Lahat ng Kabanata ng Sin On the 28th floor : Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

The company gala was the kind of event Apex PR loved to throw black tie, champagne towers, and enough fake smiles to choke on. Emma stepped into the ballroom on shaky heels, the emerald silk dress hugging every curve like a second skin. Ryan had chosen it himself that morning in the office: deep V-neck in front, plunging all the way to her navel, and a back so open it barely qualified as fabric. No bra. The remote vibrator small, sleek, and powered by a discreet app on Ryan’s phone, sat nestled against her clit, already buzzing at the lowest setting Marcus had set. Two taps on the screen, and the hum intensified. She’d felt it the moment she stepped out of the shower.“Behave,” Marcus had growled, adjusting the dress’s neckline so the V cut just below her nipples. “You’re on display tonight. One wrong move and we both take the app away.”Emma had swallowed the protest rising in her throat. The signed contract burned a hole in her purse. She was theirs. Officially. And the gala was the

The family home was silent except for the low hum of the security system and the distant rustle of wind through the pines. Mom and Dad had left three days ago for their annual lakeside retreat some upscale resort in upstate New York where the Caldwell-Hale kids would be completely alone. The house felt bigger that way, emptier, like a stage waiting for an audience. Emma had arrived first, bag slung over her shoulder, the signed contract still burning in her purse like a live grenade.Ryan was waiting in the kitchen, sleeves rolled up, eyes already dark. “You’re late, stepsis.”Marcus leaned against the counter, glass of whiskey in hand. “Traffic?”She shook her head, throat tight. The vibrator had been buzzing low all the way up the driveway Marcus’s control again, a constant reminder that they owned every thought in her head. She’d barely slept in days, replaying the garage, the gala bathroom, the way they’d both promised to “breed” her. Tonight, with the house to themselves, the fan

The penthouse lights were low, the city skyline glittering like scattered diamonds through the floor-to-ceiling glass. Emma stood in the center of the living room wearing nothing but the black leather collar and the thick inflatable plug still buried deep in her ass from the promotion celebration. Marcus and Ryan sat on opposite ends of the wide leather couch, both shirtless, both already hard, eyes locked on her like predators who’d just realized the cage they’d built had a flaw.Marcus’s voice cut through the silence first. “Tonight’s mine. Exclusive. No sharing. You’re going to come for me alone, collared, and you’re going to scream my name until the whole building hears it.”Ryan’s laugh was low, dangerous. He leaned forward, elbows on his knees. “Mine. You always say that, Marcus. But she’s ours. Shared. Both of us. She doesn’t belong to one of us she belongs to both. And I want to watch you try to break her.”Emma’s thighs pressed together, the plug shifting inside her and makin

The private cabin was nothing like the family lake house. Deep in the Adirondacks, no cell signal, no neighbors, just pine trees and a narrow dirt road that led to a single, fortified rental Marcus had booked under a fake name. They’d driven up Friday evening with nothing but bags and that same hungry look in their eyes. By Saturday morning the rules were already in place.Ryan stood in the open living room in nothing but jeans, arms crossed. “You’re ours for the next forty-eight hours. No clothes unless we say. No hiding. You’re going to train. And you’re going to enjoy it.”Marcus held up a pair of black leather cuffs. “On your knees. Hands behind your back. Collar off for now we’ll use the real one later.”Emma dropped instantly, heart hammering. The signed contract and the heavy plug they’d kept in her since the gala made her thighs sticky with anticipation. She spread her legs wide, wrists cuffed behind her back, and waited.Ryan stepped forward first. He unzipped slowly, freed h

The penthouse was quiet except for the low thrum of the city outside the glass walls and the soft creak of the big bed. Marcus and Ryan had carried Emma there after Voss’s arrest his security detail, the board’s panic, the whole corporate war finally over. They’d fucked her one last time in the boardroom, then again in the elevator on the way up, but now the fight was gone. Only them remained.They laid her on the wide bed between them like she was something precious. Marcus’s fingers traced the leather collar still locked around her throat, thumb brushing the silver tag. Ryan’s hand rested on her stomach, thumb stroking slow circles just below the heavy plug still buried deep inside her.Emma’s eyes were glassy, not from tears but from something deeper. The collar felt heavier than ever tonight. Her body ached in the best way, throat raw, ass swollen, pussy still leaking both men’s cum in slow, warm pulses. She had given everything again. Used her mouth, her holes, her skills to save