LOGINMy hand trembled around the knife, the cold handle biting into my sweaty palm.
What the hell was he saying? Rut? Knot? How could his dick grow to be three times bigger than it already is? And what the hell does he mean that I shouldn't hesitate to use a damn knife?! That was the part that I just couldn't wrap my head around, and out of all the absurd things he said, that was the one that made me tremble.“You… you want me to stab you while you’re still inside me?” I asked, my voice shaking.He licked the back of my neck and I shivered against him. “If I lose control,” he ground out. “If you feel me slipping and being too rough, then yes, Belladonna, I'm asking you to stab me.”I swallowed hard, staring down at the blade like it burned me. “Kade, that’s insane.”“What’s insane,” he growled into my ear, thrusting deep enough that I cried out, “is you still fighting me over this even when you’ve seen how fast I heal.”A harsh shiIt was painful at first, as he pushed past the barriers, and it was even harder since I was so tense. “Relax,” he whispered into my ear. “In and out. Come on, love.”L-love? Did he just call me love?!He groaned all of a sudden, and I felt him shiver. “Why… Fuck, I said to relax, not tighten even more.”I buried my face deeper into his face. “S-sorry.”“It's okay, just try to relax. I don't want this to be painful for you.”I nodded, inhaling and exhaling, and slowly, my grip on his neck loosened. “Good,” he said softly, pushing an inch in, and I moaned, my hands moving to his back and scratching. “Just keep breathing.” He pushed into me until he was fully seated in me, slowly, gently, and I could feel everything. I moaned loudly even though he didn't move, my eyes shutting tight. It felt so good, just the feeling of him pulsing in me felt too good. Perhaps because it was my choice, not so
“K-Kross,” I moaned, unable to look away from his blue eyes. I was drowning in them. “Sir…” He groaned as he continued to move his tongue, his hands moving from my hips and grabbing my bottom, squeezing it tight, and I moaned softly. I could feel pressure building, growing higher and higher, and soon my legs were shaking, my claws were crawling out and digging into the desk, breaking the wood. A fire ignited in Kross’s eyes, and I felt it burn through me. The pressure broke, and my eyes widened. I cried out as my entire body shook, my eyes shutting tight and stars bursting behind my eyelids. “S-sir!” I screamed as I felt pleasure unlike any I've ever felt before, tore through me. It curled my toes, made my entire body burn hotter than it should, and I screamed until my voice grew hoarse. Kross didn't stop; he didn't pull his tongue away, and just continued. It was only when my breath was fast and short that he stopped, pulling his to
Mr. Varkas’s kiss was rougher than it had been before, and a little messy. He kissed without direction, simply moving his lips.I kissed him back just as messily, my fingers deep in his hair. He broke the kiss when we needed to catch our breath, tugging my shirt over my head, and I sat up to help him take it off. He threw the shirt to the side before he was on me, his hands moving and feeling my bare skin, his lips on my neck. I wanted to touch him, too. “Your shirt,” I breathed. He pulled back as he tugged his tie off roughly, not bothering to unbutton his shirt, and he just ripped it open, the buttons flying all over the place. But we both paid them no mind as we were back on each other. My hands roamed and touched everywhere I could, feeling his smooth skin and the muscles beneath. “I’ve never spent my rut with anyone before,” he rasped as he pushed me gently to lie back on the desk. “Never.”“I’ve heard the alph
SADEIf I were asked why I was so hurt, why it hurts so much that it feels like I couldn't breathe, I wouldn't be able to answer.But it hurts. It hurts so much. I was suddenly reminded of the kind of person I was: impure, used, a tool. That was all I was, and maybe that was why it hurt so much. What was I thinking? Wanting a man like this? What was I thinking? “What…” Mr. Varkas stuttered, looking like he didn't know what to do with himself. “What are you saying, Sade? You’re dirty? Who said that?”“It doesn't have to be said,” I said, wiping my face roughly with the back of my hand. “I know it. It’s a part of who I am, even though I had no say in that.” He stepped forward, reaching out. “Don't say–”“You don't have to try to make me feel better, Mr. Varkas,” I interrupted, shutting down my emotions and looking away from him. “I know it more than anyone else. What else do you call someone who countless people have touched, if not dirty?” Something like pain flashed in his eyes,
KROSS EARLIER THAT DAY Today has been miserable, just as every day has been. I can't even remember the last time I had a good day and just relaxed. It was always one thing or another. My mind kept going back to this morning, to everything that happened from seeing Sade almost naked—her smooth legs were imprinted in my head—to explaining lust and everything to her, and to her asking to kiss me. It was tough turning her down when all I wanted to do was to cover her lips with mine and see what those plush, full lips tasted like. Since today was unbearable, I video called my brothers. “You took in a stranger?!” Axel gasped when I explained my situation. “And not just any stranger but a stranger who was running away?” Kade added, looking unimpressed. “Where’s Kross?” Axel asked dramatically. “Provide our brother right this instant.”I sighed, pressing my temple. I called them because I needed relief, but they were only just adding to it. “I admit that was a bit irrational,” I said
SADEPerhaps I've been waiting for someone to tell me that I wasn't becoming a monster. Maybe I've been begging for just a single word to soothe my worried heart. Because I've been worried, God, I've been worried. The intensity of the lust that I feel for Mr. Varkas was no joke. My thoughts always end up wandering to his large biceps and how they flexed anytime he reached out. And this morning, seeing him this way… with all his skin exposed made me tingle between the legs. It made me think of sinful things, and fear has nearly paralyzed me.But now… Mr. Varkas said there was nothing wrong with feeling lust, that it was a natural feeling. Relief. The relief was so great that it made me blurt out something stupid. “Th-then, can I kiss you, sir?” “What?” Mr. Varkas asked in surprise, his eyes wide. My face burned hotter, but since I already said it, I might as well see it through. “Y-







