LOGINThe video played on loop in the dim light of my bedroom, grainy security footage capturing every humiliating second between Marcus and me. The angle was perfect, clear enough to see everything.This wasn't from Marcus, but from another unknown number. My hands trembled as I watched it, who the hell had access to the estate’s cameras? Damien? One of the staff? My mom? Or worse Harrison? The question sat on my mind like a loaded gun. I tossed my phone onto the bed and buried my face in my hands, my full hair falling forward like a curtain. My body still hummed from the frantic orgasm I’d chased earlier while thinking of Harrison, but the pleasure had curdled into ash. “Daddy’s dirty little secret.” The words tasted like betrayal now, I had let Marcus use me because I was broken, because Harrison had shown me what real desire felt like and then left me starving in this gilded cage, and now someone else knew.A knock on the door made me jolt upright.“Ivy?” Damien’s voice, low and edged
Morning light sliced through the heavy velvet curtains of the Voss estate, casting long golden streaks across the marble floors. I hadn’t slept a single minute, after trying to scrub every trace of Marcus from my body in a scalding shower. I’d tossed and turned, Damien’s words replaying on loops, letting my cheating ex bend me over, the guilt was a living monster in my chest, clawing at my lungs until I could barely breathe. I paced my bedroom in nothing but an oversized T, my messy auburn waves tangled from tossing and turning. My full breasts felt heavy, nipples still sensitive from the rough way Marcus had gripped me. My pussy ached, not just from the pounding, but from the emptiness that followed. Harrison was the one who had made me cum like that for the first time, Marcus was just a cheap substitute, and I hated myself for needing it.My mom and Harrison were still on their trip, and wouldn't be back until tomorrow. I dragged myself downstairs in my oversized T and shorts, m
Damien's body stood framed in the living room entrance like a shadow come to life, I knew he was the one because I had seen his picture in Harrison’s study. His lean-muscled frame tense under the low glow of the antique chandelier, his steel-gray eyes so eerily similar to his father’s, swept over my exposed ass and the scene with predatory sharpness. Marcus froze mid-thrust as his cock was still buried deep inside me, pulsing with the last spurts of his release, my hoodie still shoved up around my waist, the messy evidence of what we’d done glistening on my skin. My face flushed with shame and guilt.Marcus pulled out of me with a wet sound that made me flinch. I dragged my hoodie down quickly but it was useless, as the unmistakable trails of Marcus’s thick cum dripped slowly down my bare thighs. The air hung thick with the raw scent of sex, the grand piano still creaking faintly from where Marcus had bent me over moments ago. My heart slammed against my chest so hard I thought it mi
The heavy oak doors of the Voss estate slammed shut with finality, the sound echoing through the marble foyer like a gunshot. Diana’s elegant laugh floated back one last time as she waved from the black Rolls Royce, Harrison’s powerful frame beside her, his hand resting possessively on her lower back. Two-week honeymoon in a private Lisbon villa overlooking the ocean, my mother getting everything she wanted. I stood at the top of the sweeping staircase in my oversized hoodie, arms wrapped tight around my soft hourglass body, watching the taillights disappear down the long coastal drive. Alone For the first time since the wedding, the gilded prison felt truly empty.My phone buzzed in my hand, Unknown number. The video loaded instantly: grainy security footage from the wedding night, Harrison’s massive 6’4” body pinning me against the bathroom marble, his thick cock slamming deep inside me as I moaned like a whore, my full lips parted in shock and pleasure. The memory hit me like lig
The doorknob turned, one slow, scraping click, and my entire body went numb. Harrison was off the bed before I could think, crossing the room in three silent strides and pressing himself flat against the wall beside the curtain, with no panic on his face, just stillness.I yanked the duvet to my chin, smoothed my expression into something resembling interrupted sleep, and waited.“Come in,” I said.My mom eased through the door in her champagne-coloured robe, her hair was packed into a messy bun and her face was soft in the low lamplight, beautiful in the quiet way she only was when her guard was down.“Sorry, sweetheart,” she said, her eyes moved around the room, and something in her shoulders softened. “I saw your light on, so I thought maybe you couldn’t sleep either.”“Just reading.” I held up my phone as proof, the screen was black, but she didn’t notice.She crossed to the bed and sat on the edge, the exact spot Harrison had been sitting a few minutes ago. The mattress was stil
The lock clicked like a gunshot in the silent bedroom. Harrison's body filled the doorway, moonlight spilled across his open black shirt and the hard lines of his chest. My silk nightgown suddenly felt transparent, I clutched the duvet to my chest, heart hammering so hard I was sure he could hear it.“Please leave,” I whispered fiercely.But instead, he stepped inside and closed the door with a soft, deliberate click. Those storm-gray eyes pinned me in place, dark with the same hunger that had undone me hours earlier in the bathroom. “We can’t pretend it didn’t happen, Ivana.”My stomach twisted. “Watch me try.” You married my mother today, and she’s sleeping down the hall on your wedding night, and you’re here in my room like some predator.”He didn’t flinch. Instead, he crossed the room with that measured, powerful stride and stopped at the foot of the bed. The mattress dipped slightly as he sat on the edge, close enough that the heat of his body reached me. “The escort arrangement
My heart stopped. Harrison, my stepfather, was still buried deep inside me. His cock was twitching with the last pulses of his release as warm water cascaded over our joined bodies, and the applause from downstairs swelled like thunder in my ears. My mother’s voice, bright and proud, echoed through
“Fuck me please” I said between gasps.His fingers were still buried deep inside me, curling relentlessly against that spot that made my vision blur, His storm-gray eyes locked onto mine, daring me to say it out loud.I was trembling on the edge, my hand still wrapped around his thick, pulsing cock
My heart slammed against my ribs, I should speak, back out or even explain that I was the bride’s daughter, that I was lost, broken, and…, but Mark’s cruel words echoed in my head.This stranger looked at me like he already wanted to devour me, and for the first time since I walked into that nightm
My heels clicked softly against the hallway floor as I balanced the cake box in one hand and a chilled bottle of champagne in the other. Tonight was supposed to be perfect, it was my three-year anniversary with Mark. I had spent the entire afternoon at the salon, gotten my nails done in the deep cri







