ログインELARA’S POV~ My legs gave out. I sank to the floor, the Persian rug scratching my knees. I was eye-level with the monster between his legs. He was massive from this angle. The head was a deep, bruised purple, slick with my spit and his own juices, the vein on the underside throbbing wildly, looking like it was about to burst. "Open your mouth, Elara," Hugh commanded, his hand stroking himself furiously now, right in front of my face. The speed was blurring. "But don't catch it. Daddy wants to mark you. He wants to see it on your cheeks. On your chin. Wear Daddy's cum, baby." "Daddy, please," I whimpered, my hands gripping his thighs, feeling the rock-hard muscle there tremble. "Someone might come in. The staff—" "Let them watch," he growled, his pace becoming erratic, his balls drawing up tight. "Let them see what a good girl you are to Daddy. Let them see who you belong to." His hand moved like a blur. Up. Down. Up. Down. "Elara," he groaned, his head falling back,
ELARA’S POV~ My feet weren't moving. Like, literally, my brain was screaming "RUN, YOU IDIOT!" but my legs were just... stuck. Glued to the expensive rug. Hugh was standing there. Naked. And I mean, really naked. The sun was hitting him in a way that made the grey in his hair look almost silver, but his body? His body was all heat and muscle and this terrifying, heavy energy. He wasn't covering up. He was just... stroking his cock. That massive, scary thing between his legs. "You hear me, Elara?" he asked. His voice wasn't loud, but it felt like it was inside my head. "I said turn around. Go to your room." I should have run. I swear, I should have. But my eyes? They had a mind of their own. They dropped. Oh my goodness. He was huge. Like, actually huge. His hand looked almost small wrapped around the base of his cock**, and the skin... it was pulled so tight it looked like it might burst. I could see the veins. Actually see them, thick and blue, popping out as he pum
ELARA’S POV~ This was how it all started. A few hours before the board meeting, Hugh summoned me to his private suite. The room smelled of his unique expensive, and spicy cologne, a scent that always made my knees weak, no matter how much I hated myself for it. Hugh Vance stood by the window, looking out at the estate grounds. He was forty. In the absolute prime of his life. He wasn't an old man; he was like a titan. He had a swimmer’s build, with broad shoulders that strained against the bespoke navy fabric of his suit, and a chest that looked like a slab of marble under his white dress shirt. His hair was a rich, dark brown, but a distinguished salt-and-pepper gray was starting to creep in at the temples, and slicked back. He’s your stepfather, I scolded myself, my eyes tracing the line of his back. He’s Daddy. Stop looking at his ass. "Come here, Elara," he commanded softly, without turning around. I walked to him, my head held down, my hands trembling. "Loo
EXCERPT: Hugh told me to call him 'Dad' when he tucked me in at night. He told me to call him 'Sir' when he unzipped his trousers under the desk. I thought that was the limit of our sin. I was wrong. Last night, Cole, my stepbrother, cornered me in the laundry room, pinning me against the washer, his knee grinding between my legs, while Hugh was just down the hall on a business call. The fantasy of a ‘happy family’ died the night Hugh walked in on us. He didn’t shout. He didn’t drag Cole off me. He just loosened his tie, leaned against the doorframe and asked the question that doomed us all. 'Is there room for Daddy?' Now, I wasn’t a daughter. I wasn’t a sister. I was the only thing keeping the King and the Prince from killing each other... while they took turns ruining me. We were a family, alright. As long as 'family' meant me on my knees between the two men who raised me. ——————- My skin crawled, but in a way that made me want to peel my clothes off, not
Rick’s POV~ The silence in the house was deafening, but it was the sweetest sound I’d ever heard. No more clicking heels. No more Vanessa’s shrill voice screaming insults. Just the sound of Elena’s breathing behind me as I locked the heavy front door for the last time. I turned around. She was standing there, wringing her hands, looking small and shaken from the scene with her mother. But I saw it—the spark in her eyes. The relief. "Come here," I commanded softly. She didn't hesitate. She walked into my open arms like she was coming home. I buried my face in her hair, inhaling her scent—the scent of my girl, mixed with the faintest trace of the perfume her mother made her wear. I hated that smell. "I need to get this off you," I growled, my hands finding the hem of her sweater. I didn't wait for permission. I grabbed the fabric and ripped it over her head, tossing it aside. My eyes raked over her body, barely covered by a flimsy bra. My blood heated, rushing south.
Elena’s POV~ My thighs were still sticky. The drive home had been torture. Every time I shifted in the leather seat, I could feel the ghost of Rick’s handprint burning on my ass, the memory of him hissing "Who gave you the right to touch mine?" in the parking lot making my panties damp all over again. I was floating on a cloud of forbidden lust, my mind replaying the way he almost fingered me in the car but chose not to. I walked into the foyer, kicking off my shoes, ready to creep upstairs and relieve the tension Rick had left me with. Rick was already into the house. But the atmosphere in the mansion was thick, and electric. "You think you can just ignore me?!" A shriek came from the living room, followed by the sound of glass shattering. It was mom. I sighed, the lust turning into instant irritation. I found her in the sitting room, pacing like a caged tiger in a dress that cost more than my tuition. Her hair was a bird's nest, her eyes wild, and she was clutch
Rick's POV~Vanessa hit the floor before she even made it past the bed frame.Her knees buckled and she crumpled onto the hardwood with a heavy thud that shook the room. And for a moment, I let out a sigh of relief that she was drunk again. "You... you disgust me," she slurred, her mascara running
Rick’s POV~I was losing my mind. That was the only explanation. Because the only thing keeping me from ripping her jeans off right here in the parking lot was a thread of sanity that was fraying faster than I could blink.She had spread her legs.Just an inch. But it was enough. It was an invitati
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







