로그인Rhett’s POV~ I pushed her shoulders gently until she understood and dropped to her hands and knees in front of me. The skirt, that tiny scrap of fabric that had been torturing me all night, bunched up around her waist, completely forgotten. The sight in front of me made my mouth go dry and my cock ache with a heavy, insistent pulse. Her pussy was right there. Fully bare. The lips were swollen, a deep, blushing pink, and they were glistening with a thick layer of her arousal. I could see the little opening clenching slightly, nervously, in the cool air of the room. She looked tight. Tighter than anything I had ever imagined. Tighter than a sin that would send me straight to hell. My hand was shaking as I wrapped my fingers around the base of my shaft. I had to look down to guide myself because I couldn't tear my eyes away from her cunt. My cock was throbbing, the head a dark, angry purple, leaking a thick, clear strand of pre-cum that stretched and snapped, landing dire
Rhett’s POV The house was asleep except for me. I lay in my bed, and was hard in my shorts for the first time in my life because of a girl who was not supposed to be the reason. Rae. My step sister. She’d been in the house one night and already I couldn’t close my eyes without seeing the way her skirt sat high on her thighs at dinner, the way she said “Daddy” to my father like she was testing the word in her mouth. She wasn’t my sister by blood. The papers said step-sister. But my body didn’t read papers. My cock strained against the cotton of my shorts, the head swollen, a small wet spot forming where the tip leaked. I told myself to think of something else. Baseball. The gym. The sound of the refrigerator humming. None of it worked. Her face was there, her lips that were slightly bitten from nervous habit. The curve of her hip when she stood, couldn’t get off my mind. I got up. The floor was cold under my feet. I wore only a t-shirt and shorts, no boxers, and when I l
Theo’s POV~ The law uses a phrase for a man like me. In loco parentis. In the place of a parent. It means I am supposed to stand where her mother would have stood, to feed her, to shelter her, to keep her safe from the things that want to break her. Her mother trusted me with that when she wrote the will, and God knows I was the only one left who would take the girl in. But tonight, sitting in my study with the trust paper still open on the desk, I understood that the phrase was a joke the universe told at my expense. Because the thing that wanted to break her was me. I am forty-one years old. I have buried one wife and watched the woman I loved die in a crash that left her daughter alone in the world. Rae is eighteen. She is my ward. The paper says I am to certify her integration into this family, and the lawyers think that means I will make her feel at home. I know what it means when I say it. It means I will shape her. It means I will have her. And it means that e
Rae’s POV~ My name is Rae, and I am eighteen years old. Six months ago my mother died in a car crash that the police called an accident and I called the end of the world. After that, my uncle took me in and told me he would homeschool me, which really meant he kept me in a house with the curtains closed and taught me that the safest thing a girl could be was to be small. I learned how to read a man by the way he held a fork, how to smile so he forgot I had teeth, and how to never cry where anyone could see it. Then Theo came. Theo was my mother’s ex. They were never married, but apparently she left a will I had never known about, and in it she named him my legal guardian. He showed up in a black suit like the funeral hadn’t ended, and he took me to his house the way a person takes in furniture they plan to use. I was not a child to him. I was a problem he had been given permission to solve. The house was too quiet the first night, and the dining room was worse. Theo s
Skylar’s POV~ The blindfold slipped off. Rafe’s hand untied the silk slowly, like he was unwrapping something he’d paid for in years of silence. When my eyes adjusted to the amber light of the study, I saw all three of them standing over me, Damian in his suit, calm as a god, his trousers already tented, Dex with his jeans open and that devil grin that always made my stomach drop, and Rafe, kneeling by my leg, his dead eyes were hungry, the clamps were still in his pocket from earlier. I wasn’t scared. I was dripping. I’d wanted this since I was nineteen. Since Uncle Dex’s arms in the garage, grease on his forearms, me in denim cut-offs. Since Daddy’s voice came in the hall, low and owned. Since Uncle Rafe’s silence was right outside my door at 3am, and the click of his camera in the dark. Damian leaned down, one hand was on my chin, forcing my face up to his. “Ceremony,” he said, his Daddy-voice was thick and controlled, like he was reading a vow. “You wante
Rafe’s POV~ I hadn’t moved while Dex used her. I’d just held her hair, watched her pussy clench around nothing, listened to her call me Uncle, and felt my cock leak in my trousers like a sin I wasn’t ashamed of. Four years of photos, four years of 3am door creaks, and now she was laid out marked and dripping and Daddy said she was mine to play with too. I let go of her hair. She whimpered at the loss, her eyes were glassy, her cheeks streaked with the mess Dex had pulled out of her. I stood slowly, and pulled my tie off. It was silk, and dark blue, the one she once said made me look “less like a ghost” at Easter dinner. I folded it once and pressed it over her eyes. “No,” she mumbled, shaking her head. “Uncle, don’t—” “Quiet,” I said, and my voice was flat, and dead, like always, but my hand wasn’t. I tied the tie behind her head, blindfolding her. “You don’t get to watch. You get to feel.” I reached into my jacket. The cuffs were in the inner pocket, it was leather, and
Elena’s POV~The next morning, I moved like a criminal.It was 6:45 AM. The house was dead silent, but I knew better. I needed to leave the house for school before daddy woke up. I had been trying so hard to avoid him. I shoved my feet into my sneakers, grabbed my bag, and crept down the hall. My
Elena’s POV~The pink box was heavy. I was carrying it down the hallway. Toward his room. Like he told me to. Because he TOLD me to. And I did it. Like a good girl. Like an idiot.My arms were shaking. Not from the weight of the box but from the fact that I could hear him behind me. His bare feet o
Elena’s POV~I stopped breathing. My hand was still buried inside me, slick and aching, trapped between my legs and his iron grip. I couldn't pull it out. I didn't want to.He pulled slowly. Agonizingly slowly..My juices made a wet, sucking noise as he dragged my fingers out of my pussy.He held m
To my filthy girlies… this isn’t a love story. It’s a confession. Every story in this book is about women who were ‘good girls’ until they met a man who didn’t want good. He wanted wrecked. If you like it slow, go read a romance book. If you like it raw, if you like the sound of a spank echoing of







