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“Push through it, kid. This is how you learn to take everything I give you. Tell me how it feels having my seed plugged inside you while you work.” “It feels dirty… and addictive,” I moaned, holding the plank as best I could. “Like I really belong to you now. The egg is rubbing right against that spot you fucked so hard earlier.” He made me do bridges next, then some slow leg raises. Every movement pushed more cum out, running down my skin while the low buzz drove me crazy. By the end I was whimpering, close to another edge. “Enough,” Dom finally said, pulling me up. “Come here. One last round before you leave tonight.”

Dad watched as I ate not evening trying to make small talk. “Your mum is very disappointed,” he started when I was done with the sandwiches. “We expected a stun like this from your brother not you. Not because we are sexist or misogynist. But you seemed more the type to say no to temptation or undue influence.” I rolled my eyes and turned on the bed. He paused his speech to see if I was okay. “Remember when you elected to take a vow of chastity at 8?” He chuckled. “And when you decided to wear a purity ring sophomore year of highschool when every other person was worried about losing their virginity.”

Warning: This book series has lots of steamy scenes and you are in for a hot thrilling ride. Blurb “I will mark every inch of your body, gag and pin you while filling you up with my c*m and watching you writhe in pleasure under me. Something I am sure that loser could never do.” He smirked. ** ** ** Still reeling from the humiliation of a horrible break up from her ex and her parents’ divorce, Isadora Kingsford decides to stay with her best friend over the holidays just to get over the hurt however what she didn't prepare for was lusting after Tristan Kavanaugh—her best friend’s sinfully attractive father.

I swallowed hard, "I see. It seems that he frequents this dungeon often?" "He rarely visits in person, but most of the submissives who work here have played with him before. They say he is the most respectful, skillful, and caring Dom here." One of them smiled. It was obvious that he thought I should feel lucky to serve such a man. "It sounds like today is my lucky day! I don't even know how I got here, let alone being selected by such a great master…" I murmured, but enough for him to hear, playing a game to see if one of them would divulge how I had ended up here tonight.

"Whine to Father until he changes his senile old mind?" Blaine rounded furiously on his brother's relaxed form. "As if you even give a damn whether Tristan steals your goddamned birthright!" Blaine burst out bitterly, hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. "You're too drunk off Father's money 24/7 to be bothered fighting for what should be ours." At the accusation, Brady surged up out of the leather armchair, face reddening as he met Blaine's contemptuous stare head on. The empty tumbler fell forgotten from his fingers, bouncing soundlessly on the thick carpet.

Derek’s POV I did not stop shaking even after my father said the words because I had heard stories, everyone had heard stories, whispers passed between omegas when they thought no one important was listening, stories about the Alpha king of the neighbouring pack who bought male omegas like objects and locked them away and broke them slowly until nothing was left, and the thought of that place made my stomach twist so hard I thought I would throw up. “No,” I cried, my voice loud and cracked, “please no, you cannot send me there.”

The position left me completely vulnerable, unable to see him, unable to do anything but feel. And feel I did. His cock slammed back inside. I screamed into the leather, my fingers scrabbling to grip. From this angle he felt even bigger, hitting deeper, stretching me wider. "This is what you wanted." His hand came down on my ass with a sharp crack. "Isn't it? To be fucked like the dirty slut you are?" "Yes!" The word was muffled against the leather. "Yes, Daddy!" "Louder." Another spank. "I can't hear you."

And then there was Damien. He hadn’t moved since he knelt at the edge of Leo’s bed earlier, hands clasped behind his back, jaw tight, eyes unblinking. The way he observed my son—his son, whether I admitted it or not—was unnerving. Not because he was cruel or harsh, but because it was absolute. Alpha. Predatory in a way that sent shivers down my spine. I wanted to look away, to tell myself I was in control. That this was my world, my choices, my son.

I say as sternly as I can. His eyes widen, just as predicted. I knew this was the one thing that would kick the fundament from under his feet and leave him speechless. However, once Octavius regains his senses and raises an eyebrow at me, his following words are everything but what I expected. “Like daddy kink thing or daddy dominant? There’s a difference, you know. For example, some men love it when someone calls them daddy in bed while they fuck, but absolutely resent the idea of being addressed by the title on an everyday basis. Dominants, however, like it every day, all day, at all times. But then, there are different types of daddies. Some take full control over their partners' life and