جميع فصول : الفصل -الفصل 60

The darkness behind the blindfold was absolute, a heavy velvet weight that forced me to exist only in the sensations of my skin. My breath was coming in shallow, jagged hitches. The man stood behind me, his presence a wall of heat, his hand still resting on my hip with a grip that felt like ownership. I could feel his eyes on my naked back, even through the cloth."On your knees, daughter," the voice rumbled. That word again—daughter—it felt like a physical shock, a taboo thrill that made my knees buckle before I could even process the command. I dropped to the plush carpet, my bare skin sinking into the fibers. "Show me how a submissive girl greets her Master. Honey."I felt the rustle of fabric as he unzipped, and then the heat was right in front of my face. I reached out blindly, my hands trembling until they found the solid, pulsing weight of him. He was huge, a thick pillar of heat that smelled of raw masculinity. I leaned forward, my lips parting, and took him in. Every inch of

The room was thick with the scent of sex and expensive bourbon. My wrists were still locked in the cold metal cuffs, my arms stretched high above my head. I looked up at the man I was supposed to call "Father" tomorrow, the man who was supposed to accept me into his family. He was now accepting me with his cock buried inside me. The shock felt like a physical weight on my chest, but like I said, it was just in my chest because, below the waist, my body wasn't shocked. It was screaming for him to finish what he started. Kane D.D. Sr. didn't give me a second to breathe. He grabbed my hips, his fingers digging into my skin like iron, and thrust himself back inside me. It was a hard, deep slam that made the headboard bang against the wall. "Ahhh! Ohhh! Sir—! No, this is... this is wrong!" I sobbed, even as my hips bucked upward to meet him. "Wrong?" he rasped, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous growl. He leaned down, his chest crushing my breasts, his face inches from mine. "You

The bedroom was silent, except for the frantic thumping of my heart. The white of my wedding gown felt like a lie against my skin. Behind me, David—the man who would be my father-in-law in less than two hours—stood like a shadow. He didn't move. He just watched me in the mirror. "I said move, Benny," he commanded. His voice was a low, rough growl that made my stomach flip. "The clock is ticking. Show me you can be a good girl for your Master." My hands were shaking so hard I could barely find the zipper. I reached behind my back, my fingers fumbling with the tiny buttons. Slide. The dress loosened. I let it fall. The expensive lace pooled around my ankles like a cloud of broken promises. I stepped out of it, standing there in nothing but my white stockings and garter belt. He wasn't smiling. He just pointed to the bed. I dropped to my hands and knees. The carpet was soft, but the shame was sharp. Did I care? I did. But not enough to stop. I crawled across the floor, my hips swayi

The heavy wooden door had thudded shut behind me, and now the sound of the iron bolt sliding into place felt like a death sentence. I was trapped. The air inside that place was thick and hot, smelling of dried blood, burnt sage, and something sweet and rotting. It made me shiver.A few small candles flickered on the stone floor, casting long, dancing shadows against the walls. The light seemed weak against the darkness.I couldn't see him. The room was a circle of darkness, and the silence was so heavy it made my ears ring. But I felt eyes on me. It was like they could see right into my soul."Jenna," a voice rumbled. It didn't come from any specific direction. It seemed to come from the floor, the walls, the very air I was breathing. It was deep. "You have finally arrived, child. You smell of sweat, of rebellion... and you smell of sin." The words made my stomach twist.I tried to keep my voice steady. I was nineteen. I was supposed to be brave. "I’m only here because my mother force

The Shaman’s voice came out of the dark like a heavy stone falling into deep water. "Stand up, Jenna," he commanded. "And strip. Every piece of cloth. Every shred of the girl you used to be." My hands shook. I reached for the hem of my sundress. I pulled it over my head and let it fall. It hit the floor with a soft thud. I stood there, shivering, my skin prickling in the cool air. I felt small. I felt naked. Because I was. But also, I felt like a secret that had finally been found out. Suddenly, the candles flickered. One by one, the flames jumped back to life. Snap. Snap. Snap. The orange light danced on the stone walls. My eyes stung. I blinked, trying to adjust to the brightness. "Come here, child," the voice said. I spun around. He wasn't in front of me anymore. He was far behind me, near the back of the circular room. I gasped. I hadn't heard him move. There were no footsteps. No rustle of fabric. He was just there. Holy fuck. My breath left me in a sharp wheeze as I looke