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The Guardian(2)

Chapter 2: What We Started I woke up the next morning with the ghost of him still between my legs. My thighs ached in the best way. When I shifted under the sheets, I felt the dried evidence of what we’d done on the inside of my thigh. I lay there for a long minute, staring at the ceiling of the guest room, and let the memories wash over me. His hands gripping my ass. The filthy things he’d said in that low, rough voice. The way he’d come inside me like he couldn’t help himself. Part of me expected to feel shame. Instead I felt hungry. I showered, dressed in a simple sundress, and went downstairs barefoot. The house was quiet except for the low sound of the coffee machine in the kitchen. Damien stood at the island in dark joggers and a fitted black T-shirt, scrolling through something on his phone. His hair was still damp from the shower. He looked like he hadn’t slept much either. He glanced up when I entered. His eyes moved over me slowly, like he was checking for damage. “Mo

The Guardian(3)

Chapter 3: In His BedI didn’t go back to the guest room that night.After the kitchen, I showered and put on one of the silk slips I’d brought with me. It was short, pale blue, and barely covered anything. Then I walked down the hallway to the master bedroom instead of turning left toward my own door.His room was dark except for the city lights coming through the tall windows. The bed was huge, perfectly made, dark gray sheets that looked expensive. I climbed into the middle of it and waited.It was almost midnight when I heard his footsteps in the hallway. The door opened. He stood there in the doorway for a second, still in the clothes he’d worn to work, and just looked at me.“Ava,” he said quietly. Not surprised. Just resigned. Like he’d known this was coming.“I didn’t want to sleep alone tonight,” I told him.He closed the door behind him and locked it. The sound of the bolt sliding into place made something low in my stomach tighten.He walked to the edge of the bed and looke

The Guardian(4)

Chapter 4: The Sound of the Door We had gotten reckless. It had been two weeks since that morning in the kitchen. Two weeks of stolen touches, of me asking permission for things I didn’t actually need, of him making me kneel in his study before he would sign any trust paperwork. The power between us had settled into something sharp and addictive. I called him Sir when we were alone. He called me his good girl when he was buried inside me. We both knew how dangerous it was. And we kept doing it anyway. This afternoon he had me in his home office. The door was closed but not locked. Sunlight poured through the tall windows. I was bent over his heavy wooden desk, dress pushed up around my waist, panties around one ankle. Damien stood behind me, fully dressed except for his cock out, fucking me in slow, deep strokes while one hand pressed between my shoulder blades. “Tell me who decides what you get,” he said, voice low and rough. “You do,” I gasped. My cheek was pressed to the coo

Breeding the Enemy’s Little Whore(1)

Chapter 1: The Late-Night OfferI never expected to be bent over a billionaire’s desk with my skirt around my waist on my third week as an intern.But here I was.The city lights of downtown glittered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Alexander Voss’s corner office. It was almost midnight. The rest of the building was empty except for security far below. I should have been terrified. Instead my thighs were shaking and my pussy was dripping down the inside of my leg while the man who hated my father stared at me like he wanted to ruin me.Alexander Voss. Forty-two. Ruthless CEO of Voss Enterprises. The man currently trying to destroy my father’s company in a hostile takeover. And the same man who had just offered me a deal I couldn’t refuse.“Turn around,” he said from behind his massive desk. His voice was calm, controlled, like he was discussing quarterly reports instead of my dignity. “Hands flat on the glass. Ass out.”My heart hammered as I obeyed. I placed my palms on the c

Breeding the Enemy’s Little Whore(2)

Chapter 2: Second Night, DeeperI showed up at 10:47 p.m. the next night.I told myself it was because I wanted the money. The new apartment. The freedom from my father’s control. But that was only half the truth. The real reason was the ache between my legs that hadn’t gone away since Alexander Voss had flooded my pussy with his cum on his desk. I had spent the entire day at my intern desk feeling his dried load on my thighs, clenching every time I remembered his words about breeding me.The private elevator to the executive floor opened with a soft ding. I stepped out in the same tight black skirt and a silk blouse that was already unbuttoned lower than office policy allowed. No panties. He had texted me one instruction earlier: Leave your cunt bare. I want easy access.The main office area was dark. Only his corner office had the lights on low, casting long shadows across the glass walls. I walked straight in without knocking.Alexander was leaning against the front of his desk, ar

Breeding the Enemy’s Little Whore(1)

Chapter 3: Marked and FullI could still feel him leaking out of me when I woke up the next morning in my tiny apartment. My thighs were sticky, my pussy tender and swollen. I stood in front of the mirror and spread my legs slightly, watching a slow trickle of dried cum run down my skin. The sight made my clit throb even though I was sore.Alexander had kept his promise. He fucked me three more times that second night — once on the couch, once with me riding him in his chair while he gripped my hips and told me exactly how he was going to ruin my father, and once bent over the conference table in the boardroom next door. By the time he let me leave, my womb felt heavy with him.I showered, dressed in another tight office outfit, and went to work like nothing had changed. But everything had. Every time I crossed my legs at my desk I felt the faint ache. Every time my phone buzzed I hoped it was him summoning me upstairs again.He made me wait until almost nine that night.The text was

Breeding the Enemy’s Little Whore(4)

Chapter 4: The Boardroom ClaimI was late for the emergency board meeting on purpose.My legs still felt weak from the night before, and every step reminded me of how thoroughly Alexander had used me. My pussy was sore, puffy, and constantly leaking his cum into the tiny lace thong I had worn just for him. I could feel it shifting with every movement, warm and sticky against my folds. I had spent the morning in the bathroom at work, fingering myself in the stall just to push more of it deeper, whispering his name under my breath like a dirty prayer.When I slipped into the boardroom, the meeting was already underway. My father sat at the far end of the long table, looking exhausted and angry. Alexander presided at the head like a king on his throne, calm and commanding in a charcoal suit that made him look even more powerful. His eyes flicked to me the second I entered. A faint, knowing smirk touched his lips.“Miss Langford,” he said smoothly. “Nice of you to join us. Take the seat b

Knocked Up by My Professor(1)

Chapter 1: Office Hours After Dark I knew I was playing with fire the second I knocked on Professor Damien Cross’s office door at 8:47 p.m. The history building was mostly empty. Only a few grad students were still around on the lower floors, and the cleaning crew wouldn’t start until ten. I had stayed late on purpose, pretending to finish a paper in the library while I worked up the nerve. Damien Cross was thirty-eight, tall, broad-shouldered, with dark hair that always looked like he’d run his hands through it during lectures. He had a reputation for being strict, brilliant, and completely untouchable. Married to his work, they said. No one had ever seen him with anyone. I had been obsessed with him since the first day of his Renaissance History seminar. The door opened before I could knock again. He stood there in a black button-down with the sleeves rolled up, glasses still on, looking tired but unfairly handsome. “Miss Langford,” he said, voice low and rough from hours of

Knocked Up by My Professor(2)

Chapter 2: His Favorite Student I walked into Professor Cross’s Renaissance History lecture the next morning with his cum still inside me. My panties were damp, my pussy tender and swollen, and every step made me feel the sticky evidence of what he had done to me the night before. I had showered, but I hadn’t cleaned myself out on purpose. I wanted to carry him with me. I wanted to sit in his class and feel his load slowly leaking into the thin lace between my thighs while he lectured two hundred students. I took my usual seat in the front row, right in the center. When he walked in, our eyes met for half a second. His gaze dropped to my crossed legs, then flicked back up to my face. A faint, knowing smirk touched his mouth before he turned to the board and started writing. The entire fifty-minute lecture was torture. Every time he paced in front of the class, I remembered how thick he had felt stretching me open. Every time he said my name while calling on someone else, my clit

Knocked Up by My Professor(3)

Chapter 3: His House, His Rules I texted him the second my last class ended. Me: I’m done. Where do you want me? His reply came almost immediately. Professor Cross: My place. 214 Maple Drive. Come straight here. Don’t change. I want you exactly as you are — skirt still short, panties still messy from my cum. My stomach flipped. I drove across town with my thighs pressed together, feeling his load from earlier slowly leaking into my panties. By the time I pulled into his driveway, I was already wet again. The house was nice — modern, two stories, set back from the road with tall hedges for privacy. I parked behind his car and walked to the front door on shaky legs. Before I could knock, the door opened. Damien stood there in a black T-shirt and dark jeans, barefoot. The second I stepped inside he grabbed me, kicked the door shut, and pinned me against it. “Finally,” he growled against my mouth. “I’ve been hard all afternoon thinking about getting you here.” He kissed me hard

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