters between her legs. Every night she risked everything to go to him. But the walls were closing in. Julian had become more attentive — and more controlling. He insisted on accompanying her to every fitting, every meeting. His hand was always on her lower back, his eyes always watching. During one particularly tense lunch, he had leaned in close and whispered, “I know something is different about you lately. I don’t like secrets, Aurora.” Rory had smiled through the fear, but inside she was screaming. Meanwhile, Jax was
The announcement hit Rory like a punch to the gut. Two weeks. Just fourteen days until she was supposed to walk down the aisle and marry Julian Voss. The words echoed in her head as she sat frozen at the breakfast table, her fork hovering over her plate. Dominic Sinclair looked pleased with himself, as if he had just secured the deal of a lifetime. “Two weeks is more than enough time,” her father said, sipping his coffee. “The alliance with the Voss family will make us untouchable. Victor Lang won’t dare make another move after that.” Julian, sitting beside her, placed a hand on her thigh under the table — a gesture that was meant to be reassuring but felt like a cage closing around her. “I can’t wait to make you my wife,” he murmured, loud enough for the table to hear. Rory forced a smile, but inside she was screaming. Her eyes darted across the room to where Jax stood guard. His face was stone-cold, but she saw the storm in his grey eyes. His jaw was clenched so tightly she
The door clicked shut behind Rory, sealing her inside Jax Draven’s private quarters. The room was sparsely furnished but unmistakably his — dark tones, a large bed against one wall, weapons carefully stored on a side rack, and the faint scent of his cologne mixed with gun oil. For a moment, they simply stared at each other. Then Jax moved. He closed the distance in one stride, cupping her face with both hands and kissing her like a man starved. There was nothing gentle about it. This kiss was deep, desperate, and full of all the frustration he had been holding back all day. Rory moaned into his mouth, her hands sliding up his bare chest, feeling every hard ridge of muscle. “I’ve been going insane all day,” he growled against her lips, walking her backward toward the bed. “Watching him touch you. Call you his. It took everything I had not to drag you away and fuck you in front of him.” Rory’s robe slipped off her shoulders as he pushed it down. She stood before him completely nak
The rest of the afternoon dragged on like a slow torture. Rory spent hours in the formal sitting room with Julian, going over wedding plans that felt more like a business contract than a celebration of love. He spoke about the venue — a grand ballroom in one of the city’s most exclusive hotels — the guest list that included politicians, underworld bosses, and influential businessmen, and the honeymoon in the Maldives. Every word made her stomach twist. While Julian droned on about flower choices and seating arrangements, Rory’s mind kept drifting back to the alcove. To Jax’s possessive growl. To the way his body had caged hers. To the terrifying promise in his eyes when he said he would kill Julian before letting her marry him. She crossed her legs tightly, trying to ignore the persistent ache between her thighs. “You seem distracted, Aurora,” Julian said suddenly, his sharp blue eyes narrowing. He reached across the table and took her hand. His touch felt cold compared to Jax’s
Rory’s hands trembled slightly as she smoothed down her elegant cream-colored dress. The high neckline successfully hid most of Jax’s marks, but every time the fabric brushed against her skin, she remembered his mouth, his teeth, his hands claiming her. She hated how much she craved more. The front doors opened and Julian Voss stepped inside like he already owned the place. Tall, impeccably dressed in a tailored navy suit, with sharp features and cold blue eyes. He was handsome in a polished, almost artificial way. Everything about him screamed wealth and control. “Darling,” Julian said smoothly, taking her hand and pressing a dry kiss to her knuckles. “You look beautiful as always.” Rory forced a smile. “Julian. I wasn’t expecting you until this evening.” “I rearranged my schedule. We have wedding details to finalize.” His grip on her hand tightened just a fraction too much. “Your father wants this alliance sealed quickly.” From the corner of the hallway, Rory felt the burn of
The first rays of morning light filtered through the heavy silk curtains of Aurora Sinclair’s bedroom. She stirred slowly, her body aching in the most delicious and sinful ways. Every shift of her hips sent a reminder between her legs — a deep, tender soreness that made her cheeks flush even though she was alone. She sat up, wincing slightly, and touched her neck. The marks were there. Dark hickeys and the faint imprint of teeth. Jax had claimed her last night like a man possessed, and her body still carried the evidence. “Shit…” she whispered, rushing to her mirror. There was no hiding all of them. Three prominent marks on her neck and collarbone, plus more scattered across her breasts and inner thighs. She quickly chose a high-necked blouse and applied extra concealer, her heart racing the entire time. What had she done? She had let her father’s most dangerous enforcer fuck her raw against the hallway wall — and she had loved every brutal second of it. A knock on her door mad
The dining table felt far too small with Ethan sitting directly across from her.Lucy slid into her seat with a sweet smile plastered on her face, her short pleated skirt riding dangerously high on her thighs. She had chosen the spot carefully. Under the table her bare pussy was already slick and a
Lucy sprawled naked on her dorm bed, legs spread wide like a desperate slut. She shoved three fingers deep into her dripping pussy, pumping hard while her thumb rubbed her swollen clit in fast circles. Juices coated her hand and soaked the sheets. At twenty she stayed horny every damn day. Cock was
Lucy kept stroking Ethan’s thick cock while Sarah’s voice came through the speakerphone. The kitchen still smelled like sex and the marble counter felt sticky under her bare ass.Hey Mom, everything is perfect here, Lucy said in her sweetest voice. Her hand moved slow and steady up and down his sha
Lucy lay on her back on her mom’s bed with her legs still spread wide. Thick white cum leaked slowly from her stretched pussy and ran down the crack of her ass onto the sheets. She scooped some up with two fingers and brought it to her mouth. She licked it clean while staring straight at Ethan.Tas







