บททั้งหมดของ Naughty Empires: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

That night, sleep refused to comeI lay in Jax’s bed the second night in two rows, staring at the wooden ceiling, the distant sound of rain still pattering against the roof. But my mind wasn’t on the storm. It was on the porn we had watched — the woman moaning shamelessly as two men used her, the wet sounds of her pussy and mouth being fucked, the way her body shook when she came.My thighs pressed together under the sheets. I was soaked again.I tried to ignore it. I really did.But the ache between my legs only grew worse. My clit throbbed. My nipples were tight and sensitive against the thin t-shirt.Eventually, I gave in.My hand slipped under the oversized shirt, sliding down my stomach until my fingers found my slick folds. I was dripping. I circled my clit slowly, biting my lip to stay quiet. Two fingers pushed inside me, curling the way Jax had done earlier.It wasn’t enough.No matter how fast I moved or how deep I thrust my fingers, it didn’t feel the same. His thick fingers

The front door slammed behind me at exactly 12:03 p.m. I didn’t announce I was home. I never did.Dropping my bag at the bottom of the stairs with a loud thud, I headed straight upstairs without glancing toward the kitchen. I could hear Mom and Ric murmuring about something — probably the arrival of their precious golden boy tonight — but I wasn’t interested in pretending to care. My room was my fortress. Door locked, blinds half-drawn, uniform stripped off and thrown into a corner.I took a long, scalding shower, letting the water beat against my skin until the tension in my shoulders eased. Then I collapsed onto my bed in nothing but a towel, exhaustion from the first day back at school pulling me under.I didn’t wake up until the sky outside had turned deep indigo. My phone read 9:17 p.m. Voices drifted up from downstairs — laughter, clinking glasses, the low rumble of male voices. Great. He was already here.I didn’t bother dressing up. I pulled on an oversized black t-shirt that b

Dinner felt like a battlefield I was losing. I sat rigidly in my chair, thighs pressed together under the elegant tablecloth, trying desperately to look normal. The vibrator hummed steadily inside me on level 2 — low but constant, a teasing throb that made my pussy flutter and my clit ache with every tiny shift of my hips. Dion sat directly across from me, calm as ever, one hand resting casually on his phone under the table like it was the most innocent thing in the world. Mom passed the roasted vegetables. “Faye, would you like some more?” I opened my mouth, the familiar sarcastic reply already forming on my tongue. No thanks, I’m not hungry for fake family bonding.The second the thought crossed my mind, Dion tapped his phone. The vibrator surged to level 5. A sharp jolt of intense pleasure ripped through me. My breath hitched audibly. My walls clenched hard around the toy, and a fresh gush of wetness soaked my inner thighs. I gripped the edge of the table, knuckles turning

The loud, shrilling alarm tore through the cell block like a chainsaw at dawn.I jerked awake on the thin, lumpy mattress, heart pounding violently against my ribs. The entire prison was blaring — a high-pitched, relentless siren that made my teeth rattle and my head throb. Inmates around me started cussing immediately, voices echoing off the concrete walls like angry ghosts.“Fuck this system!” a woman yelled from the next cell, her voice hoarse from sleep.“Every damn morning with this shit!” another shouted, banging on the bars.“Turn that fucking thing off before I shove it up someone’s ass!”I sat up slowly, rubbing my eyes. My body still ached from the night before — the rough handling, the unwanted touches, the humiliation of being stripped and processed. The cell was small and bare, with two bunks, a metal toilet, and a sink. Damian was already up, sitting on the bottom bunk, staring at the wall with that same cold, indifferent expression. He didn’t look at me. He never did.T

Helen:I unlocked my phone with trembling fingers, the house finally wrapped in that delicious, heavy silence I’d been waiting for all evening. Mom had left for her night shift at the hospital hours ago, Jake had supposedly headed out to the gym, and Marcus—my stepfather—had muttered something about a late meeting before the front door clicked shut. The quiet pressed in on me like a lover’s breath against my neck, feeding the constant, aching hunger between my thighs. God, my sexual needs had been neglected for so long it felt like torture. Twenty-two years old, with full breasts, wide hips, and a mouth that men stared at, yet no one had touched me the way I truly craved. Not the filthy, twisted, no-limits way that made my pussy throb just thinking about it.I stripped down to nothing but an oversized t-shirt and a pair of thin panties after my shower, my nipples already tight and sensitive against the soft fabric. I climbed onto my bed, the sheets cool against my bare skin, and open