LOGINlWell. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I lower my wine glass slowly — so slowly I’m not even sure it’s moving. Then, I hear the faint clink of glass hitting the dark wood of the bathroom cabinet, and I finally let go. My hand trembles as I lift the test again. Fuck. The bathroom door creaks open behind me, careless and abrupt. I spin around like I’m on fire, quickly hiding the test behind my back. Fool. I forgot to lock the door in my rush. Aiden stands there, brow furrowed the second he sees me. “You were quick,” I blurt, forcing a wide smile that doesn’t reach my eyes. “It was shut,” he replies absently. “What’s that?” “What is what?” I fire back, my spine tingling with alarm. Heat rushes through my veins, making my skin feel tight and raw. “Behind your back,” Aiden says with a raised eyebrow, filling up the doorframe even more as he takes one step towards me. “Nothing,” I foolishly blurt out as I take a step back. Nothing? That's the best I can think of? I step back again. My elbow k
"I said," Aiden growls fiercely, "grab the desk. Now." My hands find the edge again, slipping slightly in rhythm with my loud gasps. A firm hand presses against my lower back, holding me steady. The other hand slaps my ass hard between thrusts, leaving it fiery red and burning with every impact. There’s a huge cock buried inside me. He slides in and out in rhythmic slaps, his head thrown back, face lifted toward the ceiling as if screaming silently. Soft moans and gasps escape him, his control slipping as he tries to hold back. I’m losing my fucking mind. I'm stuck on his desk. His teacher's desk. Somehow, he landed a job at the top university where he’s studying. It’s his final year, and they asked him to stay on as a teacher. He declined. He turned down all the other offers, too — from prestigious law firms, tech giants, and high-end companies hungry for Aiden’s skill and intelligence. After he graduates, we’re going to travel the world again. See every place we’ve dreamed o
Breathe in. Breathe out. My body obeys my silent commands. I stand as still as I possibly can, despite the gentle rocking of this large boat floating on the crystal-blue waters that shimmer beneath the midday sun. The city center sprawls before us—one of the most breathtaking places I’ve ever seen, yet I feel nothing but sharp focus. The sky above is a flawless, vibrant blue, matching the sea’s endless hue. Below the boat, schools of fish glide effortlessly through the water, utterly indifferent to the white belly of this slow-moving giant. Around us, other boats float lazily—some even parked ahead, blending into the scenery like silent sentinels. Perfect. “Calm,” Aiden whispers into my ear. The sound of his voice sends a shiver down my spine. Goosebumps rise on my arms—an involuntary reaction I’ve come to expect. His hands are steady on my hips, grounding me in place, holding me safe in my black dress that cloaks me head to toe. A soft scarf covers my hair, a precaution in this
“Oh, dummy,” I laugh, a soft, mocking sound as I wave my hand dismissively through the air. “Did you honestly think I wouldn’t visit you? After everything you’ve done to me? To the other girls?” The amusement drains from his face like a sink unplugged. The brief flicker of admiration, of lust—gone. Replaced by something far less attractive: confusion. Shock. The crushing weight of realization settling behind his eyes. I watch as he glances toward the door behind him.He takes one step towards it. “That’ll be locked,” I say casually, turning away from him. My voice is light, breezy, almost sweet as I stroll toward the wall and adjust a picture slightly askew. A photograph—one I remember from long ago—of Henry and his father standing shoulder to shoulder, both looking straight into the camera like kings surveying their kingdom. Arrogance practically radiating off the frame. Behind me, I hear it. The sharp, sudden cough. Then another. I don’t even turn around yet. Instead, I run my
I never thought I’d be here. I move quietly through the hallway, each step deliberate, every breath shallow. I can’t be seen. If anyone discovers where I really am… they’ll hunt me down and kill me. Tom kept his word. The world still thinks I’m locked away in one of his private houses. On paper, he’s officially taken Amelia as his wife—the same Amelia who graced a viral magazine cover not long ago. She smiled for the cameras. She looked.. Happy. But we all know how good we are at faking smiles. At masking pain. Who knows what really happens behind those closed doors? Mark swore to me Tom isn’t hurting her. Physically. “If anyone else comes in, Ombra—” “Yes, yes, I know,” I cut him off in a hushed tone. “I’ll be out the door and into yours. I’ll call you immediately.” I wave my brand-new phone at his face to prove my readiness. He gave it to me the morning after we first slept together—right after shooing his parents away and showing me around the house. Naked. Only concerned
He guides me to the bed with a slow, reverent grace, each movement measured and deliberate. There’s no rush, no frantic need to claim me quickly—just a powerful patience that makes every second feel like a sacrament. He wants me fully, but on his terms, savoring the mounting tension that coils between us like a live wire. He positions me standing at the edge of the bed, the back of my knees sinking into the soft, pristine white sheets. The coolness of the fabric contrasts sharply with the heat pooling low in my belly, setting my nerves alight. His hands begin to explore my body with the tender reverence of a master tracing the curves of his most treasured possession. Each touch is slow, deliberate—like he’s memorizing every inch of me, as if I might disappear without this moment etched into his memory. He rolls my nipple between his expert fingers, sending a sharp gasp tearing from my throat. My skin burns beneath his touch as his eyes lock onto mine, searching, questioning—almost
He steps closer. "Don’t count on your dom," he warns, his voice like gravel coated in venom. "If you make things difficult tonight, you will be the reason for his downfall. One misstep, Danika—and your precious dom pays the price. So will his dear parents." I meet his eyes—cold, calculating, soul
I look dark. Dangerous. Nothing like the smiling girls around me. Nothing like an innocent submissive. My hair falls in loose curls, framing my face like a veil. It hides me—just like the shadowy makeup that's been carefully painted on. I look like a witch cloaked in black velvet. And I feel like
I stir slowly, groggy after a horrible night. The men were animals outside. Clapping on our door like maniacs. Yelling, laughing, cheering with feral glee—like they were celebrating something dark. I know some of the girls cried themselves to sleep. Others would have stayed frozen in fear. They ha
I stop walking, planting my heels into the cold marble floor like I’m trying to anchor myself to the earth. Aiden senses it coming—of course he does—and before I can resist further, his flat hand presses firmly against my lower back, forcing me forward. “Why?” I ask, my tone sharp and defiant, my







