MasukChapter 3: BoundariesElara's POVThe night was quiet, but I couldn't sleep. I lay on the narrow bed in Father Elias and Father Thorne's quarters, staring at the ceiling while Thorne rested beside me. It felt unreal, knowing I was sharing a room with two priests. A few days ago I'd been living a completely different life. Now I was in a monastery, supposedly searching for redemption, and I couldn't stop thinking about the very people who were supposed to guide me toward it. The irony wasn't lost on me.I shifted under the wool blanket and tried to settle my thoughts. I'd come to Sanctum Abbey because my old life had become unbearable. I wanted discipline and clarity, and a chance to understand why I kept making choices that left me feeling empty. But since meeting Elias and Thorne, my determination had started to wobble. They were kind when I expected them to be stern, and they saw right through me when I wanted to hide behind jokes. I couldn't decide whether their attention comforted
CHAPTER SIX: After FiveI used his bathroom. The light in there was brighter than the office, and I looked used. Hair half out of the pins. A mark on my neck from Darius that would fade by morning if I was lucky. Red lines at my wrists. I washed my face, my thighs, between my legs. I put the blouse back on and buttoned it. The skirt sat wrong until I zipped it properly. I did not put anything under it. I had not brought anything to put under it.When I came out, Raphael was on a call with the door open. He lifted two fingers from the desk, not a wave, a dismissal I knew. I took it and left.The fourteenth floor had gone quiet in the way it always did after four. The conference room door was shut. Someone had wiped the table. The screen was off. A chair still sat at a wrong angle, and the carpet by the window was darker where water had spilled. I smelled cleaner and, under it, skin.Darius was at his new desk in the open office, jacket on, tie knotted again. He was staring at his monit
CHAPTER FIVE: His OfficeRaphael’s door was shut. I knocked once, because that was the rule between us, and went in without waiting for an answer.He had the blinds half down. The city sat in strips of light across the carpet. His jacket was on the chair. He stood by the cabinet he kept locked on every day except Thursday, sleeves rolled, watching me the way he watched a contract he already knew the end of.“You took your time,” he said.“The lobby started.”“I heard the gate from the stairwell.” He nodded at the cabinet. “Close the door.”I closed it. The lock turned under my hand. When I faced him again he had the cabinet open. I knew the inside of it. Cuffs lined in leather. A short crop. A plug with a wide base. Clamps in a small tin. A bottle of oil. Nothing that belonged to the conference room. This part was ours. The floor could have me any way it liked until I came through that door. In here he decided the order.“Clothes off,” he said. “All of them. Heels too.”I took the blo
CHAPTER FOURThe LobbyI didn’t get off the table.Grant came back from the window with his shirt open and Nadine’s lipstick on his throat. He looked at me on my side, Ian still half on me, Ben catching his breath against a chair, and he stroked himself once.“Turn her over,” he said. “I haven’t had her ass.”Ian shifted. I rolled onto my stomach and let my legs hang off the edge. The wood was sticky under my breasts. Grant spat into his hand, worked it over his cock, and pressed against my ass. Ben had opened me already. Grant sank in easier than Ben had, and he groaned when he bottomed out.“Christ, you’re soft.”“Don’t narrate it,” I said into my arm. “Fuck me.”He did. Deep, a little mean, one hand on the back of my neck. Nadine climbed onto the table in front of me and sat with her knees apart. I didn’t wait for an invitation. I put my mouth on her and licked, slow, while Grant fucked my ass. She tasted like come and skin. She held my hair and rolled her hips against my tongue.T
CHAPTER THREEThe Long TableThe conference room did not look like a conference room anymore.Helen was on her back on the near end of the table, blouse hanging off one arm, skirt gone. Mark was between her legs, fucking her in long strokes, and Cole had come around to her head. She had Cole’s cock in her mouth and one hand on his thigh. Every time Mark pushed, she took Cole deeper and made a wet sound around him. Her other hand was between her own legs, two fingers alongside Mark, rubbing herself.At the window, Nadine was bent over the side table with Grant behind her. He had two fingers in her ass and his cock in her pussy, and she was holding the window frame and talking him through it in a flat voice, as if she were reading a list. “There. Don’t pull the fingers out. Slower on the—yes. Like that.”Two people from accounts had come in from the corridor. I knew their faces and not their Thursday habits. The man, Peter, had a woman from payroll over the back of a chair, her underwea
CHAPTER TWO: The New OneI came out from under the table with Raphael’s come still sliding down my thigh and my skirt rucked at my waist. The room had gone loud in the few minutes I had been on the carpet. Helen was in Mark’s lap, blouse open, his mouth on her breast. Nadine was on the window table with Cole behind her. Nobody was looking at the screen.Darius was looking at me.I walked the length of the table. My heels were quiet on the carpet. He sat back a little as I got close, not a full retreat, more like a man making room without deciding to. Up close he was broader than he had looked from the door. His tie was still knotted. His mouth was parted.“They told you about Thursdays,” I said.“In the kitchen. On Monday. I thought it was a joke.”“It isn’t.”I took his tie in one hand and climbed onto his lap, knees on the chair on either side of him. The chair rolled. I caught the table with my free hand and stopped it. Then I pulled the front of my blouse down, buttons straining,
Lila's POV I couldn't sleep. I tossed and turned for hours on end and yet, I couldn't get a minute of sleep. It was 2 a.m, I should be asleep, and yet, all I could think of was Jax's words. He said he missed me. That shouldn't have meant anything, he'd probably said it to millions of other girls a
Blurb:Coming home for midterm was supposed to be simple; eat, sleep and survive family time. But when Lila walks back into the house she swore off, she finds the one person she never wanted to see… and the only one she can’t stop wanting.Lila's POVThe gravel crunched under the tires as I pulled
Elara’s POVThe night air in the shared cell was thick with the scent of sweat and cum. I lay on the narrow bed, eyes wide and open, and my body humming from where Thorne’s hand rested on my waist, his cock nestling against the curve of my ass.My pussy still fluttered faintly from the orgasm he h
Elara’s POV I woke up slick and aching, my thighs sticky from a dream where Elias and Thorne had worshipped me on the altar, Elias's tongue delving into my sacred places with reverent strokes, Thorne's cock plunging deep while he chanted litanies. I dressed in my white gown, the fabric hugging my







