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I’m spread open like a sacrifice on Luciano Rossi’s massive bed.Thick leather cuffs bite into my wrists, stretched tight above my head. A metal bar locks my ankles wide apart, forcing my knees to fall open until the cool air kisses my dripping, swollen pussy. My chest heaves. Every breath makes my tits bounce, nipples tight and aching from the way he pinched them earlier.This is it. This is where he breaks me.The man I humiliated a month ago stands at the foot of the bed, rolling up the sleeves of his black dress shirt with deliberate slowness. His eyes — cold blue fire — drag over every inch of my exposed body like he’s deciding exactly how to destroy it.“You look so fucking perfect tied up for me, Scarlet,” he murmurs, voice low and rough with dark praise. “My million-dollar sex slave. That sharp mouth of yours is quiet now, isn’t it?”I swallow hard. My throat is already dry from panting. “Luciano… please…”He picks up the thick vibrating dildo first. The one that’s bigger than

Chapter 2: They Tied My Hands and Turned Me Into the Frat Party FucktoyThe circle completely breaks.Suddenly, I’m the main event.The hot senior guy and the confident girl don’t stop fingering me. They push me down onto a large couch in the center of the room, spreading my legs wide for everyone to see. My short black dress is bunched up around my waist. My pussy is completely exposed — swollen, dripping, and throbbing.“Such a pretty little innocent slut,” the girl purrs, curling her fingers deep inside me. “Look how wet she is already. She’s been hiding this side the whole time.”I moan loudly, hips bucking against their hands. Two pairs of fingers are stretching my tight cunt, pumping in and out while their thumbs rub my swollen clit. The wet, filthy squelching sounds are loud enough for everyone in the room to hear.This is so wrong. I’m supposed to be the innocent freshman. And now I’m on display, getting finger-fucked in front of a whole frat party like a cheap whore.The sham

FORBIDDEN BRIDAL PARTYChapter 1: I Take the Private Jet Job and Let a Stranger Blindfold MeThe private jet gleams on the tarmac like something out of a dark fantasy I have no business being part of. I clutch my overnight bag tighter, the cheap fabric digging into my palm. My best friend Sarah’s destination wedding is supposed to be the highlight of the year — white sand, turquoise water, her walking down the aisle in a dress that costs more than my rent. But the numbers in my bank app keep flashing red. The bridal party dress, the flight I had to book last minute, the endless group chat about “optional” excursions that are anything but optional. I’m already in the hole and the wedding hasn’t even started.So when the hostess agency pinged me at 2 a.m. with a last-minute private charter to the same island — triple pay, cash in hand the second we land — I said yes before my brain could talk me out of it.Now I’m standing at the bottom of the stairs in a tight black pencil skirt and wh

FORBIDDEN BRIDAL PARTYChapter 2:The words land like ice in my stomach. What the hell does that mean?The resort is stunning — overwater villas, white sand, infinity pools that melt into the ocean. But the moment I step into the open-air lobby, my blood runs cold.Sarah spots me first. She screams my name and runs over, pulling me into a tight hug. “You made it! God, you look… flushed. Jet lag?”I force a smile, hyper-aware of Damien’s cum sliding down my thigh. “Just tired. Long flight.”Then I see them.Damien is already at the bar with the groomsmen, drink in hand, laughing like he didn’t just fuck me senseless. Standing right beside him is Jake — Sarah’s older brother. The same Jake I used to sneak glances at during family barbecues when we were teenagers. The same Jake who once caught me staring at him in the pool and smirked like he knew exactly what I was thinking.And next to Jake… my boss. Marcus. The cold, commanding attorney I’ve worked under for two years. The man who sig

FORBIDDEN BRIDAL PARTYChapter 4: I’m Passed Around Like a Used Toy the Night Before the WeddingThe night before the wedding, they take me to the private beach cabana hidden behind high palms and security that no guest is supposed to know exists.I’m already shaking when Damien leads me inside blindfolded again. My body is sore from the afternoon — three different men’s cum still dried on my skin, my pussy tender and leaking. But they don’t care.Hands strip me immediately. Rough. Hungry.I recognize all of them now. Damien. Jake. Marcus. Two other groomsmen whose voices I heard at the bar. And then a new presence — older, heavier, commanding.The groom’s father.“Finally,” he says, voice like gravel and money. “The little distraction we’ve been preparing.”They bind my wrists behind my back with soft black rope. Nipple clamps bite down hard on my sensitive peaks, sending sharp pain straight to my clit. A thick plug is worked into my ass while someone fingers my already cum-slick pus