MasukThe penthouse was supposed to be safe. Three weeks after the boardroom victory, Emma’s belly was already showing again — round, heavy, glowing under the oversized white shirt she refused to take off. Marcus and Ryan had just finished fucking her on the kitchen island, her legs over their shoulders, both cocks buried deep while she came so hard she squirted across the marble. They were still inside her, still panting, when her phone lit up on the counter.Emma reached for it lazily. One name flashed on the screen.**Apex Insider News**Her stomach dropped.She swiped. The headline screamed in bold red:**EXCLUSIVE: PREGNANT COLLARED CEO STEPDAUGHTER SPENDS NIGHTS IN PENTHOUSE ORGY WITH MYSTERY MEN**The attached photo was grainy but unmistakable — Emma at the open-window boardroom orgy, collar gleaming, belly already showing, Marcus and Ryan on either side of her like a throne. The body-cam footage the hacker had stolen from the night she signed the merger.Ryan’s face turned to ston
The penthouse smelled of sex, takeout Thai food, and the faint metallic tang of victory that still clung to the air from the boardroom earlier that afternoon. Emma lay sprawled naked across the massive sectional couch, belly swollen and heavy, collar gleaming against her throat. Marcus and Ryan had finally peeled themselves away from the merger paperwork only to realize the real war the one that had simmered since the very first time their mouths met over her years ago was still burning between them.Marcus lounged at one end, long legs spread, shirt unbuttoned to reveal the V of muscle that disappeared into his slacks. “She’s mine to break first tonight,” he said, voice low and edged with that familiar possessiveness. “Been three days since I had her dripping down my thighs alone.”Ryan’s jaw tightened. He sat at the other end, tie long gone, sleeves rolled up. “You had her in the office this morning. She’s been leaking to both of us since then. Fair’s fair. I’m taking her mouth firs
The Voss-Apex boardroom smelled of polished walnut, expensive coffee, and the metallic tang of fear.Emma Voss sat at the head of the long table in the oversized black shirt that still barely covered her pregnant belly, the permanent collar glowing like a brand under the recessed lights. Marcus and Ryan flanked her two suits of black, one of them still damp from the shower they’d shared with her at dawn. The merger vote was minutes away. The city watched. The world was about to learn exactly who owned her now.The CEO, Harlan Voss (no relation, but he sure acted like it), slid a tablet across the table.“Gentlemen… ladies. This is the final push. The merger closes at noon if we approve the acquisition. Apex has been bleeding cash for months. One more quarter and the entire empire”Emma cut him off, voice calm and lethal.“I have proof.”She tapped the screen. The board froze.There it was: timestamped security footage from the penthouse, the open-window boardroom orgy, the collar goin
Emma’s apartment was dark and cold.The city’s glow bled through the floor-to-ceiling windows, but inside it felt like a tomb. She’d been here three hours maybe four since Ryan had carried her out of the penthouse like a surrendered prize. Her oversized shirt still clung to her curves, collar gleaming wetly against her throat. She sat on the edge of the bed, knees drawn up, one hand cradling the growing swell of her belly while the other traced the faint stretch marks Marcus had already started kissing the night before.The silence pressed in.No Marcus. No Ryan. Just the echo of the city and the ache between her thighs that still hadn’t fully faded.A soft click sounded from the front door.She froze.The lock turned. The door opened.Marcus stepped in first, eyes scanning the room like he expected to find her gone. He wore a charcoal suit, tie already loosened, hair slightly mussed. Behind him came Ryan same suit, same tie,
Ryan Voss never did things halfway.The moment Emma stepped out of the shower still naked, still leaking Marcus’s cum down her thighs the air in the penthouse shifted. Marcus had left earlier for a late-night deal to close the Voss-Apex merger, leaving them alone in the dark luxury apartment. Ryan stood in the middle of the living room, shirt unbuttoned, tie loosened, eyes already burning with the hunger that had been simmering since the open-window boardroom orgy.“You’re ours now,” he said, voice low and rough. “Pregnant. Collared. Marked. And the city still doesn’t know half of it.”Emma reached for her shirt, the oversized one that barely covered her growing belly. “Ryan, it’s late. I’m tired”He crossed the room in three strides, cupped her jaw, and kissed her hard enough to bruise. The kiss tasted like whiskey and possession. When he pulled back, his thumb brushed the permanent collar at her throat.“I want to watch you break a little more,” he murmured against her lips. “I want
The penthouse was quiet except for the low hum of the city far below, a distant heartbeat that matched the frantic rhythm inside Emma’s chest. She stood on the balcony in nothing but one of Ryan’s oversized shirts, the hem brushing the tops of her thighs, the fabric still carrying the faint scent of his cologne mixed with the musky residue of the evening before. Her hand rested on her small but growing bump, fingers tracing lazy circles over the smooth curve that had begun to lift just slightly in the past weeks. The night air was cool against her bare legs, carrying the promise of autumn with a hint of rain. She stared at the glittering lights of the city hundreds of windows winking back like watchful eyes and tried to make sense of everything that had happened in the last month alone. The hostile takeover had been neutralized with her stolen evidence, the board had voted in their favor, and the new contract now sat in a secure vault downstairs, signed and sealed with the weight of t







