LOGIN# ELENA'S VOSS #I woke to the weight of his body still half on top of mine, one heavy thigh pinned between my legs, his cock soft but still nestled against the slick mess he had left inside me. The black silk sheets were twisted around our hips. My wrists carried faint red marks from where he had held them. My throat ached in a way that made heat pulse low in my belly every time I swallowed.Morning light cut through the heavy curtains in thin, pale blades. For a few seconds I lay still, listening. The house was quiet. Too quiet. No footsteps in the corridor. No distant voices. Only the slow, steady rhythm of Damien’s breathing against the back of my neck and the faint, rhythmic scrape I had heard the night before, stone on stone, somewhere behind the wall to my left.I shifted. His arm tightened instantly around my waist.“Don’t,” he murmured, voice rough with sleep. “You’re not leaving this bed until I say.”I turned in his grip until we were face to face. His eyes were already ope
# ELENA'S VOSS #I never meant to return to Blackwood Manor. The place had been a wound in my memory for twelve years, stone walls that swallowed light, corridors that whispered with the dead, and a bloodline that preferred its secrets buried under marble and money. But the letter arrived on a Thursday, cream paper embossed with the Blackwood crest, and the words inside left no room for refusal.*You are the sole remaining heir. Present yourself within seven days or forfeit all claims.*I stood in the rain outside the iron gates at dusk, the black Mercedes that had brought me already gone. My name is Elena Voss, or at least that was the name I had lived under since I was sixteen. The name they gave me after they took me away. The name that was supposed to keep me safe. I was twenty-eight now, and the truth of my blood was about to claw its way out of the dark.The gates opened without a sound. The driveway stretched like a black tongue between ancient oaks. Lightning flickered over th
[ 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
I sank down slowly, taking every thick inch until my ass rested against his thighs. The stretch was perfect, deeper in this position, pressing against new sensitive spots that made my eyes flutter.“Fuck… you feel huge like this,” I moaned, bracing my hands on his chest.His fingers dug into my hip
# 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







