Se connecterRosella's POV
I still couldn’t believe I’d be living in the Almighty Blake Luca’s penthouse—if you could even call it living.According to him, I was his “toy,” or whatever twisted label he’d chosen for me.Zee Morris, the server who’d brought my food earlier, had reluctantly revealed that the private suite was reserved for his special guests. It had taken more than a little persuasion to get her talking.So, did that mean I was one of those ‘special guests’ to him?“TchRosella’s POV“W-what are you talking about?” I stammer, shifting awkwardly as I stare at her.Zee leans against the table, her gaze sharp. “You heard me. Getting intimate with another woman's man. Don't you think that's unfair to Ava?” Her expression turns almost sympathetic, though the look in her eyes remains cold. “If I were you, I'd stay away from Ms. Ava's property. She doesn't like to share.”I swallow hard.“I'm not getting intimate with anyone's man,” I lie.Zee lets out a short, disbelieving laugh. “Really?” She points toward the bulge beneath the duvet. “Then what do you have to say about that?” Her eyes narrow. “I know Mr. Blake too well to make a mistake. He wouldn't tolerate you having that in his presence unless the two of you were...” She trails off, clears her throat, and rolls her eyes.I blink at her in stunned silence.“Well, I didn't mean to interfere,” Zee says. “I'm just letting you know. Ava is his fiancée…. with a high s
Rosella’s POVIn one swift motion, he snatches the dildo from my hand and shoves it back into my pussy mercilessly, all the way to the base in a single brutal thrust that tears a sharp cry from my lips—a dizzying mix of pain and pleasure.My back arches off the bed as my walls spasm wildly around the sudden, overwhelming intrusion. Stars burst behind my eyes."Blake…. fuck….ahhh!"He doesn’t stop. He starts fucking me hard with the toy, pushing it in and out in deep, punishing strokes. His free hand strokes his own thick cock lazily, inches from my dripping core. The wet, obscene sounds fill the room as he watches my face twist in shame and pleasure. His expression stays dark and cold.“Take it all, Rosella,” Blake grunts, twisting the dildo on every thrust. “This is what you are now. A hole for me to use.”The stretch burns, but unwanted pleasure shoots through my body. I grip the sheets tightly, my hips jerking against the toy. Juices leak out around i
Rosella's POV I still couldn’t believe I’d be living in the Almighty Blake Luca’s penthouse—if you could even call it living. According to him, I was his “toy,” or whatever twisted label he’d chosen for me.Zee Morris, the server who’d brought my food earlier, had reluctantly revealed that the private suite was reserved for his special guests. It had taken more than a little persuasion to get her talking.So, did that mean I was one of those ‘special guests’ to him?“Tchh…” I let out under my breath, rolling over on the massive bed without even bothering to open my eyes.This kind of luxury… just for special guests? How?”A whole sitting room, dining area, a bedroom, and even a fully equipped kitchen ensuite… each space dripping with interiors that looked like they cost millions. Just for guests?This place alone was worth fighting for just to catch a glimpse of it, talk more of actually living in it. But with Blake? It would be hell. And his g
Blake's POV “I think my panther’s getting restless…” I murmured, elbows now resting loosely on my knees as I studied her face with quiet intensity. “Maybe… you’d make the perfect meal for her, while I sit back and watch.” Her eyes flickered open and met mine sharply. She shrank into herself, hands trembling in her lap. “No… Blake…” she rasped, each word catching in her throat as her breath hitched. “I… I’ll do anything you want…” “No–” “Yes! I will,” she choked out, gripping my hands tightly as if they were the only thing keeping her grounded. Her tear-filled eyes searched mine, desperate and unsteady. “I’ll do whatever you want… anything you want… just tell me how.” I hated being touched by women—not Elizabeth, my beloved mother, and not even Ava, my fiancée. No one ever lingered long enough to hold me, and I never understood the strange irritation it sent crawling up my spine whenever they tried. I dropped my gaze to her hands—small, delicate, the nails neatly painted in a g
Rosella’s POV “Bloody bitch!” Lucien snarled, launching himself at me without a second's hesitation. I threw myself off the bed, the duvet tangling and sliding away as my bare feet struck the cold floor. Pain flared up my leg sharply, but I pushed through it without hesitation. Pain was the least of my problems. Lucien lunged, his hand shooting for my hair, but I ducked sharply, slipping out of his grasp. I drove my elbow hard into his ribs and felt something crack. He grunted, pain flashing across his face, but he didn’t go down. He was bigger than me, stronger, trained. But so was I. Mag had enrolled me in combat classes when I was fifteen. Back then, it had felt more like punishment than preparation. I’d been forced to learn how to fight, how to react, how to survive. I never thought I’d need it, until this damn mission proved me wrong. I swept his leg out from under him. He staggered, and I drove a kick into his chest with everything I had. The force sent him crashi
Rosella's POV“DAMMIT!” I screamed, bolting upright as cold water crashed over me. I’d been lost in a deep slumber and It took a second for my mind to catch up as water streamed down my face and soaked through my chest. It stole my breath as my heart slammed against my ribs.A lean man stood beside my bed, an empty glass hanging loosely from his hand. My vision was still blurred, my mind thick with fog—I couldn’t even make out his face.“Wha… what the hell did you do that for?” I rasped, dragging a hand over my eyes and sucking in a shaky breath as I tried to focus on him.Recognition hit me a second later.“You?” My eyes widened as they locked onto Lucien—Blake’s guard, the one who’d served me the wine that left me in this condition.He didn’t say a word. He just stood there with an unreadable gaze fixed on me.I pressed my hands to my head, tilting my face downward.“Fuck…” The pain throbbed mercilessly, pounding through my skull. The room spun violently, and I grabbed the edge of
Rosella's POV"Strip and spread those legs wide," Blake Luca growls, tossing a 9-inch realistic dildo right at my face.I blink rapidly and catch it like my life depends on it, fingers wrapping tightly around the thick silicone shaft before it can smack my cheek.I don’t dare say a word. I just sta
Rosella's POV I tilted my head lazily, my eyes dropping to his hand before meeting those hazel eyes again. “Is there something else, Mr. Blake?”A slow, dangerous smirk curled at the corner of his mouth.“Confidence looks good on you, Amber,” he murmured, his eyes never leaving mine. “But I can f
Rosella’s POV I stepped onto the red carpet leading to the entrance of Luxe Noir. Up close, the club didn’t just look expensive, it looked like a fortress built on ego and blood money. Two huge men stood at the entrance like statues, their faces blank and unsmiling. One of them held a sleek silve







