MAYA’S POVBy the next morning, the lake house was loud again. Zoey had invited some of her friends overs. Hair straighteners sizzling. Music bumping. Everyone yelling over everyone else. My makeup bag was open on the floor, the lip gloss caps rolling under the couch, and someone had already knocked over the vodka bottle we weren’t supposed to touch.“You’re not wearing that,” Zoey snorted from the bed, pointing at my dress like I had offended her. “Why? It’s literally fine,” I said, smoothing the hem over my thighs. “It’s not like your dad’s going to be staring at my ass.”Silence.And then the laughter exploded.“Oh my God,” Kayla, Zoey’s friend, choked out, practically falling off the bean bag. “Don’t say that!”Zoey was laughing too, tossing a pillow at my face. “Shut up, you freak. My dad would never.”I caught the pillow and smirked. “Are you sure?”That made her sit up. “Please. My dad barely even talks to people under thirty.”Julie, the quiet one added. “That’s what you t
MAYA’S POVI came from Los Angeles to the Hamptons to meet up with my friend at her family’s lake house. We always went there for college breaks but we got bored so we decided to go to a party. When Zoey said the party would be bomb, I didn’t believe her initially. Now, here I was grinding on a hot athlete who could pass a Greek god. He passed me his drink and took a sip. The music boomed and our bodies moved to the rhythm. I felt the sudden need to pee. “Hold on, I have to pee I’ll be back.” I rushed to the bathroom and waited for the person in there to step out before going in. I almost vomited at the sight of the disaster there so I ran out. I decided to hold it back till I got back to the lake house. I went back to the party to find the guy I was dancing with making out with another girl. His eyes caught mine and he winked. The audacity. Like he wanted me to cause a scene for him. I hated immature guys and it was a complete turn-off for me. I found Zoey straddling a
⚠️ CONTENT WARNING: This episode contains sensitive content. It includes dominant sexual themes and morally complex characters. The presence of death is part of the emotional stakes and plot, it is not fetishized. Reader discretion is advised. SELENE’S POV He thrust so hard into me that I squirted immediately. “Such a needy cunt,” the Don said with a cruel smile. He took the gun from me and dropped it carelessly on the leather couch. His hand slid under my ass, gripping tight and pulling me closer. My hands wound around his neck, clutching, holding on as the slick heat still dripped between us. He pulled out slowly, letting me feel the emptiness for a brief second before pushing back inside. The movement was brutal this time, faster and harder too. “I can finally fuck with you with no distractions this time,” he said, his voice low. I didn’t care about the blood or the dead bodies on the floor. He had killed for me and that was all that mattered. “Yes… Don,” I b
SELENE’S POV We pulled up outside a luxurious club where the music was deep and pulsing, like a slow heartbeat beneath the city. Inside, the air reeked of power and expensive liquor. We moved to the VIP section after the Don whispered something to the guards at the door. Inside, men in tailored suits — the Don’s fellow drug lords — nodded at each other with cold pleasantries in Italian, and every now and then, their eyes flicked toward me. I was wearing what the Don picked. A black bodycon dress so sheer it may as well have been mist. Thin, tight, and obscene in the wrong lighting. Underneath, only G-strings and two tiny patches covering my nipples. My entire body was on display, and they weren’t pretending not to look. I didn’t feel safe. Not until I hooked my hand into the Don’s arm, fingers wrapped around the muscle beneath his tailored jacket. His body didn’t react, but he let me hold on. The men kept staring. Their conversations thinned out one by one. A few stoo
SELENE’S POVHis voice wasn’t loud but it vibrated like a loaded gun pointed right between my legs. I climbed onto the bed and laid on my back.He stood there watching me, jaw tight and chest heaving like he was trying not to lose control.“You’re not Lucia,” he said, more to himself than to me.Lucia… that must be who hurt him.I nodded slowly. “I never was.”“She lied to me,” he muttered, walking forward. “She fucked my enemy and smiled in my face like she loved me. She plotted with him to kill me.”I didn’t say anything. I didn’t want to interrupt the storm unraveling inside him.“I put a bullet through her head,” he said, stopping at the edge of the bed. “I didn’t hesitate.”He said it like he wanted to scare me off. But it only made me want him even more.He reached out and grabbed my ankle, dragging me down the mattress until my legs dangled off the edge. My breath caught as he stepped between them.“But I hesitated when I saw you in that dress. I saw a ghost and I wanted to kil
SELENE’S POV I got to his bedroom and shut the door behind me. There was a box on his bed with an emerald dress. Don must have sent these so I get ready and wait for him. The note attached said to put my hair in a bun, so I did. I rushed into the bathroom to freshen up and change into the dress. “I’m on my way,” Don texted. I waited eagerly, my thighs already damped. I took a photo of it and sent it to him. He responded with a thumbs up but that’s okay. He was not a man of many words. I paced the room, my heart thudding like I was about to be claimed. The dress hugged me tight, cut low enough to make me self-conscious and wet at the same time. After an hour, which felt like an eternity, the door pushed opened. The Don stepped in but froze at the door with his hand on the knob. “Welcome,” I smiled. He didn’t respond. He stared at me like I had grown horns. “Did I do something wrong?” He took a step back. “What are you wearing?” I hesitated, a bit confused.