FAZER LOGINNoelle’s POV~ The six cars were parked in a straight line outside the admin building of Rosewood University. A Rolls-Royce. A Maybach. A Bentley. They were all in black. And three more that cost more money than most people saw in a lifetime. The morning sun hit the black paint and made the row look like a funeral for anyone who crossed the Sterling family. Students walked past and slowed down. Everyone on that campus knew those cars. They belonged to the six Sterling professors, the older brothers who owned half the university and taught the hardest classes in it. Men who never raised their voices and never had to. My forbidden step uncles. I stood in the middle of them like the problem they had all been forced to carry. Alexander had driven me. The whole ride he had not looked at me once. He kept his eyes on the road, both his hands on the wheel, his jaw tight like he was holding something back. I sat beside him in the clothes they had approved that morning which was a plain
Alexander’s POV~ My cock jerked under the table. It was trapped in my slacks. The head was swollen and leaking so much that the wetness spread against my thigh. She is twenty years old. She is my brother’s step-daughter. I have known her six months. I am her guardian. Her professor. Her uncle by marriage. And I am sitting here with a hard cock because a brat will not pull her shirt down. God forgive me. This is sin. This is the kind of filth men are damned for. And still my body does not care. Still I am thick and aching under this table. Still I want to push that shirt up to her waist, bend her over the wood, and drive myself into her until the family silver shakes. “Why do we have to do this so early?” she complained. Her mouth was full of toast. “Because today is important,” I said. I folded my hands on the table. “Today we take you to Rosewood University. You will be registered there as a Sterling ward. Richard signed the papers before he left. So I am your guardian w
Alexander’s POV~ The morning light came through the tall windows of Sterling Manor in soft gold lines. It touched the long dining table the way light touches a house that no longer deserves it. The table had been in our family for three generations. It was made of dark wood, polished until the top held the light like still water. The table was long enough to seat twenty people. On most mornings the room felt too big for two people, but this morning it did not feel big. It felt closed in. Hot. Quiet in the way a room goes quiet right before something breaks. Only two places were set. Mine at the head of the table. Hers across from me. I had known Noelle for six months. Six months ago her mother Vivian married my younger brother Richard. The girl came into our family like a storm. She was twenty years old. Spoiled. Rude in the way only a beautiful girl who has never been told no can be rude. I had seen her at the wedding, at two family dinners, and once when Richard bro
Noelle’s POV~ Then Charles pushed two fingers into my pussy from behind and laughed. “She’s soaked and dripping. She has been wet for us since the moment she walked into this house. The filthy little thing. Look at this tight hole gripping my fingers as though it never wants them to leave.” I knelt there with a cock in my mouth and fingers inside my pussy, and they had only begun with me. Alexander bent me over the arm of the large sofa in the living room. He did not warn me, and he did not go gently. He spat on his enormous cock and drove it into my tight pussy in one brutal thrust. I screamed so loudly that my throat burned. He was so thick and so deep that he stretched me open wider than I had ever been stretched before, filling me completely and tearing into me as though he meant to ruin me for anyone else. “Take that cock, you brat,” he grunted, slamming into me so hard that the sofa moved across the floor. His heavy balls struck my clit with every thrust. “This is w
Noelle’s POV~ After Alexander knocked on the door and told me dinner was in ten minutes, I pulled my hand out of my panties so fast that I thought I had hurt myself. My fingers were wet and shiny with my own arousal, and my pussy was still throbbing because I had not been allowed to finish. My legs were shaking badly, and my heart was beating so hard that I could hear it in my ears. I was angry. I was angry at Alexander for knocking, angry at myself for sitting on that floor with my legs wide open, and angry at all six of them for being older, bigger, and far too tempting for their own good. I stood up on weak legs. My shorts were still damp and sticking to my pussy, and I knew I looked like a mess, but I no longer cared. I was too tired and too irritated to fix anything. I walked out of my room and down the long hall toward the dining room with my head held high, even though my body still felt warm and betrayed with every step I took. When I reached the dining room, only
Sebastian’s pov~ I was slow at first. My big hand moved up and down my thick cock. I twisted my hand at the head. I squeezed the big vein on the underside. I spread my wetness over my skin until my whole cock was shiny with it. My hand made wet, nasty sounds every time I pulled it back up. I knew I was a filthy old man. I was sitting in the dark with my cock in my hand. I was stroking myself to the sound of my twenty-year-old niece begging for all six of us to ruin her. There is a bad place in hell for men like me, and I already bought my ticket with both hands. God forgive me, because I will never forgive myself. I knew I was wrong. I was disgusting. I was her uncle by marriage. I was going to be her soon to be professor. I was the man told to keep her safe. And here I was, pulling on my own big cock like a dirty dog while she played with herself on the other side of the wall. But I kept stroking. On the screen, she rubbed her clit hard with her hand. Her bac
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







