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The meal was eaten in near-total silence. The steaks were perfect—juicy, seasoned, cooked exactly how she liked—but they tasted like ash in her mouth. Ryker ate mechanically, eyes on his plate, answering her occasional attempts at small talk with grunts or single syllables. Every time their eyes met across the table, the air crackled. He looked away first every single time.Afterward she offered to clean up. He let her, retreating to the living room where he turned on a baseball game at low volume and nursed a beer. Rebekah took her time in the kitchen, hips swaying a little more than necessary when she knew he could see her from the couch. She caught him staring once—eyes dark, jaw locked—before he forced his attention back to the TV.Night fell heavy and thick. Ryker made up the couch again with military precision while she showered. When she emerged in fresh sleep shorts and a thin camisole, he was already stretched out, one arm behind his head, the other resting on his stomach. Th

Ryker groaned, nipping at the fresh mark he’d left on her neck last night. “Greedy girl. I fucked you raw a few hours ago and you’re already dripping for more?”She reached back, wrapping her fingers around his now fully hard cock, stroking him slowly from base to tip. “Can you blame me? Feel how wet I am already.”He slid his hand down between her thighs, fingers gliding through her slick folds. She was soaked—his cum from last night mixed with fresh arousal making everything slippery. Two thick fingers pushed inside her easily, curling just right. Rebekah gasped, hips rocking back against his hand.“Fuck,” he breathed, pumping slowly. “Still so tight. Still full of my load. You like waking up with my cum leaking out of you?”“Yes,” she moaned, tightening around his fingers. “Want more. Want you inside me again.”Ryker didn’t need more invitation.He rolled her onto her stomach in one smooth motion, pulling her hips up so she was on her knees, chest pressed to the mattress. The posit

The blindfold was ripped away, and bright cabin lights stabbed straight into my eyes.I gasped, yanking hard against the thick leather cuffs locking my wrists to the armrests of the luxurious seat. The jet engines were already humming louder, the plane accelerating down the runway. My heart hammered like a war drum in my chest. This wasn’t a nightmare. This was real.And the man responsible sat directly across from me, legs spread, watching me with those icy grey eyes that seemed to cut right through my soul.Alexei Petrova.Forty-two years old. My father’s most hated rival. The man whose name was never spoken aloud in our house without curses and promises of violence. Six-foot-four of pure, carved menace in a tailored black dress shirt, the sleeves rolled up to expose powerful forearms covered in dark ink. A vicious scar sliced through his left eyebrow and trailed down his sharp jawline like a lightning bolt—ugly, brutal, and impossibly sexy in the worst possible way. His grey eyes h

“Stop—fuck—you bastard!” I moaned, hips bucking against his mouth despite my words. My thighs trembled violently around his head. He growled and doubled down, curling his fingers perfectly against my G-spot while sucking hard on my swollen clit.I came again within minutes, screaming around the curses I tried to hurl at him. My walls clamped down on his fingers, gushing fresh slick all over his scarred face. He licked me through every pulse, refusing to stop until I was a shaking, oversensitive mess.When he finally pulled back, his mouth and chin were shiny with me. He stood, stroking his massive cock slowly.“Still hate me, princess?”“Yes,” I panted, tears of pleasure and frustration rolling down my cheeks. “I fucking despise you.”“Perfect.” He uncuffed one of my wrists, then the other, but before I could even think about fighting back he spun me around, bent me over the wide armrest of the seat, and cuffed my wrists behind my back. My ass was up, skirt bunched around my waist, pu

As the jet began its final approach, I shifted in his lap, feeling his cock harden again beneath me.“Still hate me?” he asked, voice amused.I glared up at him, even as I rubbed my ass against his growing erection. “With every fiber of my being, you scarred Russian psychopath.”He smiled darkly and pushed two fingers back inside my leaking pussy. “Good. Then beg Daddy to fuck you one more time before we land.”I bit my lip, shame and need twisting inside me. “I… I hate you… but please— don’t make me wait. Fuck me again. Please.”Alexei’s grey eyes flashed with triumph. He lifted me, bent me over the armrest facing the window, and slid back into my cum-drenched pussy just as the island lights appeared below us.“Welcome to your new home, princess,” he growled, pounding into me as the jet descended. “Try not to scream too loud when we touch down.”I moaned brokenly, pushing back to meet every thrust, still whispering insults between desperate pleas for him not to stop.The wheels touch