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Amelia's POVI left his study with my legs still shaking and my mind spinning. My breasts ached from his rough attention, and the taste of chocolate still lingered sweetly on my tongue. The contrast between his sudden generosity and the violence of last night left me deeply unsettled.I made my way to the kitchen, moving carefully through the quiet halls of the mansion. I wasn’t allowed to roam freely, but after what happened in his study, I hoped no one would question me.The chef looked up as I entered. He was a middle-aged man who had always been polite but distant. I kept my head slightly bowed.“I… I would like more chocolate, please,” I said softly. “And if possible, something light for later. Maybe fruit or something sweet. My stomach hasn’t been good lately.”The chef nodded without asking questions. “I will have it sent to your room.”“Thank you.”I took a few extra bars of chocolate from the pantry and quickly returned to my room. Once inside, I sat on the bed and unwrapped

Amelia's POV I woke up before him. My body felt heavy and exhausted, but the moment I tried to sit up, a violent wave of nausea hit me. I barely made it to the bathroom before I dropped to my knees in front of the toilet and threw up everything in my stomach. My throat burned, and my eyes watered as I heaved again and again. When I finally stopped, I stayed on the floor for a moment, breathing hard. I felt lightheaded and weak. I forced myself up and went to the sink to rinse my mouth. As I looked up into the mirror, I saw Jackson standing behind me through the reflection. His expression gave nothing away. No anger. No surprise. Just that cold, unreadable mask he always wore. I stayed by the sink, gripping the edge tightly, waiting to see if another wave would come. After a few minutes, when nothing happened, I turned around slowly to face him. “I’m fine now,” I said. My voice came out small and hoarse from all the vomiting. He stared at me for a long moment before speaking. “

Amelia's POVNine months had passed in a strange, carefully controlled blur.Jackson had changed.The man who once used me like a disposable toy had become different. He still controlled every aspect of my life, but his touch had grown gentler. He made sure I ate properly, rested enough, and saw the doctor regularly. He would sit with me at night, his hand resting on my swollen belly, speaking quietly about the baby. Sometimes he would kiss my forehead or hold me while I slept.I had grown used to this version of him. Now, the baby was here.The first cry of our son filled the delivery room, and for a moment, the entire world stopped.I was exhausted, drenched in sweat, my body trembling from hours of labor. But when the doctor placed the tiny, warm bundle in my arms, everything else faded away. He was so small. So perfect. With a head full of dark hair and tiny fists waving in the air. I held him against my chest as he latched onto my breast, suckling hungrily.Tears streamed down m

Killy’s POVThe moment the private seaplane kissed the crystal water, I knew this trip was going to ruin me for every other vacation.The island was pure filthy paradise. Endless white sand, palm trees whispering in the breeze, and a sleek modern villa with floor-to-ceiling glass walls and an infinity pool overlooking the ocean. Total privacy. I had won this luxury solo trip, and they had gone all out to make it perfect.I unpacked fast, stripped down, and slipped into a tiny red bikini that barely covered my nipples and left my ass cheeks spilling out. The warm sun on my skin already had my pussy aching. By sunset, that ache had turned into a throbbing, dripping need.No boyfriend. No rules. Just seven days to be a greedy, horny slut.I grabbed the resort tablet and opened the Concierge app. Private Companions. I selected exactly what I wanted:Male. Very tall. Extremely muscular. Hung like a fucking horse. Expert tongue and stamina. No limits. One night.I hit submit, already soaked

The shower felt like heaven on my well-fucked body. Hot water cascaded over my skin, soothing the delicious ache between my thighs. I had turned on the massive wall-mounted screen in the bathroom and picked one of the resort’s exclusive erotic channels — a scene of two women passionately devouring each other while a well-hung man watched, stroking himself.The loud, wet moans and filthy dirty talk filled the steamy bathroom as I lathered my body. My nipples hardened under my soapy hands while I listened to the woman on screen beg to be eaten harder. By the time I rinsed off, my pussy was tingling again with fresh need.I dried myself slowly, then slipped into the black fishnet bodystocking I had found in the villa’s pleasure drawer. The material was sheer and stretchy, with wide diamond-shaped holes that left my hard nipples, the curve of my ass, and my bare, smooth pussy completely exposed. I looked like pure sex in the mirror.I stepped out of the bathroom into the open living area.