MasukJuliet POVI walked out of the Rollings mansion with my legs feeling like they might give out at any moment. My cheeks were burning, and my throat felt tight from holding back tears. The advance payment notification buzzed on my phone as I reached the gate. I opened the banking app with shaking fingers and stared at the amount.Four times my monthly salary.The number stared back at me, cold and impersonal, just like Alex himself. I should have felt relieved. Instead, humiliation burned deep in my chest. He had called me cheap. He had told me I stank of the gutters. He had looked at me like I was something dirty he was forced to deal with. Yet here I was, holding more money than I had seen in months because of him.I took the bus home, sitting in the back corner, staring out the window as the city blurred past. When I finally stepped into our small apartment, Jamie was waiting at the table doing his homework. The sight of him made something inside me crack open.“Juliet!” He ran to me
Alex POVI watched her kneel there on the marble floor of the foyer, her hands clasped in front of her like she was praying to me. Juliet. Twenty-eight years old, beautiful in a way that made my blood run hot and my mind turn dark. Her blouse was simple, her skirt modest, but the way the fabric hugged her curves made my cock twitch against my zipper. I had known the moment I saw her yesterday that she would be a problem. My body had responded instantly, a rush of heat and need that I could not control. I hated it. I hated her for triggering it.I had attachment issues. That was what the expensive therapists my parents paid for called it. I got possessive. Obsessive. When I wanted something, I needed it completely. And when it came to sex, I could not control my urges around certain people. They became all I could think about. I had avoided female tutors for this exact reason. But my parents had forced this one on me. Now here she was, on her knees, begging me not to fire her, and all
Juliet POVThe following morning I woke up early, my body still heavy with exhaustion from the day before. The small alarm clock on the nightstand showed six-thirty. I slipped out of bed quietly so I would not wake Jamie. He was still sleeping peacefully, his breathing steady after the inhaler from the night before. I made a simple breakfast of rice and the last of the eggs, then gently woke him up. He rubbed his eyes and smiled at me, that innocent smile that always made my heart ache with love and worry.“Morning, Juliet,” he said softly. “Is today the big job day again?”I nodded and helped him get dressed for school. “Yes, baby. I have to go back to the mansion today. I will try to bring something nice for dinner tonight, okay?”He nodded happily, but I saw the way his eyes lingered on the empty fridge when we passed the kitchen. I took his hand and walked him to school, the morning air cool against my skin. The walk took twenty minutes, and we talked about his classes and his fri
Juliet POVI pushed open the door to our small apartment and the familiar smell of old walls and cheap air freshener hit me immediately. My feet ached from the long walk back after the bus ride. The mansion felt like another world compared to this. I dropped my bag on the worn couch and tried to paste on a smile as Jamie looked up from his drawing at the little table.“Juliet, did you buy my inhaler?” he asked, his voice small but hopeful. He was only eleven, but he already carried the weight of our situation in his eyes. “You promised this morning before you left.”My stomach dropped. I had completely forgotten. The meeting with Mrs. Rollings and that cold encounter with Alex had pushed everything else out of my head. I had only a few dollars left in my account after paying the last electricity bill. There was almost no food in the fridge except some rice and a few eggs.“I’m sorry, Jamie,” I said, my voice catching. “I got caught up with the new job. I’ll go right now, okay? You sta
Juliet POVI stood in the grand foyer of the mansion, my cheap heels clicking against the marble floor, and I tried not to feel completely out of place. The air smelled of polished wood, expensive cologne, and old money. Crystal chandeliers hung from ceilings so high they made me dizzy. This was not the kind of house I had ever imagined stepping into. At twenty-eight, I had tutored many children from comfortable families, but nothing like this.The agency had been vague. They said it was a college student who needed intensive help with advanced business strategy and economics to prepare for taking over the family empire. I had pictured a stressed nineteen-year-old who simply needed guidance. I had no idea what I was walking into.A tall, elegantly dressed woman in her early fifties descended the sweeping staircase. Her posture was perfect, her pearls gleaming. She gave me a polite but distant smile.“You must be Juliet,” she said. “I’m Mrs. Rollings. Thank you for coming on such short
Lisa.I woke up to the sound of heavy breathing and the low murmur of male voices.My body felt destroyed. Every hole ached. My pussy and ass were gaping, sore, and leaking thick rivers of cum onto the ruined couch cushions. My tits were covered in bite marks and red handprints. My throat burned. My legs were still trembling from the endless orgasms and brutal fucking.I slowly opened my eyes.All three brothers were standing over me.Liam was back.He stood in the center, phone gripped tightly in his hand, face pale, eyes red and swollen from crying. Luca and Tyler flanked him, both still naked, cocks semi-hard and glistening with my juices and their cum. The living room smelled like sex—sweat, cum, and my squirt soaked into the carpet and furniture.Liam’s voice was quiet at first, but it cracked with raw pain.“You… you let them fuck you like that?”I tried to sit up, but my arms gave out. Fresh cum oozed out of my stretched pussy as I moved. “Liam… baby, I’m sorry…”“Shut up.” His







