All Chapters of Sin On the 28th floor : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Emma slam‍med th‌e front door of their home hard enough ‍ to rattle the framed prints on the hallway wall. She didn’t stop at the kitchen‌ or the living⁠ room. She went straight upstairs to the guest ba‌throom t‍hey rarely used Marcus’s study from when he first moved in, she’d always cal‍led i‌t and locked the door behind her with the sof‌t‍ click that sounded louder th⁠a‌n a⁠ gunsho‍t.The‍ room was empty except for th‍e small table ‌ she’d dr‌a‌gged in‌ from the ha‍llwa‍y. On it lay th⁠e evi⁠dence. Print⁠ed, y‍ellow⁠ed⁠ reports, text m‍essa‍ges⁠, sp‍readshe‍e‍ts, an⁠d‍ a single USB drive she’d fo‍un⁠d hidden‌ behind‍ a book in Ryan’s‌ office d⁠rawer‌ last night. She’d spent the last hour printing everything twice so she wouldn’‍t miss a⁠ single line.It was worse than she’d fea‍red.Ryan hadn’t just been involved. He had r‍un the leak⁠s like a chess grandmaster. T⁠he doc‍ument‌s detailed every contract clause, every publ‌ic risk, every training‍ se‍s‌sion she’d ever parti‍cipated in

The blackmail reached its breaking point on a rainy Thursday night.Victor Lang sent the final ultimatum via encrypted message at 7:45 PM: a single screenshot of the unreleased video, the one captured in the executive lounge last month. Emma on her knees, permanent collar glinting under the lights, mascara streaked down her cheeks as both men used her mouth. The caption read: *Upload the override codes now or this goes to every board member, every news outlet, and your parents by midnight.*Emma didn’t tell Marcus and Ryan until she was already sliding into the back of the armored SUV on the way to the Eclipse Hotel rooftop lounge. The city lights blurred through the rain-streaked windows as she stared at the drive in her lap, fingers trembling around the encrypted file. She had no choice. One more hour and it would be too late.The rooftop lounge was packed despite the steady rain drumming against the glass ceiling panels. Soft jazz played low, but the energy felt wrong tonight. Lang

The new contract was thicker than the last one, its pages gleaming under the low lights of the penthouse living room like pages from a binding spell. Ryan and Marcus had spent hours preparing it after the last round of negotiations, and now they presented it together on the massive glass table, the city skyline glittering far below like a promise they intended to fulfill. The terms were generous on paper substantial equity stakes in Apex for Emma and the baby, ironclad legal protections that shielded them from any future lawsuits, a private trust fund seeded with millions for their future children’s education and security, and a clear timeline for eventual public acknowledgment of their relationship once the board was ready. In return, they demanded total, irrevocable ownership: no limits, no expiration date, complete lifestyle submission with daily protocols, unlimited breeding rights whenever they chose, and permanent marks if they ever decided the world was ready for the world to s

Emma sat on the edge of the bathtub, the cool tile pressing against her thighs as she stared at the two pink lines on the pregnancy test. Then the second one. Then the third. All of them identical. Positive. All of them. The test strip felt heavier than it had any right to, as if the plastic itself was weighing down the truth she had been waiting months to hear. After months of deliberate breeding talk raw, unprotected sex at every opportunity, the men deliberately filling her with cum whenever they could, whether in the boardroom, the playroom, or the middle of the night she was pregnant. The realization hit her like a wave: they had made this happen. Not by accident, but by design. Every time Marcus had growled about “filling that womb until it’s full of us,” every time Ryan had thrust deep and declared she belonged to both of them, they had been counting on this exact moment. And now it had arrived. Her hands trembled violently as she stood, the paper test clutched in her palm lik

Ryan Voss never did things halfway.The moment Emma stepped out of the shower still naked, still leaking Marcus’s cum down her thighs the air in the penthouse shifted. Marcus had left earlier for a late-night deal to close the Voss-Apex merger, leaving them alone in the dark luxury apartment. Ryan stood in the middle of the living room, shirt unbuttoned, tie loosened, eyes already burning with the hunger that had been simmering since the open-window boardroom orgy.“You’re ours now,” he said, voice low and rough. “Pregnant. Collared. Marked. And the city still doesn’t know half of it.”Emma reached for her shirt, the oversized one that barely covered her growing belly. “Ryan, it’s late. I’m tired”He crossed the room in three strides, cupped her jaw, and kissed her hard enough to bruise. The kiss tasted like whiskey and possession. When he pulled back, his thumb brushed the permanent collar at her throat.“I want to watch you break a little more,” he murmured against her lips. “I want