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Welcome to the beginning of a dark, obsessive journey. This is the first story in my dark romance compilation:LOVED IN THE DARK. When you reach the next title change, don’t be alarmed—we're still on the same path, just deeper into the shadows. Each story connects, each one pushing boundaries further
But Zeke was never only sadist. Business hummed always beneath the lust. That very night, still smelling like sex, he retreated to his office and pulled Eli—limping, marked, wearing only Zeke’s shirt—into his lap. The phone rang. Imelda’s sharp alto answered on speaker. Zeke reiterated to Imelda that Eli was the one who would manage accounts for their illegal streams.Eli’s head, foggy and deep in subspace, tilted. Most men would mutter, deflect. But Eli smiled slow and delirious, pupils wide, and rasped into the call: “I knew you weren’t plain or ordinary. And I love it. I love you.” Silence detonated. Imelda choked audibly over the line, stunned by what was supposed to be a defiant slut bowing unapologetically—and in public.Zeke’s hand froze on Eli’s thigh, for once surprised. He caught Eli’s lips brushing his throat, his nuzzle like an owned pet content in his Master's command. “It seems,” Zeke murmured low, dark amusement curling, “You indeed want me to ravish your ass as
The tension had been building for days. Delilah had watched Eli become Zeke’s test subject of control—plugged, clamped, vibrating, edged, denied, displayed like a whore at the table while the rest of them watched him tremble under Zeke’s command. She hadn’t said the words out loud, but envy was corroding her insides. She wanted it, too. She wanted to be handled, humiliated, broken—but pride is a terrible shield. And Zeke, more than anyone, knew when a shield was ready to collapse. “Kitten,” he said one morning, tossing a small device onto the counter in front of her. A sleek black vibrator—an egg with a remote. “You’ll wear this today. At work. All day.” His voice was calm, but it was iron forged into syllables. “Do exactly what I say. Report back tonight.” Delilah’s breath stalled. The memories of watching Eli quake under toy control were raw. Her mouth opened as if to protest, but the way Zeke stepped forward, pinning her with a look like a predator certain of the hunt, silenc
Zeke wasn’t done with him. He scooped the limp Eli into his arms, carrying him away from the mess of the counter to the bathroom. Washing him gently, drying his body with a rough towel but with tenderness beneath. Eli was deep enough into subspace already. Zeke wanted to push him further—but do it right.He whispered while drying him: “Now we give you what your slut body craves. Toys. Control. Pain wrapped in love.” Eli nodded, eyes glassy. He didn’t argue.Returning to the bedroom, Zeke selected deliberately: a small, glassy butt plug, designed for long wear. Loose nipple clamps tuned down to teasing rather than raging pain. And finally—the most sadistic choice—he inserted a slim vibrating urethral sounder into Eli’s cock, but left it switched off, filling Eli with that terrifying, aching anticipation.Eli whimpered as Zeke adjusted the plug, sighing at the fullness. He panted as the sounder slid in, cock twitching in sensation. Zeke smiled, brushing his hair back. “Good boy. You don
The scent of sizzling potatoes hung in the air.Early light stretched across the penthouse countertops in thin, golden slashes, illuminating the sleek space. The kitchen felt too normal—quiet, domestic—after the storm that had consumed the previous night. Eli stood at the stove, his toned body dressed lazily in nothing but boxers and an oversized shirt that wasn’t even his. His normally sharp eyes seemed softened by the exhaustion of surrender, by the remnants of tears and the marks left across his ass and thighs. He should have been wrecked, resting with Delilah and Damien still asleep in the piles of blankets and sheets sprawled across the lounge. And yet, somewhere inside Eli, there was always that impulse—to serve, to distract, to keep his hands moving. Cooking was the one thing that made him feel tethered, even after nights where he lost everything to them.He hummed under his breath, cracking eggs into a pan while the fries drained on a paper towel, crisp and steaming. The sizzl
Delilah's heart pounded like a war drum as she pulled up to the towering glass facade of the penthouse building, the city's lights reflecting off its sleek surface like a beacon of both allure and dread. Her black dress clung to her skin, a thin veil that did little to shield her from the cool evening air or the storm of anticipation brewing inside her. She had spent the entire day replaying Zeke's message in her mind, each word a hook that sank deeper into her psyche. "You disobeyed, kitten. Be at the penthouse tonight. 8 PM sharp. Come prepared to learn." Prepared? She had no idea what that truly meant, but the ache between her thighs and the lingering soreness from her solo indiscretion told her it involved surrender on a level she'd only glimpsed before. Her hands trembled as she stepped out of the cab, heels clicking against the pavement, the sound echoing in the quiet night. The doorman nodded knowingly, his expression neutral as if women like her arrived here every evening—perh
Delilah stumbled through the door of her modest apartment, the lock clicking shut behind her like a final warning she was too far gone to heed. The night with Eli, Zeke, and Damien had left her body humming, a live wire of unfulfilled need that pulsed through her veins. Zeke's command echoed in her mind— "Do not touch yourself"—but it was a futile barrier against the storm raging inside her. She kicked off her shoes, the cool air kissing her still-damp skin from the restaurant's earlier torment, and collapsed onto her bed, still fully clothed. The sheets were a mess from her earlier restlessness, but she didn't care. Her mind was a whirlwind of images: Eli's smirking face as he fingered her under the table, Damien's warm hands on her body, and Zeke's commanding stare that made her knees weak. She tried to shake it off, telling herself she could resist, that this insatiable hunger wasn't who she was meant to be. But deep down, she knew it was a lie.She paced the small room, her breath







