LOGINHe 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
He opened one eye. “What the fuck are you doing?” I froze with his phone in my hand, the screen still bright. My heart slammed against my ribs. Jax sat up slowly, his eyes narrowing at me. He reached out fast, trying to grab the phone back. “Give it here, bitch.” That was the moment everything snapped. He had lied. He never planned to delete anything. I could see it in his face. All those hours, the way he used me, it was just a game to him. My fingers brushed the nightstand beside the bed. A heavy glass ashtray sat there, full of cigarette butts. I didn’t think. I just grabbed it. I swung hard as he lunged. The ashtray connected with the side of his head with a sickening thud. Glass cracked. Cigarette ash flew everywhere. Jax let out a sharp grunt and clutched his head, blood already trickling between his fingers. He stumbled back on the bed, dazed. “You… fucking…” I didn’t wait. I snatched the phone from where it had nearly slipped and scrolled fast through his gallery. My ha
I sat at the dinner table pushing rice around my plate while Mark went on about his day at the office. The food smelled good, but my stomach felt tight already. He took another bite of chicken, chewed for a second, then looked at me the way he always did when he was about to say something I didn’t
John kept thrusting deep and steady, refusing to pull out. “That’s not pee, baby,” he said, voice low and confident. “Let it go. I want to feel you squirt all over my cock.” The pressure inside me grew unbearable as he pounded harder, eyes daring me to lose control completely right there on the bed
The voice from the alley called up again, sharper this time. “Hey! Is someone up there? I swear I saw movement in that window.” John stayed buried deep inside me, his cock thick and pulsing against my walls. His hand stayed pressed firmly over my mouth. We didn’t dare breathe too loud. My back was
John’s body pressed against my back, solid and warm. His breath tickled my ear as his fingers guided mine over my panties. I could feel how hard he was, pressed right against my ass through his jeans. My heart raced so fast I felt dizzy.“You were hoping I’d come, weren’t you?” he murmured, voice l







