Mag-log in[ AVA’S POV ]The fire on the dock burned for hours.By the time the sky began to lighten, the private launch was a blackened skeleton and the bodies were ash and bone. Dominic drove us north without stopping, one hand on the wheel, the other resting possessively between my legs, two fingers occasionally pressing against the damp center of my jeans just to feel the mess he had left in me. We didn’t speak. There was nothing left to say that the blood and the bullets and the way he had fucked me over Roman’s cooling body hadn’t already made clear.We abandoned the safe house before noon. Dominic wiped every surface, burned the last of the stained ledger pages, and left the stone cottage empty and cold. The car ate the miles. By nightfall we were in a different state, checking into a quiet lakeside cabin under names that belonged to no one. Cash only. No cameras. No questions.The cabin smelled of pine and old wood. One bedroom. One bed. A wide window that looked out over black water and
[ AVA’S POV ]The second night before we moved on, Roman tasted like metal and rain.Dominic spent the morning with the ledgers open and the gun within reach, mapping every approach to the private dock, every escape route, every man Roman was likely to bring. I sat across from him at the table, naked because he had ordered it, legs loosely spread so he could see the slow, continuous leak of his cum from the last time he had taken me. He liked the visual. He liked knowing I was still full while he planned a man’s death.Every so often he would reach across the table without looking up from the pages, push two fingers into me, and stroke the swollen, used walls of my cunt while he spoke.“Roman arrives by private launch at 01:40,” he said, curling his fingers. “Four men with him on the boat. Two more are already on the dock for perimeter. We take the perimeter first. Silent. Then we wait for the launch. When he steps onto the wood, I put two in his chest and one in his head. You stay in
[ AVA’S POV ]The ledgers smelled like old ink, dust, and other people’s secrets.Dominic spread them across the kitchen table of the safe house while I sat naked on the counter behind him, legs open, his cum still slowly leaking out of me onto the cool stone. He had not let me clean up after the last time. He wanted the physical reminder. Every time I shifted, another thick trickle slid down my inner thigh and he glanced over his shoulder to watch it with dark satisfaction.His bandaged arm moved carefully as he turned the pages. The bullet graze had stopped bleeding, but the white gauze was already spotted with faint pink. He ignored it completely. His focus was absolute, eyes scanning columns of names, dates, coded locations, and sums of money that made my stomach turn.“Roman’s entire network,” he said quietly. “Warehouses. Shell companies. The men who collect. The men who disappear. And here,” He tapped a page near the back. “Regular payments to a private security firm that speci
[ AVA’S POV ]The rain had stopped by the time we left the safe house, but the night still smelled like wet stone and blood.Dominic dressed me himself. Black jeans that clung to the dried mess on my thighs. A dark sweater that hid the bruises his mouth had left on my breasts. No underwear. He checked the fit with his hands, sliding his palms over my ass, between my legs, confirming I was still slick and open for him. When his fingers came away shiny he made me clean them with my tongue before we walked out the door.“Tonight we end the man who holds Roman’s real books,” he said as he started the car. “His name is Marcus Hale. Old associate. Keeps the physical ledgers in a locked room above a pawn shop on the south side. Security is two men at the door and a camera that loops every ninety seconds. We go in silence. I get the books. You stay where I put you. If it goes loud, you run for the car and you don’t stop.”His hand settled high on my thigh as he drove, thumb stroking the inner
[ AVA’S POV ]I woke to the sound of the knife being sharpened.The soft, rhythmic scrape of steel on stone cut through the gray morning light of the safe house. Dominic sat at the small wooden table near the high window, shirtless, the matte blade moving steadily against the whetstone. The gun lay within reach. The list of names from Elias Crowe sat open beside him, two of them already crossed out in black ink.I was still naked under the sheet, thighs sticky, cunt sore and swollen from the night before. Every shift of my legs reminded me how thoroughly he had used me after we left the warehouse, in the car, against the wall the moment we walked through the door, then again on the bed until I was shaking and incoherent. His cum had dried in thin trails down my inner thighs. The bruises on my hips had darkened to a deep purple.He glanced over when he heard me move. His eyes dropped immediately to the sheet that had slipped down to my waist, then lower, to the faint sheen still visibl
[ AVA’S POV ]Dawn at the safe house was gray and quiet.I woke to the weight of Dominic’s hand between my legs, two fingers already buried inside me, moving in slow, deliberate strokes. He had kept his promise. Every time I drifted toward real sleep he had pulled me back, mouth on my cunt, cock sliding into the mess he had already made, fingers holding his cum inside me like he was sealing a claim. My body ached in the most thorough way. Thighs sticky. Cunt swollen and sensitive. Nipples tender from his teeth.“Morning,” he said against the back of my neck. His voice was rough. “Still so wet for your brother. Even in your sleep you open for me.”I pushed back against his hand with a soft, broken sound. He added a third finger and curled them, finding that spot that made my hips jerk. The wet sound of it filled the small bedroom. Outside, rain still dripped from the trees. Inside, there was only the heat of him and the slow, filthy rhythm of his fingers fucking me open.“We leave at d
# EUNICE #I lay there panting, my body still trembling with aftershocks as the vibrator buzzed uselessly against my oversensitive clit. He reached down and gently took it from my hand, switching it off and tossing it aside on the bed. His eyes never left mine.“Next time?” I whispered, voice hoars
[ EUNICE ]I stood in front of my stepbrother’s room, watching him work out. The muscles in his arms flexed effortlessly as he lifted weights, and I couldn't take my eyes off his biceps and abs. He looked breathtakingly beautiful. If he weren't my stepbrother, I would have devoured him right then a
He didn’t even give me time to catch my breath. He scooped me up off the couch, my legs wrapping around him again as he carried me into the kitchen. The cool air kissed my overheated skin, making my nipples tighten instantly.He set me on the edge of the marble island counter, the cold surface a sh
I whimpered, leaning back against his solid chest. His cock was hard again, pressing hot and heavy against my lower back.“Bend over,” he growled.I braced my hands on the mirror. He kicked my feet apart, gripped my hips, and thrust back inside me in one smooth stroke. The new angle made me cry out







