Masuk
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~~Elena's Pov~~
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I stood outside Damien Blackthorn’s penthouse office, my heart hammering so hard I could feel it in my throat. My palms were sweaty against the strap of my bag. I knew I shouldn’t be here. Out of all the people who could help my family, I had chosen him — Damien Blackthorn, my older brother Ryan’s best friend since college.
The same man I had secretly lusted after for the past three years.
I told myself it was because he was the only one rich enough to clear our massive debt. But that was only half the truth. The real reason I was standing here in this tight black dress, my nipples already hard against the fabric, was because I wanted an excuse to get close to him. To finally feel those intense icy-blue eyes on my body. To see if the fantasies I had about him while touching myself at night could ever become real.
I took a deep breath and knocked.
“Come in.”
The moment I stepped inside, the air shifted. Damien was leaning against his massive desk, arms crossed across his broad shoulders, looking every bit the ruthless billionaire he was. He was tall, powerfully built, with sharp black hair, a chiseled jawline, and those piercing blue eyes that always made my knees weak.
And right now those icy-blue eyes were on me.
This wasn’t the first time Damien was looking at me that way. To him, it was probably just a look but to me I have had several sex dreams about my brother's best friend since the day I saw him with Ryan in our living room playing video games three years ago. That look was pure lust and desire..
I pressed my thighs together, trying to ignore the sudden rush of heat between my legs. I was already wet, embarrassingly wet, just from being in the same room as this man. My nipples had tightened into hard peaks against my simple white blouse, and I could feel my pulse throbbing low in my belly.
“Elena,” he said, his deep voice sliding over my skin like velvet. His gaze slowly dragged down my body — lingering on the way my dress hugged my breasts and hips. “You sounded… desperate when you called.”
My pussy clenched at the way he said it. I pressed my thighs together, trying to ignore the sudden rush of wetness between my legs.
“I am,” I admitted, my voice softer than I wanted. “Mom’s hospital bills are piling up. We’re going to lose the house if I don’t do something. Ryan doesn’t know how bad it is yet. I didn’t want to come to you, but… I have no choice.”
Damien pushed off the desk and walked toward me slowly. Every step made my heart beat faster. He stopped just inches away, close enough that I could smell his expensive cologne — dark, masculine, addictive.
“So you came to me,” he murmured, his eyes never leaving mine. “Out of everyone… you chose me.”
I swallowed hard. Yes. I had chosen him. Because deep down, I wanted this. I wanted him. Even though he was my brother’s best friend. Even if Ryan ever found out, it would destroy everything.
“I really need the money,” I whispered. “I’ll do anything.”
Damien’s lips curved into a slow, dangerous smile. He tilted my chin up with two fingers, forcing me to meet his icy, piercing gaze. My lips parted on a soft exhale. For one wild moment, I pictured him shoving me against the desk, ripping my skirt up, and taking what he wanted right here in his luxurious office.
“Anything?” he asked, his voice dropping lower. “Be careful what you offer, Elena. I’m not a nice man.”
My breath hitched. I could feel my nipples tightening painfully against my bra. My pussy was already soaked, throbbing with need. I had fantasized about this moment so many times — Damien looking at me like he wanted to devour me.
“I mean it,” I said, my voice trembling. “I’ll do whatever it takes.”
He studied me for a long moment, his thumb brushing my lower lip. The touch sent electricity straight to my core.
“I’ll clear all the debt,” he said finally. “Every penny. Your mother’s treatment. The house. Everything.”
My eyes widened in disbelief. “Really? Just like that?”
“Well it's not for free.” He added, causing the smile on my face to falter.
I raised my chin to look straight through his eyes, hope flaring in my chest. “What do you want in return?”
His eyes darkened. “You. As my personal assistant, for one full year. You’ll work for me during the day… and you’ll be available to me whenever I want. No questions. No limits.”
My heart raced. This was it. The dangerous line I had been dreaming about crossing for years. I didn't need to think twice or wait to be sure of my response.
“I accept,” I whispered.
Damien’s smile was slow and predatory. He leaned down, his lips brushing my ear.
“Good girl, that response was faster than I expected.” he growled softly. “I’ll send the amount for your mother's treatment to the hospital. And you…you start work tomorrow.”
A shiver ran through my entire body. I was already wet, aching, and terrified of how much I wanted this.
This was going to be the riskiest decision of my life.
But as Damien looked at me with that dark, hungry gaze, I knew I wouldn’t take it back.
~~ Harper’s Pov~~I stood at the bottom of the wide marble steps leading up to the Kane family mansion, gripping the handle of my suitcase so tightly my knuckles turned white. The house was massive–modern, luxurious, with floor-to-ceiling glass windows that showed off the private infinity pool and perfectly manicured gardens. It looked like something out of a dream.Or a nightmare.I didn’t belong here.My mother, Alys, had married Victor Kane just three weeks ago in a whirlwind romance. Now I was expected to pack up my entire life and move into this palace like it was the most natural thing in the world. I had barely had time to process it before the moving boxes started appearing in our old apartment.“Harper, sweetie!” Mom’s voice rang out from the grand foyer as she hurried down the steps in her new designer heels. She pulled me into a tight hug, smelling like expensive perfume and fresh flowers. “I’m so glad you’re finally here. Victor has been looking forward to meeting you prop
“Yes, I’m sure…I want you to claim me.” Riley murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.Carl didn’t waste a second.He crossed the distance in two powerful strides, cupped her face with both hands, and kissed her like he was starving. This wasn’t gentle. This was raw hunger–teeth and tongue and months of suppressed desire unleashed all at once. Riley moaned into his mouth, her hands fisting in his shirt as she kissed him back just as desperately.“Fuck, I’ve wanted this for so long,” Carl growled against her lips, walking her backward until her back hit the padded wall. “You have no idea how many times I’ve imagined bending you over and ruining you.”His hands moved over her body, sliding down her sides, gripping her hips firm enough to leave marks. He yanked her short skirt up to her waist, Riley gasped as cool air hit her bare thighs. Carl pulled back just enough to look at her, his golden eyes dark with lust.“Get on your knees,” he commanded in a rough voice.Riley sank down obe
Carl had her pinned against the kitchen wall the moment Carlos left the room. His powerful body caged her in completely, one hand planted beside her head, the other gripping her waist with possessive strength. His golden eyes burned into hers with raw intensity, his breath hot against her ear.“I don’t like to share what’s mine,” he growled, voice low and dangerous.The words sent a violent shiver down Riley’s spine. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, the hard press of his muscles against her softer curves. Her heart hammered wildly, her thighs pressing together as unwanted heat pooled between her legs.Before she could respond, Carl leaned in closer, his lips brushing the shell of her ear. “You need to choose, Riley. Me or my brother. I won’t keep doing this dance with you. Decide who you really want… because I’m not the kind of man who shares.”He pulled back just enough to look at her, his expression dark and deadly serious. For a long moment, the kitchen was silent e
Riley barely slept that night.Every time she closed her eyes, she saw them — both of them. Carlos’s gentle smile and the soft, sweet way he had kissed her in the clearing as well as Carl’s rough, possessive grip and the way he had claimed her mouth like he owned her soul.She pressed her face into the pillow, groaning in frustration.“Oh my God. This can’t can’t be my life now. I’m going to lose my mind!!!” She mused.The next morning, breakfast was pure torture.Riley sat at the long dining table between the two Thorn brothers, her body still aching from the restless night before. She had touched herself in the dark, shamefully imagining both brothers claiming her–Carlos’s gentle hands and Carl’s rough dominance until she came with their names tangled on her lips. The guilt had kept her awake for hours afterward.She had tried to avoid them this morning.She stayed in her room as long as possible, then slipped downstairs quietly, hoping to grab something to eat and disappear again.
Carl stood at the edge of the clearing, every muscle in his body locked tight.The sight in front of him burned into his brain like fire: Riley still pressed close to Carlos, her cheeks flushed a deep pink, her lips slightly swollen from his brother’s kiss. Carlos’s arm was loosely around her waist, his head tilted toward her as if they were sharing some intimate secret.A surge of raw, ugly jealousy ripped through Carl’s chest.His hands clenched into fists at his sides. He had known this would happen. He had seen the way Riley looked at Carlos earlier — the shy smiles, the lingering glances, the way her face lit up when his brother spoke to her. Carlos had always been the charming one. The golden twin. The one everyone loved.And now he was touching her.Carlos noticed him first. A slow, knowing smirk spread across his face, as if he could read every dark thought running through Carl’s mind.“Perfect timing, brother,” Carlos said lightly, though his arm stayed possessively around Ri
Carl left the house shortly after the tense hallway encounter, muttering something about urgent pack business that needed his immediate attention. The moment the front door closed behind him, the heavy, suffocating atmosphere in the house lifted slightly, like a weight being taken off Riley’s chest.She let out a long, shaky breath.She was sitting on the wide terrace overlooking the forest when Carlos found her. He was dressed casually in a white t-shirt and jeans, his hair slightly tousled by the breeze. The moment he smiled at her, that familiar college-crush flutter returned to her stomach.“Want to get out of the house for a bit?” he asked, offering his hand. “There’s a nice trail not far from here. Quiet. No overbearing older brothers.”Riley hesitated for only a second before taking his hand. “Yeah… I’d like that.”They walked along a shaded forest path behind the pack house. The air was fresh, filled with the scent of pine and wildflowers. Carlos turned to her with that famil
Carl left the house shortly after the tense introduction, muttering something about pack business. The moment the front door closed behind him, the atmosphere in the luxurious pack house shifted.Riley let out a shaky breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding.Carlos turned to her with that fami
Riley sat frozen on the edge of the bed, staring between the two identical yet completely different men standing in front of her.Carlos Thorn, the golden boy she had crushed on for years in college, looked at her with mild surprise and recognition. And Carl Thorn, his older twin, the man who had k
Riley’s body reacted against her will — her nipples hardened, heat pooled between her thighs. She was terrified… but also strangely, dangerously attracted to this powerful stranger who looked like the boy she had wanted for so long.Carl took another step closer.“You’re in my world now, little hum
Riley Hart laughed as she and her best friend Mia stumbled out of the noisy club, the cool night air hitting their flushed skin. It had been a much-needed girls’ night — loud music, cheap drinks, and temporary escape from reality.“I really need to pee,” Riley groaned, pressing her thighs together.







