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I couldn’t place it. My feet touched the crunchy little stones on the ground. Peter said nothing. He just led the way, and I followed. The moment I stepped inside, I knew I was in a different world. heaven. The smell of wealth hit me like perfume. What kind of money was this? This man, this billionaire, must be stinking rich, just like Sammy suspected. The interior decor was something else entirely. This was wealth at a level Sammy and I couldn’t even imagine.

I said after confirming. “The fact that you had to confirm just shows that you’re not reading that book.” I heaved a sigh, dropping the book beside me. “I miss Kian.” “I know you do,” she said, walking over and laying beside me on her bed. “You must really be missing having orgasms. When you start, it’s addictive.” “What the hell…” But it was true. “I feel all sensitive and needy like hell.” “You tried touching yourself?” “Yes. Didn’t feel that satisfying,” I answered as straight as she asked it, trying not to feel too awkward or embarrassed admitting it.

Not when I was still reeling from the restless night I’d just endured. Sleep had been a fleeting luxury, slipping through my fingers every time I closed my eyes. The weird texts had gotten more cryptic, unsettling and left my mind racing and my nerves frayed. They’d been coming more frequently now, each one a little stranger than the last, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was brewing, something bigger than I could understand. I let my gaze drift out the window as the Blackwood compound loomed ahead, its towering gates and sprawling estate looking as imposing as ever.

Her parents went for an evening walk so she was waiting on them and decided to sit in the living room to watch a movie or anything to keep her mind off things. As she scrolled through channels, she passed one that was reading the news then took it back by two channels then increased the volume to hear what was been said. “It’s also said by the now CEO of the Reliso’s company, Darken Reliso, that he plans to expand the business of his father which he just took over months ago, and that the company he bought from the ‘Crashing Bernad’s’ will be used for other businesses he had in mind in the near future,” The newscaster said and continued casting other news.

“Hello everyone, welcome to a place where we don't play by the rules .“ A grown man in white suit standing in the middle of the crowded thirsty old rich men announced. This is where desires rot and bloom…where all dirty human fantasies are traded like currency, and anything that happens here stays here . Well, unfortunately not today .. because , with my presence here .. everything that happens here can never stay here . This is one of the biggest underground pub and night club ever in the city . Owned by the YBA billionaire circle. The higher government and rich men who controls the city.

She's ours now—no more fighting. I nestled between them, sated but already craving more. The manor felt smaller, charged with possibility. Breakfast the next morning was electric; their hands on me under the table, eyes promising endless nights. But as Mum's return loomed, the real game began—keeping our triad hidden while indulging every filthy whim.

୨୧ ⏔⏔⏔⏔♡⏔⏔⏔⏔ ୨୧ What choice would Izzy make when her two worlds finally collided?

“You’re being paranoid. Or maybe you’re just not attracted to me anymore. Which is it?” I opened my mouth, but how could I explain it? The sensation wasn’t fear exactly. It was warmer. Deeper. Like invisible fingers trailing down my spine, teasing the sensitive spot just above my ass. My clit gave a faint, traitorous throb. I pressed my thighs together, mortified. “Stan, please. I’m not crazy. It’s this new book I got today. Something about it—”

The room was enormous, with a massive bed facing the open ocean view. But we weren’t alone. Five other men were already waiting— all billionaires, all powerful, all naked and hard. Damien threw me onto the bed. “Gentlemen,” he said with a dark smile, “this is Lila. She’s ours for the next two weeks. No limits.” The first billionaire, a tall silver-haired man in his fifties, climbed onto the bed and pushed my legs back. He slammed into my pussy in one thrust and started fucking me with long, deep strokes.

“I don't care. I do want you. I’m yours, Midnight. Do whatever you want with me.” He smiled against her mouth, and for a split second, his eyes glowed with a faint, predatory light. “Then come for your owner, little one. Come for me again and again. We have all night.” As the first orgasm tore through her under the open sky, Lila felt the last of her old life fall away. The graphic designer, the successful professional, the woman who lived alone in a high-rise—they were all gone. In their place was something new, something raw and honest.