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ONE: LYRA
How To Ride a Guy like a Pro.
Slowly sit over him and insert his dick into your pussy while maintaining eye contact with him.
Place your two feet under his thighs and slowly rotate your hips.
You can milk his penis by shooting your butt out, then go in slowly and continue with the rotation.
Don't be shy. Remember that you're in control, and remember to alternate between riding him and bouncing on his dick.
The lady's voice played on a loop in my head as my husband drove us to the getaway he booked for our 4th wedding anniversary. I've watched countless riding tutorials on YouTube and read up countless articles on how to please a man in the bedroom just because I needed to make tonight count.
It was the first anniversary that we'd actually celebrate because things started going awry for Aaron almost immediately after our wedding. His business started crashing. His investments failed. Everything went wrong. He blamed me for it, even though he didn't say it verbally, but he stopped touching me barely five months into our marriage. The only thing we had between us that was remotely close to sex was whenever he needed me to get on my knees for him to fuck my mouth for as long as he needed to relieve his stress.
A couple of months ago, he told me things were looking up for his company again because they got a wealthy investor. This significantly lifted his mood, and he started looking at me again, complimenting me and dropping chaste kisses on my forehead. We went from being strangers who rarely spoke to having late-night conversations over dinner. Our relationship blossomed again, and I started thinking of how to seduce him and bring sex back into our relationship when he told me the plan for our anniversary, even though he had never remembered the date for the past three years.
It didn't end there. He got me a set of lingerie. Booked spa visits for me where he paid for services that upgraded my looks and prepared my body in a way a bride would be prepared for her wedding night. It reminded me of how racy things were between us before we got married, and during the early months of our marriage, before he got tired of my sloppy movements and rigid body.
That made me desperate to please him, hence the YouTube tutorials and the numerous sex articles that I was currently replaying in my head so I wouldn't forget what I've watched and practiced on pillows.
“You look really good tonight, Lyra,” he complimented me for the umpteenth time, and an embarrassing giggle left my mouth. He glanced briefly at me, grabbed my hand, and pressed a lingering kiss to it.
My body heated up, and that part of me that hasn't known a man's touch in more than 2 years flared to life. I unknowingly rubbed my thighs together as an ache bloomed between them. Before he told me the plans for our anniversary, I'd perfected the art of not thinking about what I wanted, but now my body was constantly in overdrive because I've been thinking about how this night will play out.
I've been thinking of how he'd take that lingerie off me and the things that'd follow…
I rolled down the window for fresh air to calm my nerves, only to see that we'd driven past the metropolitan areas and we were now driving into quieter areas in the city that I'd never been to before.
“The guest house is quite far,” I pointed out, and he nodded.
“Yes, he… I mean, I wanted somewhere really quiet.”
I smiled again, even though his explanation didn't exactly add up. But I didn't mind. I only wanted us to have a good time and go back to the loving couples we used to be.
“Lyra,” he called out, and I turned back to him.
“I know I haven't been the best husband lately. I know I've been distant and abusive, and I truly regret it,” his face contorted into harsh lines that made my heart drop. Without meaning to, I covered his large hand that was on the center console with mine.
“The company was in a really bad shape, Lyra. Our stocks were pummeling. Investors were pulling out. Everything was crashing down on me, and I was stupid enough to take it out on you instead of allowing you to be my supportive system.” his voice cut off, and my heart dropped. It hurt to see him this vulnerable and regretful.
“It's fine, Aaron. I'm fine. We survived it, and now your company is doing well again. We should focus on that.”
“Yeah, right,” he smiled at me as we drove further into quieter roads, “things will be better now, I promise you. I'll be more present. More attentive. We can start planning all those trips you've always wanted us to go to, even before we got married.”
“Yessss. Remember how I've always wanted us to go to Turkey? I've always imagined walking down those close-knit shop aisles while you take my pictures. And also Burj Khalifa in Dubai. Also Italy. Remember the pasta I've always wanted to try? Italian restaurants just don't get it right here and…”
I trailed off when I realized that his brows had quirked up in a way that conveyed his displeasure, and I instinctively shifted back just before his face softened into a smile.
“It's good to see you this chatty. I've missed it, and all of this won't be possible without Raguel Whitebrock.”
Yes. Raguel Whitebrock. He was the name I've heard more than a hundred times over the last couple of weeks. My husband keeps mentioning him at every opportunity he gets. It was Raguel who changed everything. He was the one who decided to invest in a dying company. He was charismatic. He was successful. He has been on the Forbes list since forever. He was a Times-acknowledged billionaire. Aaron was literally obsessed with him in a way that'd have bothered me if he were a lady.
“Remember Raguel, right?”
“Sure. He's your investor. That one who saved PetroVale Energy.”
“Yeah, he actually hasn't saved us yet. He hasn't made the investment because he has a request that must be met before he'd give out the money.”
“Ohh,” I muttered, trying to conceal my disappointment. I didn't want us to talk about Raguel or his today. I just wanted us to focus on us.
“I'm sure you can meet the request. It's probably a managerial role or a stake in the company or something like that.”
“That'd have been simple,” he swallowed, and his Adam's apple bobbled up and down. He looked at me again, and I sat up when I saw the guilt in his eyes.
“He requested a night with my wife.”
LyraI knew something was wrong before I even reached the council hall.The noise from inside had already reached the corridor, voices overlapping so loudly that I could barely make out individual words. Guards stood on either side of the entrance, watching the crowd with tense expressions as wolves from different packs gathered around the hall.I slowed as I approached.There were far more people than I had expected.Some were shouting my name. Others were demanding that Raguel remain King.For a moment, I stood there trying to understand how things had changed so quickly. The last time I had walked through these halls, people had been uncertain about me. Now they were fighting over what my existence meant for the future of the kingdom.A guard opened the doors and the noise immediately grew louder.I stepped inside.The council hall was packed.Representatives from nearly every major pack stood on opposite sides of the chamber, and even the elders seemed divided. Some watched me wit
HabeelaI stared at the old record in front of me, then looked at Zevran.“This doesn't make sense.”Zevran leaned over the table and looked down at the document again. Several sections of the document had been so badly damaged that some lines and paragraphs were impossible to read. We had spent hours going through records that were supposed to contain information about the forgotten faction, but the more we found, the less sense everything made.“They were supposed to be insignificant,” Zevran said. “That is what the records say.”“And you believe them?”“No.”Zevran looked at me, and I could tell he knew I was thinking the same thing.The faction had survived for decades by making itself appear harmless. They had stayed away from major political disputes, avoided public positions of influence, and allowed the more powerful bloodlines to believe they were nothing more than an old family with no real interest in the throne.It should have made them easy to ignore. Instead, it made the
RaguelI stood in the doorway and looked at Charlotte and Miguel without saying anything for a moment.The conversation had stopped the instant they saw me, and that alone was enough to put me on alert. Charlotte's shoulders had stiffened, while Miguel remained almost completely still. There was a brief hesitation in both their expressions that told me I had interrupted something.I stepped into the room and closed the door behind me.“What were you two discussing?”Charlotte glanced at Miguel before looking back at me. “Nothing that concerns you.”I almost smiled at that answer, but there was nothing amusing about the way she had said it.“I didn't ask whether it concerned me,” I said. “I asked what you were discussing.”Miguel leaned against the edge of the table, looking relaxed. “Is there a reason why you're here, Raguel?”“I don't know. Why don't you tell me?”His eyes narrowed slightly, but I didn't say anything.I had learned a long time ago that Miguel was at his most dangerou
Charlotte I knew something had changed the moment Miguel told me that Lyra had met the mysterious figure.I stared at him across the room, trying to understand what I was hearing. For months, we had been working around Lyra, the prophecy, the palace, and the people who wanted her on the throne. We had planned carefully, moving one piece at a time and making sure neither of us acted without knowing what the other was doing.Now, suddenly, there was someone else involved.Someone we had not planned for.“What do you mean Lyra met them?” I asked.Miguel remained calm, almost annoyingly so. He stood near the window with his hands in his pockets, looking out into the palace grounds.“You know who I mean.”“No, Miguel, I clearly do not.”He finally turned to face me, and something in his expression made my stomach tighten. He did not look surprised by what had happened.“That meeting was not supposed to happen yet,” I said. “We were supposed to determine when Lyra was introduced to them.”
RaguelAfter Lyra left, I spent the next several hours following the financial trail instead of trying to explain it away.The records Lyra had found were already troubling enough, but the more I examined them, the clearer it became that they were connected to something much larger than a few secret investigations.Money had been moving through palace accounts without proper authorization, passing through departments that should never have been involved in matters concerning Lyra or her supporters. Some transactions had been disguised as ordinary expenses, while others had been buried beneath layers of administrative approvals.Someone had been using my palace resources without my permission.I stood over the documents in my study, comparing dates and names while Emily waited across from me.“Have you found anything else?” I asked.“Yes.” She placed another file on the desk. “These payments were approved through the council's administrative office, but the authorization codes belong t
LyraI returned to the palace with everything I had learned still turning over in my mind, but I said nothing about the mysterious figure.I wasn't ready to explain that part to Raguel, especially when I still didn't know whether the figure was trying to help me or manipulate me. There were already too many unanswered questions between us, and I didn't want to add another one until I understood what I was dealing with. The more I thought about the warnings I had received, the more complicated everything seemed.Instead, I went straight to Raguel.I found him in his study, seated behind his large desk with several documents spread across the desk. He looked up when I entered, and the moment he saw me, he stopped what he was doing. His expression changed almost immediately, his attention shifting completely away from the documents in front of him."Lyra, where the hell have you been?"I closed the door behind me and turned to face him. I could hear the irritation in his voice, but I was
LYRAI woke up feeling like I had been dragged through something I couldn’t remember. My body felt heavy and weak, with an aching, unfamiliar soreness. I lay still, trying to piece together fragments of the night before. Flashes—red eyes, a voice, a hand around my neck, the words, “Your husband sold
LYRAThe color completely drained from Aaron's face. His palms tightened into fists, and his Adam's apple bubbled up and down. His lips thinned into furious lines, and I expected him to wake up and put an end to this. I expected him to call the deal off, drag me protectively to his side, and annou
LYRATwo hours ago, I was full of hope and excitement about how the night would play out, but now, my body was as heavy as lead, and my thoughts were in disarray. For the rest of the drive, Aaron had coached me about what to do and what not to do. He told me to do whatever Raguel requested of me
LYRAFor a minute, everything existed in echoes and blurs. I expected Aaron to laugh and tell me he was joking, or to tell me he had dismissed Raguel immediately and that they were currently hunting for another investor. But my husband did none of that. He continued driving through the quiet road







