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Chapter 1 Lila’s povMy fiancé is cheating on me.That was the thought hammering through my skull as I stood frozen in the doorway of our bedroom, staring at a scene I could never scrub from my brain. I watched Ethan my Ethan thrusting into my best friend like a man possessed, her legs wrapped around his waist, nails digging into his back while she cried out his name in a voice I’d never heard from her before.This was the man I was supposed to marry in four days. The man I had given five years of my life to shared an apartment, planned a future, saved every penny for our honeymoon in Bali. And here he was, buried deep inside Mia, my maid of honor, the girl who had helped me pick my wedding dress last weekend.I couldn’t breathe. The whole room spun like I’d been slammed into a wall. Skin slapped against skin, wet and rhythmic, the bed creaking under them. Mia’s moans were loud, filthy, desperate. “Harder, Ethan fuck, yes, just like that! Don’t stop!”He growled low in his throat, th

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Chapter 2The hotel bar was dim, all low amber lights and velvet booths that swallowed sound. Rain lashed the floor-to-ceiling windows like it wanted in. I’d already downed three shots of tequila cheap, burning, perfect. The fourth sat in front of me, untouched for now, because my hands were shaking too hard to pick it up without spilling.My dress clung to me like a second skin, soaked through from the run here. Black silk, the one I’d bought for the honeymoon. Low-cut, slit up the thigh. I’d worn it tonight to feel sexy for Ethan, to maybe spark something in him before the wedding. Joke’s on me.The bartender a pretty girl with pink hair slid a napkin under my glass. “Rough night?” she asked, voice soft.I laughed, bitter. “You could say that.” I finally wrapped my fingers around the shot and tossed it back. Fire raced down my throat, settled hot in my belly. Better.I scanned the room without really seeing it. Couples murmuring, a businessman nursing whiskey alone, a group of girl

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Chapter 3The penthouse door closed with a soft, final click that echoed in my chest like a gunshot.Lucian didn’t set me down right away. He carried me through the dark entryway, past shadowed marble and low recessed lighting that painted everything in gold and midnight. My wet dress stuck to my skin, cold silk against fever-hot flesh. His arm under my thighs felt like iron steady, unyielding. I could feel the heat of his palm through the thin fabric, branding me where it rested possessively on my ass.He didn’t speak. He didn’t need to. The silence between us was thick, electric, filled with everything we weren’t saying yet.We passed a wall of windows overlooking the storm-lashed city. Rain streaked the glass in violent silver lines. Lightning flashed once, illuminating his profile sharp jaw clenched, eyes fixed ahead like a predator who’d already decided on his prey.My heart hammered so hard I was sure he could feel it against his chest.He carried me straight into the bedroom.

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Chapter 4Lucian didn’t give me time to breathe.The first thrust buried him to the hilt thick, unrelenting, stretching me so wide I felt split open in the best, most terrifying way. My scream dissolved into a choked moan as my walls fluttered around him, trying to adjust, trying to take every brutal inch.“Fuck,” he growled against my ear, voice raw. “So tight. So fucking perfect.”He didn’t move at first. Just stayed deep, letting me feel him throb inside me, letting my body learn the shape of him. My cheek pressed into the sheets, ass high, wrists still pinned in one of his massive hands behind my back now. The position left me helpless open, exposed, owned.Then he pulled out almost all the way slow, torturous until just the head kissed my entrance.I whimpered. Empty. Aching.“Beg for it again, princess.”“Please” The word tore out of me, desperate. “Please, Daddy, fuck me. Hard. I need it.”He slammed back in.My vision blurred. Pleasure-pain exploded through me, white-hot. He

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Chapter 5The penthouse felt colder in daylight.Gray morning light sliced through the half-drawn blinds, turning the black sheets silver-gray. I sat in the middle of the massive bed, knees drawn to my chest, staring at the empty space beside me like it might suddenly fill with Lucian Kane again.It didn’t.His scent lingered smoke, leather, sex but that was all. No note on the pillow. No business card on the nightstand. No text lighting up my dead phone screen (battery long gone, charger nowhere in sight). Just silence and the dull throb between my legs reminding me last night wasn’t a fever dream.I’d begged a stranger to ruin me.He had.Thoroughly.And then he’d vanished like smoke.My laugh came out cracked. Of course he did. Men like that didn’t do mornings. They did one-night obliterations and walked away clean.I dragged myself out of bed on shaky legs. Every step pulled at sore muscles, tender skin, the faint bruises blooming on my hips where his fingers had gripped. I caught

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Chapter 6The executive elevator doors slid shut with a soft, expensive hush, sealing me inside a mirrored box that smelled faintly of Lucian’s cologne. My reflection stared back at me mascara still faintly smudged under my eyes, lips swollen from last night’s kisses, hair wild and damp from the rain that had finally stopped. The black silk dress clung in all the wrong places now, wrinkled and ruined, screaming walk of shame to anyone who looked too closely.I pressed a trembling hand to my stomach. The ache between my legs was a constant, delicious reminder. Every shift of my thighs sent a fresh pulse of memory through me his thick cock stretching me, his voice growling “Good girl” while he filled me, the way he’d cleaned me afterward with surprising gentleness before disappearing like a ghost.And now he was my boss.Lucian Kane. CEO of Reed Enterprises. The man whose name was on half the tech patents in this city. The man who had just dismissed me from his penthouse office like I w

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Chapter 7Monday morning hit like a fever dream.I stood in front of my closet at 6:47 a.m., heart racing, staring at the black pencil skirt and cream silk blouse I’d chosen. The skirt was tight enough to hug every curve, the slit up the back just high enough to be dangerous. No panties just like he’d ordered. The cool air kissed my bare pussy with every movement, a constant filthy reminder that I was walking into Reed Enterprises completely exposed.My nipples were already tight against the thin lace of my bra. I could still feel Lucian’s hands on me from Saturday, the way he’d cupped me through my ruined dress and growled that I was his. The ache between my legs hadn’t faded; if anything, it had deepened into a throbbing need that made me clench uselessly around nothing.I slipped on sky-high black heels, smoothed my hair into a sleek ponytail, and added a touch of red lipstick. Professional on the outside. Whore for him on the inside.The drive to the tower felt endless. When I ste

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Chapter 8I barely made it to the ladies’ room before my legs gave out.The door clicked shut behind me and I sagged against the marble counter, breathing hard. Lucian’s cum was still leaking slowly down my inner thighs, warm and sticky, a filthy secret hidden under my tight pencil skirt. Every step from the boardroom had made it worse wet, obscene little trails that reminded me exactly who owned me now.I stared at my reflection. Cheeks flushed. Lips swollen. Eyes glassy with aftershocks. The red lipstick was smeared at the corner from where he’d kissed me after filling me. I looked like a woman who had just been bent over the executive table and fucked senseless by her boss.Because I had.My hands shook as I grabbed paper towels, dampened them, and tried to clean between my legs without making it obvious. The touch of the rough paper against my sensitive folds made me whimper. I was still so swollen, so tender, and already aching for more. How was that even possible? I’d come twice

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Chapter 9By the time I made it back to my desk, my thighs were a slick, sticky disaster.Lucian’s second load mixed with the first was slowly dripping out of me with every step, soaking the insides of my skirt and making my skin glisten faintly under the harsh office lights. I sat down carefully, pressing my legs together, but it only made the wet mess worse. The leather chair felt cool against my bare ass, a constant filthy reminder that I was sitting in the middle of the marketing floor with no panties and my boss’s cum leaking out of me.My phone buzzed.Lucian Kane: Send me a picture. Right now. Show me how messy you are for Daddy.My face burned. I glanced around Ryan was on a call two desks away, headphones on. No one was looking directly at me. Heart hammering, I angled my phone under the desk, spread my legs just enough, and snapped a quick photo of my swollen, cum-smeared pussy. The flash was off. The image was obscene shiny folds, thick white streaks, a thin string of his r

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Chapter 10 The Uber ride home was pure agony. Every bump in Miami’s evening traffic sent Lucian’s fresh load shifting inside me, leaking steadily onto the thin fabric of my skirt. By the time the driver pulled up outside my apartment building, the back of my thighs were slick and shiny. I thanked him with a shaky voice and practically fled inside, heels clicking too loudly on the tile floor. The moment my apartment door closed behind me, I leaned against it and slid down to the floor. My skirt rode up, exposing the mess between my legs thick white streaks of Lucian’s cum coating my swollen folds and inner thighs. I looked ruined. Thoroughly, deliciously ruined. I should have felt ashamed. Instead, heat curled low in my belly again. My phone buzzed. **Lucian Kane:** Did you make it home with ev

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