LOGINWelcome To Your New Cage (3)Millia's POV The morning after the kidnapping, I woke up in Damien’s massive bed, my body deliciously sore and marked with his fingerprints. Cum still leaked slowly from my well-fucked pussy, a sticky reminder of how thoroughly he had claimed me in the back of the car the night before.I barely had time to stretch before his strong arms pulled me back against a hard, naked chest.“Morning, wife,” Damien murmured, his voice rough with sleep and dark hunger. His morning wood pressed insistently against my ass. “It’s time for breakfast.”He carried me to the dining room completely naked, setting me on the edge of the long table like I was the main course. The sun rays flickering on every inch of my exposed skin and Damien, who was wearing only black silk pajama pants that hung low on his hips, looked like sin personified as he rang for breakfast.The staff brought trays of fresh fruit, eggs, toast, and coffee, then discreetly disappeared. We were alone.Dam
Welcome To Your New Cage (2)Millia's POV The penthouse was supposed to be safe because Damien’s fortress was made of glass and steel. But safety was an illusion when you belonged to a man like him.I woke to rough hands dragging me from the bed. A cloth was pressed over my mouth, the sharp sting of chloroform burning my lungs. I fought, clawing and kicking, but darkness swallowed me before I could scream Damien’s name.When I came to, I was tied to a metal chair in a dimly lit warehouse, my wrists raw from the ropes. My silk nightgown clung to my sweat-damp skin and across from me stood Viktor Kane — Damien’s biggest rival, a snake in a tailored suit with cold, hungry eyes.“Blackwood’s pretty little wife,” Viktor drawled, circling me like a predator. “He thinks he can take everything from me but tonight, I will take something from him.”Fear coiled in my gut, but I choose to be defiant k. “Touch me and Damien will gut you like the coward you are.”Viktor laughed and grabbed my chin
Welcome To Your New Cage (1)Millia’s POV The floors of Blackwood Tower felt like ice beneath my heels as I walked toward my own execution. I was only twenty-four years old, and my life had been reduced to a single transaction: my body and freedom in exchange for my family’s survival.My father’s empire lay in ruins, buried under mountains of debt owed to the one man who could destroy or resurrect us with a flick of his pen. Damien Blackwood. The devil in a bespoke suit.I was ushered into his private office on the top floor, where floor-to-ceiling windows offered a godlike view of the glittering city below. Damien stood behind his obsidian desk like a king on his throne. He was devastating — tall and powerfully built, with sharp, aristocratic features, midnight-black hair, and eyes that seemed to strip me bare before I even opened my mouth to speak.He didn’t greet me warmly. He simply gestured to the thick contract lying open on the desk.“Sign, Millia.”His voice was low, cultured
I Need To Taste You (2)Mara’s POV It was the final trial day, but my mind wasn’t on closing arguments. Every time Kai stood to speak, his deep voice sent fresh heat pooling between my thighs. I could still feel the ache from the jury room—his thick cock fucking me, his cum drying on my skin under my skirt. We barely made it through the afternoon without eye-fucking each other across the aisle.When the judge finally called it for the day, I rushed out first, texting him a single word from the courthouse bathroom: ‘Come to the basement. I'm at the Archives now.’He found me in the records room ten minutes later, the door locked behind him. The space was narrow, shelves of dusty case files towering around us. “You’re fucking insane,” Kai growled, stalking toward me. His tie was already loosened, his eyes wild with the same hunger burning in my veins. “Anyone could have followed us.”“I don’t care,” I shot back, backing against a metal shelf as he crowded me. “I’ve been dripping all d
I Need To Taste You (1)Mara’s POV The courtroom was filled with tension as the judge called a brief recess after opening statements. I stood at the prosecutor’s table, my heart hammering in my chest and it was not just because of the high-profile fraud case, but from the man seated across the aisle. Kai Harlan— a brilliant defense attorney, my secret anonymous hookup for the past three months. We’d met on a blind app, never exchanging names or faces, we just engaged in raw, no-strings hotel nights where we fucked like strangers who knew exactly how to ruin each other.Until today, when I walked in and locked eyes with the man whose cock I’d ridden two nights ago.The air tensed between us during every objection as his smooth voice sliced through my arguments just like his thick husky voice during foreplay. Now, in the short break, I went into the empty jury room to catch my breath, shutting the door behind me.I didn’t hear him enter until the lock turned.Kai stood there in his tai
Make Me (2)Lila's POV The gala ballroom glittered but all I felt was the burn of Marcus’s eyes on me from across the room. I wore a backless emerald gown that clung to every curve, the deep V plunging almost to my navel, the slit up my thigh flashing my skin with every step. Again, I had no bra on but this time I was wearing a pantie which was my lace thong that was already damp. I’d chosen it specially for him.I danced with a handsome investor, laughing too loudly, pressing my body against his while I scanned the room for Marcus. He stood near the wall in his tuxedo, his jaw locked, and his hands fisted at his sides. Every time my partner’s hand slid lower on my waist, Marcus’s eyes darkened.Good. Let him suffer.When the song ended, I excused myself and went toward the dimly lit terrace. The night air was cool on my heated skin. I didn’t have to wait long.Marcus appeared like a storm, grabbing my wrist and pulling me into a shadowed alcove behind the velvet curtains where the d
Private Session With Doctor (2)Gianna's POV Dr. Kane didn’t give me time to recover. He gripped my hips and flipped me onto my stomach on the examination table, then yanked my ass high into the air. My knees dug into the padded surface, my back arched deeply, face pressed against the crinkled pap
Gianna's POV I sat on the edge of the examination table in Dr. Elias Kane’s private office, my legs dangling nervously. The paper gown felt like paper-thin against my skin, it was barely covering my breasts and stopping just below my hips. At twenty-seven, I had come in for a routine check-up, but
On Your Knees (2)Sophia's POV The air in the basement was heavier now, thick with the scent of sex and my own desperate arousal. Victor stayed buried deep inside me, his cock still pulsing as the last drops of his release filled my core. I could feel the warmth of his cum leaking slowly around hi
Sex With Mr Harlan Voss(1)LILA'S POV I stared at the screen of my phone, my heart hammering against my ribs as the explicit photos loaded one by one. My own face looked back at me — flushed, eyes half-closed in pleasure, lips parted in a moan. In the images, I was on my knees in the dimly lit su







