Genesis’s POVOh God.Daisy was watching us.I buried my face against his chest, my legs trembling slightly where they were wrapped around his waist, and I could feel him twitch inside me.“Nothing, sweetheart. Just go back downstairs. Genesis isn’t feeling well,” he said, but didn’t turn around.“Not feeling well? But she was fine just a few minutes ago when I saw her,” Daisy replied, and my face burned with embarrassment. I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me whole.She continued. “Lily, are you okay?” I heard her footsteps coming closer, but Kier shifted sideways, making his body jostle inside me. A moan slipped from my mouth, and I knew he realized it.“She’s not feeling well, Daisy. Just go back downstairs. I’ll take care of her, and she’ll be fine,” he said, moving again. My mouth fell open, and then I heard the sound of a door creaking open.Thankfully, we were close to the bedroom door, so Kier only had to lean sideways slightly to turn the doorknob.“But why are you…”
Kier’s POV “Lean against the glass,” I said. She looked up at me, her eyes briefly meeting mine, then turned around and placed her hands on the cool wall of the shower stall. I stepped closer, lifting her waist slightly. She shivered under my touch, and I smirked, letting my palm glide along her waist and hips. But then I noticed them—the scars running across her back. My amusement vanished, replaced by a flare of anger. Who the hell did this to her? I had been forced to marry her, yet no one told me anything about her life. And truthfully, I hadn’t cared enough to ask. My father claimed we were childhood friends, but I remembered none of it. Still, there had always been something off about her stepfamily. Something unspoken. But I knew nothing. Not really. I traced one of the jagged scars, my fingers gentle. She shivered again. “Do they hurt?” I asked. She turned slightly, glancing at me over her shoulder, then at my hand resting on the mark. She didn’t answer right
Genesis' POV"I'm proud of you."His words echoed in my head, making my face flush hot. I twirled the bottom of my pencil between my lips, lost in yesterday’s memory—the way he moved inside me, each thrust sending waves of pleasure that left my body trembling. I crossed my legs tightly, my chest rising and falling as the heat returned to my skin.“Genesis, that pencil is meant for your book, not your mouth,” Liam’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts. I straightened up immediately, guilt flashing across my face as I met his unimpressed gaze.“Want to share your thoughts?” he asked, tilting his head.I looked down at my book and shook my head quickly. No way. I couldn’t.“You sure? You could write it down if talking too hard. Is something wrong?” he asked gently.I shook my head again, unable to meet his eyes. If I did, he might somehow know what I was thinking—something I definitely shouldn’t be thinking in class.“If you say so,” he said, and placed his hand gently on mine where it r
KIERShe walked out of the closet in that dress, and I swear, I forgot how to breathe.The dress was black—tight, elegant, and flawless. Her milky skin shimmered under the lights, the soft curve of her neck, and the dip in her waist... It was all too much. Too soft, too innocent. Too her.And yet, she was mine.But tonight, I’d have to share her. I couldn’t touch her the way I wanted to. I couldn’t rip that dress off her like I needed to. I could only smile, be the CEO, be civil, while men surely stared.I adjusted the cufflinks on my shirt, my jaw clenched in frustration. “Turn.”She blinked up at me with those wide, stupidly sweet eyes. Then she nodded and turned, just like I’d asked.I shoved my hands into my pockets, feeling the heat rise inside me. The maids that had dressed her were still in the room, and I didn’t need them to see what seeing my wife in this dress did to me.The dress was nothing extravagant. She had picked it out herself when Anna brought it to her. But as she
GENESISAs we stepped out, there were so many people outside. My heart began to race.Bright lights flashed. Loud clicks. Strange equipment. So many eyes.I froze for a second, instinctively shrinking in on myself, but Kier’s hand tightened around my waist, grounding me. Possessive. Protective.His fingers dug into my side, like he could sense the panic rising in my chest.You're okay, I told myself. You're with him.I glanced up at him.His jaw was sharp, his expression cold, that boss face on. But when he looked down at me for just a moment, something flickered behind his eyes. Something warm. Reassuring.He didn’t say anything. He didn’t have to.He simply nodded.So I nodded back, small, just for him.We started walking together, slowly. Strange flashes. People turned. I felt their stares. Their whispers. But I clung to Kier’s side like a lifeline, every step heavy with nerves.And yet… a small part of me felt proud.I wasn’t that scared little girl right now.I was his wife.And
KIERI saw red the moment his filthy lips touched my wife's hand. And not just a fleeting brush, no, he had the audacity to linger. His mouth stayed there a second too long, and I recognized that smirk. I knew it too well. I had perfected it myself. Given it to countless women. The smirk of a man who just found something, someone interesting.But his was about the chase. I knew Keenan.Sure, I used to mess around. But never with another man’s woman. Never with someone off-limits.Yeah, some of the women I banged, cried, called me a jerk, cold-blooded. That’s how I got the name Cold-Blooded Casanova. But I was always honest. I told them up front: no strings, just fun. And they agreed. But there’s always one who thinks I can change him. Ridiculous.The difference between me and Keenan? He’s a snake in silk. A liar dipped in charm. He tells women he loves them just to see how quickly they’ll spread their legs. Hearts to him are poker chips—easily won, easily lost, never cared for.I saw
GENESISTears streamed down my face. My butt was on fire—stinging from his punishment—but it wasn’t just pain coursing through me. Pleasure crept in, twisted and sharp. My body trembled, and between my legs… I was soaked. I could feel it dripping down my thigh.Why?He was hurting me. Punishing me.So why did it feel good?Why was I arching my back and pushing my ass out more?My mouth fell open, forehead pressed against the wall, as I felt him shove two thick fingers inside me.“You’re so wet,” he rasped, voice low and husky, the kind that raked over skin like velvet and smoke. “So warm. I just want to sink inside you.”He drove his fingers deeper, pressing against the spot I privately called my sweet spot—the one he always found. The one that made me unravel when he kept hitting it over and over again, like he was doing now.His fingers thrust in fast, merciless. The sounds—obscene. Wet. Sloppy. Loud enough to echo.“I only spanked you, and you’re already dripping,” he said with a m
KIERI leaned against the wall, a smirk on my lips, amused as I watched my wife’s eyes dart around, searching for her panties. She must have forgotten I had taken them.It was mine now, though.“Looking for something?” I asked, and she turned around, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. She could barely look me in the eye.“What are you looking for?” I asked again, and her blush deepened. She pointed to her middle, silently telling me it was her panties.I faked a gasp. “Did my wife just lose her panties in a public bathroom?” I pushed off from the wall, moving closer to her. She pointed at her legs, then at me, and then at the air—meaning she took them off, I took them, and must have thrown them somewhere. Now they were lost, and the frustration on her face was palpable.But I just kept smiling.“Do you know how embarrassing this is?” I teased. “What if someone finds your panties... and then sniffs them?” As I spoke, her head snapped up in horror, and I nodded, loving the reaction.
GENESIS“Yes, Lily, do ballet! It’s so fun and amazing, and you get to dress up so beautifully,” Daisy said, bouncing in her seat as she looked at me. I glanced at the dancers again, watching them move with such grace. It was beautiful, like they were speaking with their bodies. But it also looked incredibly difficult. Daisy called it “form,” but I had a feeling this kind of dance wasn’t to be underestimated. The way their legs moved so high... I was amazed.But my mind wasn’t fully on the decision about which class to choose. My eyes kept gravitating toward the bruise on Kieran’s face. And it wasn’t just that—he had bruises on his wrists too, like he’d slammed them against something. The one on his face looked like he’d been hit.What happened?He’d gone to work hours ago and now came back like this.He turned away from the iPad in his hands and looked at me. “What do you like...?” His voice trailed off as I pressed my hand gently against the injury, and he smiled softly.“What is it
KIERAN"Stop making that face," I muttered, adjusting the cuff of my shirt. "He got himself fired."She was still staring at me—lips slightly parted, eyes wide, like I’d just confessed to murder. Maybe in her innocent little brain, I had. But that bastard deserved it.I leaned closer, gripping the headboard behind her, caging her in. Her breath caught. She tried to move back, but there was nowhere to go.Just how I wanted it."He looked at you too long.""Smiled too wide. And then he touched you. I saw it on the footage."Her brows drew together. She grabbed her notebook, scribbling fast and furiously:NO HE DID NOTLIAM IS NICE TO MEI gritted my teeth. "See, that's the problem. I didn’t hire him to be nice. And that—what he did—that wasn’t him being nice. That was him wanting something else.”She shook her head. I didn’t care. I grabbed her waist and lifted her up off the bed. Her legs instinctively wrapped around me as I carried her down the stairs."I’ll get you a new tutor. Maybe
GENESIS"How much for a smile?"Huh?My head tilted before I could stop it. I blinked up at him, confused.I scrunch my nose slightly. Was this... a game? Was I supposed to smile now? But why would he pay for that?He pushed me gently against the wet, smooth stone wall. The coldness against my back contrasted sharply with the heat of his bare body pressing into mine. I could feel something else, too—hard, stiff—pressing against me.Heat rushed up my neck, blooming across my face.He lifted one hand from my waist to wipe the water from his face. The shower kept pouring over us, but since I was backed against the wall, my view wasn’t blocked. I saw everything.Then he cupped my cheek with a rough, warm palm.“Did I upset you, kitten? Since I came home, you haven’t smiled at me. You haven’t even looked at me.”Oh.Guilt slammed into my chest, hard. That’s what had been clawing at me since the moment he walked through the door. Every time my mind drifted to that tiny bottle filled with po
Kier"You're late," my dad said the moment I stepped into the dining room, barely a second after spotting me.I rolled my eyes and glanced at Genesis, who sat in the chair closest to him. She looked at me, then quickly looked away, her eyes dropping to her plate.I tore my gaze from her and looked toward Donald at the head of the table. Without a word, I moved to the seat opposite her and sat down."And you're still here, Father? I thought you'd have left by now."I smiled at him, but it didn’t reach my eyes. I snuck another glance at my wife, who still refused to look at me. She stared at her food like it was more worthy of her attention than I was. My hand clenched into a fist. It was ridiculous to feel jealous of a plate of food—but I was. I wanted to toss it across the room just to force her to look at me."So that was your plan all along?" he said, voice laced with something darker. "Stay behind and wait for your old man to finish eating and leave? Or were you up to something els
Knight Blood, known in the underground as the Black Knight, stood calmly behind the Royal Mirage Casino & Resort, his sleek black car parked just a few feet away. Flames licked the night sky, the building groaning under the weight of its destruction. Wood cracked. Cement blocks fell like thunder. Screams and shouts pierced the smoky air.Knight smiled.His eyes glowed with the fire’s reflection as he watched the chaos he’d created unfold. There was no joy in his grin. No sense of relief.Just a sliver of satisfaction.A tiny flicker of calm buried beneath the inferno of rage boiling in his chest.Because this wasn’t over.Not yet.One of his men stepped forward, voice tight with urgency. “Boss, we have to leave now. The police are…..”“Tell me that’s not the prettiest thing you’ve ever seen.” Knight interrupted, catching the man off guard.The guy hesitated, unsure how to respond. His eyes darted to the fire, then back to Knight, searching for the right words. He glanced around, but n
Genesis’s eyes blinked open, greeted by darkness. The room was shrouded in shadows, the windows completely covered by thick curtains. She looked around, but the blackness made it impossible to see anything—or anyone.Panic stirred in her chest. She immediately climbed out of bed, but the speed at which she moved made her stagger. Her heart began to race.She hated the dark. It reminded her of that place.With trembling hands, she bent down and fumbled for the bedside lamp. Her fingers found the thin rope, and she gave it a sharp tug. Warm light flooded the room, pushing the shadows away. She exhaled, shakily, her breath catching on relief.She was in their bedroom.But Kier was nowhere in sight.As she stepped forward, something small slipped from beneath her dress and hit the floor with a soft clink. Genesis looked down and saw the vial. She immediately bent and snatched it up, holding it tightly in her hand.Monica had given it to her. A bitter little secret in a glass bottle.“Take
KIERShe mustn’t know what happened last night.She stared at the smudge like she was trying to understand it—like her mind was racing to place it somewhere safe and failing.I shouldn’t have come back like this. I should’ve cleaned up. Taken a second to think, to breathe. To be better.But I wasn’t.And now, she was staring at me like she didn’t recognize me. Like I was someone else entirely.She looked like she was breaking.I reached out to her again. “Genesis…”Her breath hitched the moment my hand touched her shoulder—and something in me shattered. Not just because she flinched—God, she flinched—but because I saw it in her eyes.She wasn’t here. Not really.So I stood. Her eyes followed me, wide and wary, like she was bracing for something. Preparing for impact.I dragged a hand through my hair, staring down at her. She looked scared… so damn small. I wanted to wrap her in my arms, protect every inch of her.But first, I needed to take care of this mess.I made my way to the rest
GENESIS"Genesis," he called.I turned toward the door and saw him standing there—shirtless. My breath hitched. He’d notice. Quickly, I looked away and pressed my face into the pillow, wiping my eyes. He mustn’t find out. He mustn’t.When I was sure the tears were gone, I stood up from the bed. But as I turned around, he was already in front of me. His hands gripped my shoulders, his face carved in fury.What had I done?Did he find out?Or… was it something else?Was he going to hit me?"Who did that to your face?" he growled, each word gritted between his teeth. One hand brushed over my cheek. I opened my eyes and met his gaze.My face?“Who the fuck hit you?”Oh. That.Monica had slapped me. It was normal. I’d stepped out of line by telling her no.But why… why was he acting like this?Without another word, he turned away, striding to the nightstand. He grabbed my book and pencil, then came back and placed them gently into my hands."Write it down," he said, nodding toward the page
KIERMy eyes blinked open, and I looked up to see a strange ceiling.“Fuck, where am I?” I croaked, grimacing. Why did my mouth taste like I ate something sour mixed with liquor?As I tried to stand, a flash of images and loud words exploded behind my eyes.“The king is back. Give him more,” someone shouted. Then, I opened my mouth, and a woman—her face fuzzy—poured a drink into her own mouth and then into mine.That wasn’t all. Hands were roaming around my body, lips on places like my neck, my mouth.Flashing lights. Bodies grinding together.Then it all vanished as quickly as it had come. I pressed my hand to my forehead. Definitely a hangover. I leaned against the headboard, blinking, trying to clear my mind. After a moment, I opened my eyes and took in my surroundings—and groaned.Three naked women were sleeping on the bed.“Damn… what happened last night?” I muttered.I vaguely remembered going to the Opal Noir club, but the rest was a blur. How had I ended up like this? Sleeping