로그인CHAPTER 4: SURRENDERLila didn’t know how they got from the doorway to the bed. One moment she was whispering “yes” against his mouth, the next his hands were on her waist, lifting her, carrying her across the room like she weighed nothing. Her back hit the mattress with a soft bounce. Khaled followed her down, his body covering hers, heavy and warm and real.She should have been terrified. This was the man who controlled half the province with an iron fist. The man whose soldiers had dragged her here. The man who could make her disappear with one word.Instead, all she felt was heat.His mouth found hers again…. deeper this time, slower, like he was savoring the way she tasted. His tongue stroked against hers, coaxing a soft moan from her throat. One of his hands slid up her side, under her shirt, palm rough against her bare skin. She arched into the touch, fingers curling into the front of his uniform shirt.“Tell me to stop,” he murmured against her lips, voice low and strained. “T
CHAPTER 3: MIDNIGHT RULESThe room they gave her was surprisingly comfortable for a military compound in a war zone. A narrow bed with clean sheets, a small desk, a single chair, and a window with heavy curtains that blocked out the night. A bathroom attached with running water. No bars on the window, but the door locked from the outside. Protection, they called it.Lila sat on the edge of the bed, medical bag at her feet, staring at the plain wall. Her hands were still trembling slightly from the adrenaline of the night. She could still feel General Al-Mansour’s presence in the interrogation room…the way his eyes had held hers, the brush of his fingers under her chin, the low timbre of his voice when he said her name.She rubbed her arms, trying to shake off the memory. This was captivity dressed up as safety. She was alone in enemy territory, with no papers, no backup, and the most dangerous man in the province deciding her fate.The door clicked open without warning.She stood up f
CHAPTER 2 — INTERROGATIONThe drive to General Al-Mansour’s headquarters was silent except for the low rumble of the armored vehicle and the occasional crackle of the radio. Lila sat in the back seat between two soldiers, hands resting on her medical bag like it could protect her. Her heart hadn’t slowed since the clinic. Every bump in the road made her stomach twist tighter.She kept replaying the moment he’d looked at her in the doorway. Not like a suspect. Not like an enemy. Like something he wanted to figure out. Like something he might keep.The vehicle stopped outside a heavily guarded compound, sandbags, floodlights, soldiers with rifles. The general stepped out first, tall and imposing in the harsh light. He didn’t look back at her. One of the soldiers opened her door and gestured for her to follow.They led her through a side entrance, down a corridor lined with maps and armed men who stared at her like she was either a spy or a curiosity. No one touched her, but she felt the
CHAPTER 1; CURFEWThe shelling had stopped an hour ago, but the silence felt worse.Lila pressed her back against the cold stone wall of the abandoned clinic, trying to make herself small. Dust still drifted from the ceiling like gray snow, and the air smelled of smoke, wet concrete, and the faint metallic tang of blood that never quite left this city. She clutched the strap of her medical bag tighter, knuckles white. Twenty-three years old, and this was supposed to be her “humanitarian adventure.” Six months into her assignment with the aid organization, and all she had learned was how quickly hope could turn into survival.The streets outside were under curfew. Anyone caught after dark without papers would be detained. Or worse.She should have left the clinic earlier.But the little boy with the shrapnel wound in his leg had needed stitching, and his mother had begged with tears in her eyes, Lila couldn’t say no. She never could.Now the sun had set, and she was trapped.Footsteps
I could not take it anymore. The heat between my legs had become unbearable, a steady throb that matched the frantic beat of my heart. My shorts were drenched, the cotton clinging to every swollen fold, my clit pulsing angrily against the soaked fabric. Every video pushed me closer to the edge, but the barrier of clothing only made the ache sharper, more desperate. I needed more. I needed direct touch. I needed release.My hands shook as I pushed back from the desk. The laptop screen still glowed with her latest video paused mid-moan, her pussy stretched wide around a thick silicone cock, juices glistening on her thighs. I stood on unsteady legs, walked to the nightstand, and opened the bottom drawer. There it was: the toy I had bought on a whim over a year ago and barely used. A sleek pink rabbit vibrator, curved for g-spot pressure, with soft silicone ears designed to hug the clit perfectly. I had hidden it away out of guilt, but tonight guilt had no place here.I grabbed it, along
The video kept playing. Her fingers were relentless now, three of them slamming deep into her soaked pussy with wet, obscene slaps that echoed through my headphones. She angled the camera lower so I could see every detail: the way her smooth lips stretched around her plunging fingers, the creamy wetness coating her hand, the way her swollen clit peeked out, begging for attention. She pulled her fingers free with a filthy squelch, spread her pussy wide open for the lens, showing the pink, glistening inside clenching on nothing. Then she slapped her clit lightly, once, twice, making herself moan loud and shameless.My breath came shallow and fast. My nipples strained against the thin fabric of my T-shirt, hard and aching. I squeezed my breasts again, harder this time, digging my fingers into the soft flesh, imagining her hands instead of mine. I rolled my nipples between thumb and forefinger, tugging until the sharp pleasure made my hips jerk forward in the chair.On screen she brought
CHAPTER 4The VIP room feels hotter now, air thick with the scent of my arousal and his sweat. The bass from the main floor thumps through the walls like a second heartbeat. Kai’s still inside me deep, unmoving for a second after my orgasm, letting me feel every thick inch stretching me open. His h
CHAPTER 5The table creaks under my weight as Kai slides back inside me slow this time, deliberate, letting me feel every ridge, every vein dragging against my sensitive walls. I’m still throbbing from the last orgasm, slick with his come and mine, but he doesn’t care. He just watches my face, eyes
CHAPTER 2The alarm blares at 6 p.m. sharp. I slap it silent, roll out of the mattress, and stumble to the bathroom. The mirror is fogged from the hot shower I take to scrub off yesterday’s shame. Soap suds slide down my body breasts, stomach, hips like I can wash away the memory of Kai’s voice in
CHAPTER 3The lock clicks. The sound echoes in the small VIP room like a gunshot.I turn back to face him.Kai hasn’t moved from the couch. Legs spread wide, one arm draped along the backrest, drink forgotten on the side table. His eyes are locked on me dark, steady, burning. The red lights paint h







