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Damien reached between them and rubbed her clit in firm circles, matching the rhythm of his hips. “Come for me,” he ordered. “Show me you’re mine.” She did — hard, shaking, a broken sob of his name leaving her throat. Damien worked her through it, then shifted her onto her hands and knees. He entered her from behind in one stroke and fucked her deeper, one hand fisted in her hair, the other gripping her hip hard enough to bruise. “This cunt is mine now,” he growled. “This body. This soft little heart. All of it.”

Some couple of students raced in after him when his eyes scanned the sea of faces. His eyes waltzed past me, scurried back to my face and my breath caught in my breath. My vagina throbbed, reminding me of a sweet aching need to be conquered. His eyes twinkled. Was he pleased by the new sight of me? I had been too plain for our first meeting. Good thing he was back from wherever he went to, and I was the delightful thing that graced his eyes. Does a Dom feel an intense yearning for his pet? Or I was just not his pet?

His body tensed beneath my touch, but he yielded, lowering his head in submission. "The next step," I murmured, my fingers trailing over the nape of his neck, "is for you to show me that you mean it. I want you to surrender fully. No hesitation, no pride, only obedience." Helios inhaled sharply. I could feel the mate bond tightening around us like an invisible leash, dragging him deeper into my control. "What do you want me to do, Dom?" he asked, voice barely above a whisper. I smiled. "Strip."

What started as a one-night stand unraveled into a life I never could have predicted. A world of dark desires, power struggles, and hidden identities. A world where my men were the Alphas, and I, their little brat. Julian Hartford, the man I had fallen for despite swearing I’d never love any human again was more than just captivating. Technically he was a werewolf. Maybe that was what made him so irresistible. His touch always set my skin ablaze, leaving me craving more with every encounter. But he wasn’t the only Hartford who had control over my heart, body, and soul. His identical twin brother, Henri, who was my professor also became a new temptation in my life. Julian was a Soft Dom, and

I leaned forward, so I wouldn't be heard by those around us. "You make me want to rut you like a teenage boy. If I put my cock in you right now, I wouldn't last sixty seconds." I sat back and watched shock wash over her features. "In BDSM, the Dom is always in control, Peaches. But you make me want to lose control. That's how much I want you." Her nipples were taut beneath her shirt. I cursed the bra I bought her that pushed those delicious orbs up, so her cleavage was showing. I needed my boner to go down, so we could leave, not get impossibly harder.

"I want you to control me Victor. I want you to own my pussy and tell me when I can come. I am so wet for your cock please." His hand stopped spanking and moved between my legs. He rubbed my swollen clit fast and rough making me shake. Then he pushed two thick fingers deep inside my tight hole and fucked me with them. It felt amazing and I moaned like a whore. My juices covered his hand as he went faster. I was so close to coming but he kept teasing me right to the edge then slowed down. The tension built higher and higher inside me. I felt emotional because this was so wrong but so perfect. My stepdad was dominating me and I loved giving in. "Do not come yet you brat," Victor ordered in his

Not tonight. The second DOM, a man with a scar running down the side of his face, had his submissive bent over the arm of a leather sofa. Her dress was hiked up around her waist, exposing her bare skin to the cool air. He ran his hand over her ass, caressing it almost tenderly before raising his arm and bringing his hand down in a sharp smack that echoed through the room. The submissive gasped, but her sound of pain was quickly drowned out by the DOM’s low, approving growl. He spread her legs wider, positioning himself behind her as he roughly entered her, thrusting with a primal intensity that made her cry out, her hands gripping the edge of the sofa for support.

Across the room, a striking red-haired Domme trailed her riding crop along the bare back of a blindfolded submissive, her crimson lips curved in a wicked smile. Everywhere I looked, there was raw, unfiltered sensuality. And then, I saw him. He was leaning against the bar, his posture relaxed yet commanding, as if he owned the space around him. His name was Alessio De Luca, I'd learned earlier that he’s a rare Italian Dom with a reputation for precision, control, and unmatched intensity. There was no way I could forget that face since he is a very popular and wealthy entrepreneur in the country also well known but the fact that I would meet him here at the club was neither surprising nor alar

“I am a dom, Ms. Cane I go by many names: top, dominator, master, when mixing d/s- that is domination and submission. With master/slave relations I prefer to be called ‘Sir’ by my subs. My job as a dom is to ensure my sub is pleased… at my leisure and preference, of course. I use my little room, the room you invaded, to my advantage. It comes equipped with toys of all sorts that I like to play with. My sub, a willing woman, is the best toy of all inside those walls.” By now my fingertip was playing with the zipper on her grey, seamed, cotton pants. I undid the button and proceeded to rub her pussy through her lace panties. Impressive. I like a woman who knows how to wrap it up and present it

Please read the following carefully; - Strong language - Explicit sexual content - BDSM and power dynamics - Taboo relationships - Emotional abuse - Violence - Manipulation and coercion - Obsessive behavior - Betrayal / Revenge This is a dark erotic romance. Love here is messy, complicated, and comes at a cost darling. Please take care of yourself while reading and know it is okay to step away if anything becomes too overwhelming and of course, overstimulating. Take a step away, breathe, and come back when you are ready. Or you can choose not to come back at all. Your mental health and comfort matter infinitely more than any chapter I have written.