All Chapters of HE BROKE ME; THEN HE OWNED ME: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

~ReidI could’ve sent someone to get the damn water. I had Thorne's men here around for that, runners, servants, people who would heed my command at the snap of my finger.But something in me wanted to move. Breathe. Feel the quiet of the house for once.My steps echoed faintly against the marble, and walked slower than usual. Tired, maybe. Or just… unsettled.I didn’t hear anything.But I felt it.That shift in the air, sharp, wrong, like a string pulled too tight. My instinct prickled against the back of my neck. A breath too silent. A shadow that shouldn’t be there.Still, I kept walking. I was too tired to heed to the warning.I reached for the glass.And in a blink she was there.Elena.No, Zoey.Her body was behind mine, pressed close, and fast, too fast. Her left arm snaked around my neck, not choking but close. The blade in her right hand pressed against the edge of my throat, cold and teasing.I didn’t flinch.Her breath hit my ear."Elena... Or should I say Zoey?” I mutter

~LuciaThe marble of the kitchen counter was cold against my back, but Reid’s hands were fire, ruthless, deliberate, everywhere at once. I wasn’t wearing a bra, and the second his palms closed around my breasts, I arched, a low moan spilling from my lips before I could catch it.His thumb brushed over my nipple, slow at first, then with more pressure, circling, teasing, tugging until I was writhing under him. His fingers slipped beneath the waistband of my skirt and found how warm, how ready I was for him. One stroke on my clit and I nearly cried out.His fingers pressed deeper.I was soaked already, shamefully so, and the moment he pushed two of his fingers inside my pussy, slow, firm, I gasped.My hand flew to my mouth to stifle the sound, but Reid caught it and replaced it with his own, palm pressing firmly over my lips.“Too loud,” he murmured against my throat, tongue brushin

~RavenThe tile beneath me was cold enough to numb bone.My wrists were tied tight behind my back, the rope biting into skin that had already gone raw. A blindfold covered my eyes, suffocating the light, sharpening every sound. Someone sat to my right, too still to be unconscious, too quiet to trust. Another presence shifted near my left. Breathing. Waiting.I could hear murmurs, low, tense voices from somewhere northwest of me. Close enough to make out tones, not words. I couldn't hear well.Men, maybe women too. Armed, no doubt. I couldn’t see a thing, but I could feel it whoever was down here with me, we were all meant for the same purpose. Meant for Luna.And that meant things were about to get very interesting.The door creaked open, and I froze as the sound of two sets of heels echoed into the room. I tilted my head slightly, tuning in.“That one’s agile, I can bet on it,” came a familiar voice, light and laced with mischief. Lily. Rosy’s friend. No mistaking that smug amuseme

~ LunaHis release was hot against my tongue, thick.I didn’t pull back. I took it all, every last drop until it spilled past my lips, dripped down my chin, and slid across my throat like a mark I didn’t care to wipe away.Some of it reached my chest.I dipped two fingers into the slick trail and dragged it slowly across my nipple, painting myself with the evidence of him. I rubbed it in, slow, circular, watching the way his breath hitched as I coated the other side too.I was still hungry.Still open.Still aching.He lay beside me, panting, flushed, stunned into silence like he couldn’t believe what had just happened or how loudly I had screamed when I released. “Masturbate for me.”I said it once, low and firm.But then my voice softened, almost breathless betraying the very part of me I had spent years locking away.“Please.”It was the first time I’d ever begged.Men had done far more for less. I’d watched them unravel on command, reduce themselves to playthings at the altar of

~ElenaI poured the wine slowly, deliberately, letting the dark liquid swirl and settle in the crystal mug. The soft clink of glass echoed in the quiet room.I didn’t sit.I waited.And she came, Lucia like a whisper trying not to be noticed.“You requested for me, ma’am,” she said, bowing slightly. Her voice trembled. Her hands shook just enough to amuse me.I remembered her well. How she used to sneer at me, Elena, the pitiful girl who threw the great Thorne into despair. Back then, I was a shadow, a scandal. A mistake that refused to disappear.Now?Now I was her fear.I turned to face her with a smile, measured, slow, and soaked in irony.“You have a good sense to be frightened, Lucia,” I said, lifting the mug and swirling the wine like blood in my palm.She didn’t reply, but her eyes flickered, trying not to meet mine. Smart. Barely.“You wore disgust like perfume around me, once,” I continued, stepping forward, letting my heels echo with intent. “You thought I was weak. Ruined.