INICIAR SESIÓNEden's POVI lowered myself to my hands and knees, the hardwood rough against my palms, my knees. I started crawling, my eyes fixed on the floor, my body moving slowly, deliberately, each shift of my weight sending fresh pain through the welts on my ass, reminding me of who I belonged to, who had marked me, who was waiting to mark me again.Daniel walked behind me, his pace unhurried, his belt dangling from his hand. I could hear the soft slap of leather against his thigh, a metronome of my submission, a promise of what was to come.The hallway seemed endless. My knees burned, my palms stung, and every time I slowed, every time the pain made me hesitate, his voice cut through the air like a whip."Faster, pet. My patience is wearing thin."I crawled faster, my breath coming in gasps, my body trembling with the effort and the fear and the desperate, burning need that was building low in my belly. This was what Daniel did to me - he took me apart, piece by piece, until I was nothing but
Eden’s POVI closed the library door behind me, my body still throbbing from Daddy's belt, my skin marked and claimed. The hallway was dim, the estate quiet in that heavy way that meant everyone was waiting, watching, and preparing for war.Daniel stood at the end of the corridor.He was dressed in black tailored trousers, a crisp shirt with the sleeves rolled to his elbows, and his silver watch catching the light. His arms were crossed, his posture relaxed, but his eyes were dark and fixed on me with an intensity that made my breath catch.He knew. Of course, he knew. In this house, there were no secrets, no closed doors, no acts that belonged to only two people. What happened in the library belonged to the family, and Daniel was the head of it."Come here, pet," he said, his voice low and controlled.Pet? Oh, this is new.I walked toward him, my legs unsteady, my body aching in places that made each step a reminder of who I belonged to. The welts from Daddy's belt burned against my
Eden's POVThe estate was on lockdown. Armed guards at every gate, every camera feeding into the central security room, every phone line scrubbed and encrypted. I sat in the library with Daniel, the maps spread across the mahogany table, the witness's location marked in red, Elena Voss's known associates listed in neat columns."We move tonight," Daniel said, his finger tracing the route. "Silas has the warehouse covered. Felix is handling the digital trail. Jonas-"The door opened.I didn't hear him approach. I never did. Wolfgang Schmidt moved like smoke through his own house, his presence filling the room before his body even crossed the threshold. He was sixty-three, silver-haired, with the build of a man who had spent his life commanding armies and breaking enemies. He wore a charcoal suit, impeccably tailored, and his eyes - pale blue, glacier-cold - fixed on me with an intensity that made my breath catch."Leave us," he said. Not a request. A command.Daniel stood without hesit
Eden's POVThe warehouse district smelled like rust and river water. Marcus killed the engine two blocks from the safe house, his eyes scanning the rearview mirror, the darkened streets, the shadows between buildings."Last check-in was twenty minutes ago," he said, his voice low. "He's here."I reached for the doorknob, my fingers trembling. Three hours. Three hours since the raid started, since Silas went dark, since I watched Daniel's face go gray as the reports came in - agents at the shipping offices, warrants for the accounts, and Silas, always Silas, in the crosshairs because his name was on documents that couldn't be explained away with lawyers and bribes."Wait," Marcus said, his hand catching my wrist. "Let me clear it first.""No." I pulled free, my voice harder than I felt. "He's my husband. I'm going in."I stepped out into the cold, my boots hitting asphalt, my breath visible in the night air. The safe house was a converted loft above a shuttered machine shop, windows bl
Eden's POVThe panic room smelled like sex and fear. Felix had barely finished with me when Daniel pulled me back to the table, his hand wrapped around my arm like a vice. The monitors showed the raid still in progress, but I couldn't focus on the FBI agents moving through our offices. My body was still humming from Felix's mouth, my thighs sticky, my clothes twisted and wrong."Jonas," Daniel said, his voice clipped. "Take her."I blinked, looking up at him. "What?""You heard me." Daniel's eyes were dark, unreadable. "Felix had his turn. Now Jonas gets his. We have time to kill while we wait for Silas to check in."Jonas looked up from his laptop, his pale eyes flicking over me with assessment. He was always the doctor first, always watching, always cataloging. But I saw the heat there too, the hunger he tried to bury under professionalism."Here?" Jonas asked, his voice steady."Here," Daniel confirmed. "I want her worn out by the time the real work starts. I want her too tired to
Eden’s POVThe room was cold, the air conditioning working overtime, but I felt sweat prickle along my spine. A prosecutor who couldn't be bought. A woman with a vendetta against organized crime. And Silas, the Butcher of Berlin, sitting in a safe house while the FBI tore through our shipping offices."What's the plan?" I asked."We wait," Daniel said. "We find out what they have. Then we move.""How long?""As long as it takes." His eyes finally met mine, dark and endless. "Which means we settle in. Felix, you're on first watch. Luca, keep monitoring. Jonas, I want everything on Voss-her cases, her methods, her weaknesses. Eden, you're with me."He reached out, his hand closing around my wrist, pulling me toward the bedroom door. I went, my legs still unsteady, my mind racing through scenarios. The maritime deal was compromised. The fleet that was supposed to cement our control was now evidence in a federal investigation. And somewhere in Manhattan, a woman who couldn't be bought was
Daniel's POVI slept like a fucking baby. No nightmares, just black, heavy sleep that knocked me out cold the second my head hit the pillow.Which was ironic, considering the chaos that had detonated in my head the night before. And then I woke up to a hard dick, like I was some sort of teenager. I
Daniel's POVThe door wasn’t locked. That was the first thing that hit me the second I tested the handle. I stood there for a moment longer than necessary, fingers still resting against the handle, eyes narrowing slightly as my mind immediately started spinning through possibilities. Careless? Unli
Daniel’s POVThe file stayed open on my desk for exactly eight seconds. Eight.That was all it took for the address to burn itself into my brain like a brand pressed against hot skin.Street.Building.Unit.That was it. No fluff. No bullshit. No sentimental nonsense about her job, her schedule, or
Eden's POVI left it unlocked on purpose. I knew it was Daniel. The groceries in the fridge that I never bought, the sheets that suddenly smelled fresh when I hadn’t washed them, the mirror that no longer had streaks even though I never touched it. It wasn’t just in my head. He’d been coming here.







