登入"Answer me, Harrison!"My scream tore through the sound of the rain beating against the heavy glass doors of the mansion.We were now standing in the dark, grand hallway. Water was dripping off my clothes, pooling on the expensive wooden floor beneath my sneakers. My teeth were chattering from the cold sea wind, but my chest felt like it was on fire.Harrison stood completely still. His black coat was soaked through, sticking to his broad shoulders. His storm-grey eyes were fixed on me, dark and unreadable.He didn't answer. He raised one heavy hand, trying to hold my face.“Don't touch me!” I yelled, taking a step back. My wet foot slipped slightly on the puddle, but I caught myself against the wall. “Every time I ask you about her, you shut your mouth! You drag me into rooms, and put your hands on me like you own me—but you won't even look me in the eye and say her name!”“Her name was Hannah!” Harrison roared suddenly, his voice booming through the empty hallway.I flinched, my bre
“He followed us.”My voice sounded hollow, almost completely lost in the loud roar of the wind whipping around the cliff balcony.Harrison’s heavy hand tightened on my hip, his grip turning to iron. “What did you say?”Without a word, I raised the camera and thrust the small digital screen toward his face.Harrison leaned down, his dark grey eyes narrowing as he looked at the zoomed-in image. The cold light of the screen lit up his sharp jawline. I watched his face turn from quiet focus into pure, absolute wrath. The heavy muscles along his neck locked up, thick veins bulging against his skin.“Marcus,” Harrison growled, his voice dropping into a low, lethal register that sent a shiver straight down my spine.“He's taking pictures of us,” I whispered, the cold sea air burning my lungs. “He's hiding in the treeline right now.”Harrison didn't waste a single second. He grabbed my wrist in a firm, unbreakable grip, pulling me off the windy balcony and leading me straight back inside the
“You look like you just saw a ghost, Ivana.”Damien’s smooth voice sliced through the cold silence of the room.I flinched so hard my hand knocked against the camera body, almost sending it crashing onto the desk. I slammed the small LCD screen down toward the wood, hiding the digital image, but Damien was already leaning against the doorframe. He had his hands shoved casually into his trouser pockets, watching me with a sharp, dangerous intensity.“Get out of my room, Damien,” I choked out. My chest was heaving, and my heart was hammering like a trapped bird against my ribs.Damien didn't leave. He stepped inside, letting the heavy oak door swing shut behind him with a soft, ominous click. He walked slowly across the plush rug, stopping right beside the desk. His dark eyes flicked from my pale face down to the camera I was clutching like a weapon.“He gave you the old archived memory cards, didn't he?” Damien asked softly. A cold, knowing smirk pulled at the corner of his lips. “He t
“Did you really think I’d just sit back and let you play happy family on the coast, Dad?”I froze on the cold marble of the grand foyer. My hand twitched over the strap of my heavy camera bag.It was barely 4:45 AM. The sky outside the high glass windows was a bruised, ink-black blue. Down the grand staircase walked Damien. He wasn't in pyjamas, and he didn't look like someone who had just woken up. He wore a crisp, dark grey suit, his tie loosely knotted around his neck. In his right hand, he casually twirled a polished silver keycard.Harrison stood by the open double doors, his massive frame wrapped in a tailored black coat. He slowly turned around. His grey eyes narrowed into thin, lethal slits as he looked at his son.“I told you to stay out of my way, Damien,” Harrison said. His voice was a low, vibrating growl that usually made everyone in the room drop their gaze.But Damien didn't. He walked down the last step, stopping just three feet away from his father. A slow, razor-shar
“Is it true, Dad?”My voice was barely a whisper, but it sliced straight through the thick, suffocating silence hanging over the living room.My eyes were glued to his face, searching for a twitch, a flicker of denial—anything. But he went completely still. His storm-grey eyes hardened into cold granite, his jaw clenching so tight the heavy muscle jumped along his jawline.He didn't deny it.The silence hit me like a physical blow to the chest. The floor felt like it was tilting beneath my feet. Every touch, every possessive grip, and every filthy word he had growled into my ear in his bed just twenty minutes ago suddenly turned to ash in my mouth.“Get out,” Harrison growled softly.It wasn't shouted, but the deadly register in his voice made the air freeze. He didn't look at me—his pitch-black gaze was locked directly onto his son.“But Dad, I was just—” Damien started, his smug smirk faltering for a split second under the sudden, suffocating pressure in the room.“I said get the fu
“Or what, Dad?” Damien sneered, his dark eyes sparkling with dangerous provocation. “You're going to hit me in front of your wife?”The air in the living room turned instantly lethal. Harrison didn't say a word. He stepped past me with terrifying speed, his massive hand shooting out to grab Damien by his throat, slamming him hard against the edge of the dark mahogany bar.Glasses rattled violently on the glass shelves. Damien gasped, his bourbon spilling over his fingers as Harrison’s thick grip tightened around his windpipe.“I don't give a fuck who is standing in this room,” Harrison growled, his voice a low, dark rumble from the depths of his chest. “You test me again, Damien, and I will tear your life apart piece by piece. Is that clear?”Damien choked out a strained laugh, his face turning red under his father's crushing weight, but he nodded once, his eyes full of pure, vengeful hatred. Harrison released him with a rough shove, leaving Damien coughing and rubbing his bruised nec
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





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