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I step into the condo. The air inside is cooler than the sticky heat outside, but it doesn't do much to wash away the fatigue clinging to me after a long morning. Hours spent walking the resort grounds, keeping staff informed, making sure security has their eyes open, and smoothing over issues before they have a chance to become problems. It's exhausting but necessary. Every little detail matters in my world.
When I stepped out early this morning, I caught
BeatriceAll day, the house has been alive with frantic energy. The staff have been darting through the halls like bees in a hive, their arms full of flowers, trays, and boxes of candles, each of them muttering under their breath as they hurry to wherever they're needed.The entryway, the very heart of the house, is almost unrecognizable. It's been transformed into something that could rival a ballroom. Every surface is draped, polished, and glittering with detail. Men climb ladders to adjust strings of lights, women smooth down tablecloths until there isn't a wrinkle in sight, and every time I blink, another arrangement of flowers appears in some perfect corner.EvenKathyhas taken it upon herself to oversee the chaos, her voice sharp as she barks orders about where she wants her food displayed. She's demanding and flawless, like a queen ensuring her banquet is worthy of admiration.Despite the madness, I can't deny how breath
Her eyes drift to me thenSilas, then back to me. Her voice drips with venom and she says, "I didn't realizeSilaslets the help play dress-up at these kinds of events."Get a load of this woman.Silasexhales. "You can stop acting like a jealous, spoiled bitch. It's not a good look on you,Moris."Moristilts her face, smirking at me. "You must be so proud of yourself, clinging to him like that." Her words are soft but meant to cut. "Afraid someone might take him away?"I feel heat rising in my chest but I keep my body steady, clutchingSilas'sside instead of recoiling. His hand grips hard on my waist.Silas'sjaw tightens, his voice dropping low and rough with warning. "That's enough."Morisdoesn't budge. She crosses her arms and her smirk widens. "Relax, baby. I'm only saying what everyone else is thinking. She clings to you for the lifestyle."Her words sting, twisting like a kni
"I don't forget anything you tell me,"Silasreplies with a wink. "Still waiting for that skinny dipping moment, though."I move my hips up into Beatrice's ass with a groan slipping past my lips. "Nowthatsounds right up my alley," I mutter, voice rough with desire.Silasswings open his door and gets in the back. My eyes track Beatrice as she climbs into the driver's seat. She's so tiny she has to adjust her seat and move the mirrors. She presses her foot against the gas pedal and the second she hits the gas, the car lurches forward.Both me andSilasslam back into our seats, the acceleration pushing us down. The roar of the engine mixes with her little laughs, breathy and all excited. I rest my hand on her thigh, holding on as the thrill of speed sends my pulse skyrocketing.Our eyes aren't on the road; they're on her. She's a natural, quick to adjust, already pushing the car harder and faster with every tur
AtticusIt's now been three weeks since the stabbing. The pain has dulled enough that I can finally move without wincing like some crippled old man, and I'm out of that damn hospital bed at last.Hell, I'm 6'4 and two hundred and fifty pounds. I'm too damn big to be stuck in a narrow cot meant for half my size. I felt like a caged animal—strapped down and forced to lie still. But you know what made it all bearable? My doll. She was with me every day, every hour, tucked against me. I made her crawl into that cramped bed and made her squeeze that sweet little ass right up against me. I didn't care how uncomfortable it was. In my mind, we fit just fine.Even though I'm out of that fucking hospital bed, I still need her next to me. Which means I've found myself inSilas'sbed. That's where Beatrice sleeps. If she's there, I'm there. She sleeps between us like she was meant to be there all along. When I close my eyes at night, I don't
"Such a dirty little slut for me."His words are heavy and degrading but they slide straight into me like molten heat. The smack to my pussy should've hurt but it didn't. It ripples through me, fire and pleasure tangled together."You get off on being used. Tell me you're my dirty little slut, doll face."My lips part but the words stick in my throat. His hand comes up again, a harder slap this time, right over my throbbing clit. My hips buck against his palm, chasing the contact."Yes..." My voice cracks, desperation bleeding through. "I-I'm your dirty little slut."It should insult me but instead it unravels me."That's right," he groans. His fingers slide through my slickness he's drawn out of me, circling my swollen clit. My legs shake, the sensitivity unbearable but addicting. My hands press against the tile for balance, nails scraping as my body tries to find an anchor against the sensation."Mmm," he hums, the sound vibrating. "Sucked my cock so good and now your cunt is beggin
My breath stutters but I obey. I part my lips and my tongue slips past them. I feel exposed and vulnerable but something about the command in his voice makes it impossible to resist. He pushes the tip into my mouth, sliding just past my lips and my eyes roll back. The weight of it, the taste, it's intoxicating. My thighs press together instinctively as I let out a soft whimper."That's it, doll face. Wrap those lips tight." His groan rumbles low, deep, and rough, echoing off the tile and sinking into my bones. "Fuck, just like that."Heat floods my cheeks as I seal my lips around him, the water dripping down his stomach and sliding onto my tongue. He twitches inside my mouth and the sounds he makes spurs me on. "Use your tongue," he growls. "Slow circles around the tip."I swirl my tongue around him, shy at first but growing bolder when I hear the hiss in his breath. The taste of him coats my tongue. Salty and addictive. Precum slides into my mouth and I love it. His head tips back ag
Goddamn, Beatrice's got an ass on her. Round, high, and just asking to be held. Bitten. Spanked. Worshipped. I am an ass man through and through.My fingers twitch at the thought of how perfectly that ass would fit in my hands, how soft her skin would feel under my palms. I shift my stance, trying
SilasI sit behind my computer with next month's financial projections for Apex sprawled out across the screen. Line after line of numbers I usually dissect with precision. But today, they blur together, smearing into meaningless rows of black and white.I can't stop thinking about Beatrice.I lean
I slam my fist into his mouth, splitting his lip wide open. Teeth clack together. Blood sprays against my shirt. I pride myself on control. Pain should be calculated. But when it comes to the only thing I actually love in this world, that control shatters. The second Pete brought my brother into th
Finally, the fucker wakes up after what feels like forever. His eyes flutter open, sluggish and confused until he takes in the chains, the steel, the cave and then his eyes lock on me. The piss comes almost instantly. It leaks down his pant leg, pooling beneath the chair. I tend to have that effect







