تسجيل الدخولThe next morning I woke up early, before the sun had fully risen over the city. Damien was still asleep beside me, his arm draped protectively over my waist. I watched him for a moment, grateful for his steady breathing. But the fear from last night’s phone call wouldn’t leave me alone. I needed answers. I needed to face the man who had attacked me. I slipped out of bed quietly, wrote a short note for Damien, and took a cab straight to the police station. The morning air felt cold against my skin. My hands wouldn’t stop shaking the entire ride. At the station, I told the desk officer everything again, the new call, the threat, They took me seriously this time. Two detectives sat with me in a small room, writing notes while I repeated every word I could remember. “We’re tracing the number right now,” one of them said. “It might take a while, but we’ll find something.” I nodded, then took a deep breath. “Can I see him? The man who tried to assault me the other day at the elevator”
He stepped closer, eyes gleaming with the same sick hunger from the elevator. “Miss me?” he asked softly. I was trapped in my own apartment with him, and no one knew I was here.Terror shot through me like ice. I backed away until my back hit the wall. “Get out,” I said, my voice shaking. “Leave right now or I’ll scream.”He smiled, that same twisted smile. “Go ahead. Scream. No one’s coming.”He lunged at me. I tried to dodge, but he grabbed my arm and slammed me against the wall. Pain exploded in my shoulder. I screamed as loud as I could, kicking and hitting him with my free hand.“Stop fighting me!” he snarled, pinning my wrists above my head. His body pressed hard against mine. He smelled like sweat and alcohol. I twisted desperately, trying to knee him, but he blocked it.“Damien!” I yelled at the top of my lungs. “Help! Someone help me!”The man slapped me hard across the face. “Shut up!”Tears burned my eyes. I kept struggling, refusing to give up. I headbutted him in the nose
The stranger’s fingers dug into my jaw as he waited for my answer. His breath was hot and heavy against my face. The red emergency lights made everything look like a nightmare. “Please,” I whispered, voice shaking. “Just let me go.” He laughed softly, like my fear excited him. “Not yet, sweetheart. We’re just getting started.” His hand moved down again, roughly squeezing my exposed breast. I tried to push him away, but he pinned me harder against the cold elevator wall. Tears kept falling down my cheeks. I felt helpless. The elevator wasn’t moving. No one was coming. He lowered his head and took my nipple into his mouth again, sucking hard enough to hurt. I cried out, struggling as much as I could. My arms pushed at his shoulders. My legs kicked uselessly. He only laughed and pressed his body closer, grinding against me. “You’re making this fun,” he muttered, biting down. “Fight more. I like it.” I kept trying. Twisting, turning, shoving. But he was too strong. His free hand sli
We froze. Damien’s body was still pressed against mine, his hand halfway under my shirt. My back was against the cool glass window, heart racing from everything that had just happened. The sound of the elevator ding echoed down the hallway outside the penthouse. Footsteps followed. “Shit,” Damien whispered. He pulled his hand away quickly and stepped back. I fixed my clothes fast, pulling my shirt down and zipping my jeans. My cheeks burned. I couldn’t believe how far we had gone in just a few minutes. The footsteps got closer. I looked at Damien. “I thought you said the elevator wouldn’t work because of the storm?” He scratched the back of his head, avoiding my eyes for a second. “Yeah… about that.” He didn’t give a real answer. Just stood there looking a little guilty, like he had made it up on purpose to keep me there longer. I felt a rush of embarrassment and anger. “You lied?” Before he could reply, I stepped away from him, grabbed my jacket from the couch, and headed for
Austin took another step toward me, close enough that I could smell his cologne. “Unless you’d rather go back down to your cold apartment?” His voice dropped lower. “Or you can stay right here… with me.”I swallowed hard. The storm roared outside, rain beating against the massive windows. My apartment downstairs was dark and freezing. Up here, the warm glow from the generator-powered lamps made everything feel safer. And dangerous at the same time.“I’ll stay,” I said quietly. “Just until the power comes back.”He smiled, slow and knowing. “Good choice.”He poured me a small glass of red wine even though I’d asked for water earlier. I took it anyway. We moved to the living room, standing by the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the entire city. Lightning flashed, lighting up the dark sky and the wet streets far below.“Beautiful view,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady.Austin stood right beside me, shoulder brushing mine. “It is. Especially tonight.”We talked for a while
The storm hit harder than anyone expected. Rain slammed against the windows of my new apartment like it wanted to break in. I had just finished unpacking the last box when the lights flickered once, twice, and then everything went black.“Great,” I muttered, feeling around in the dark for my phone. The screen lit up my face. No power. No Wi-Fi. Just the sound of thunder rumbling outside.I had moved into this fancy high-rise building only two weeks ago after landing my first real job in the city. It was supposed to be a fresh start. Quiet. Peaceful. Instead, I was standing in complete darkness on the 28th floor with no flashlight and a dead laptop battery.I waited ten minutes, hoping the power would come back. It didn’t. The storm only got worse. Lightning flashed across the sky, lighting up my bare apartment for a second. I couldn’t just sit here doing nothing. I remembered the penthouse on the top floor. Maybe the rich guy who lived there had a generator or at least some candles.I
Elias grabbed my hand tight. “This way,” he whispered urgently. “Don’t make a sound.”My heart raced as he pulled me deeper into the dark stacks. We moved fast but careful, stepping around carts and avoiding loose books on the floor. The flashlight beams from the power crew swept across the far end
I lay there catching my breath, covered in their cum. My body felt electric, buzzing from the two orgasms they’d already pulled out of me. Jake and Ryan weren’t done. Not even close. Jake wiped my stomach with his discarded shirt and tossed it aside. “You still with us, Emma?” I nodded, smiling
Jake pushed me gently onto the bed. I fell back on the soft mattress, heart pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears. The two of them stood over me, eyes hungry. “Spread your legs,” Jake said, voice low. I did it slowly. Ryan moved first. He climbed between my thighs and pulled my panties down
The bass from the music vibrated through the floor as I pushed my way into the crowded frat house. Red solo cups everywhere, bodies grinding on the makeshift dance floor, and the air thick with weed and cheap beer. I shouldn’t have come alone, but my roommates bailed at the last minute.Tonight I d







