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Dante said, his hand possessive on my lower back as we entered. The penthouse was stunning, all floor-to-ceiling windows and modern furniture. But what caught my attention was the people already there. Mistress Helena from the club sat on the couch, looking elegant in a leather dress that showed off her curves. Next to her was a man I didn't recognize, muscular and tattooed, with the bearing of a dominant. And in the corner, kneeling on a cushion with their hands folded and eyes downcast, was a submissive. Male, younger than me, probably nineteen or twenty, completely naked except for a collar similar to mine.

~~~ Disclaimer: This chapter is a work of fiction and is intended for mature audiences. It contains sensitive themes including emotional abuse, coercion, and implied sexual violence that some readers may find disturbing or offensive. I do not condone or promote any form of abuse or non-consensual behavior. These elements are included strictly for dramatic storytelling purposes and should not be interpreted as encouragement or justification for such actions in real life. Reader discretion is strongly advised. If you are triggered by such content, please proceed with caution or consider skipping this chapter.

Chapter 72: Mr. Lover ETHAN’S POV The rain pounded the penthouse windows, a relentless rhythm that matched the thump of my heart as I lay sprawled on Lucian’s bed, my chest heaving, my skin slick with sweat. His scent—whiskey, leather, and something raw—clung to me, he joined me on the bed, a naughty smirk playing on the corners of his mouth, the afterglow of our reunion burning through me. His arm draped over my waist, heavy, grounding, his breath warm against my neck.

Elena's POV His lips met mine in that kiss, hungry and unyielding, his body shifting over me like a shadow claiming the light. The weight of him pressed me into the mattress, solid and reassuring, his skin still damp from the shower, radiating heat that seeped into my bones. I arched up instinctively, my breasts brushing his chest, nipples pebbling against the friction. "Sir," I murmured against his mouth, the word a tease wrapped in surrender, knowing it would ignite him.

*Warning* This chapter contains in-depth sexual content. POV Millie I know what I have to do. I need this challenge for him to be over. He wants sex and that’s what I intend to give him. I’m not going to do this just to let him have his goal be made, but I genuinely want it too. I know what’s going to happen when it’s over, it’ll be over. He will have gotten what he wanted, and he’ll move on with his life and so will I. It’s what needs to be done for us both to go back to what we know, our worlds are like water and oil, they’ll never mix. I’m in a weird state of mind right now, feeling a bit of sadness because, after tonight, there will be no more X, but at the same time, I am ner

He politely inquired, "Sir, how may I assist you?" "I want a penthouse for a week," Xander replied with a firmness I had never seen before, making him appear remarkably composed, causing my heart to skip a beat. Yet, all that coolness seemed like empty hope when the Manager bowed slightly and said, "I'm sorry, sir, but the penthouse is reserved for this young man. I can't give it to you. I'm so sorry." ‘Yep, Xander the liar. He was just trying to look cool for a second,’ I thought to myself. ‘Still, it's worth a shot.’

“Yeah, about that—black card, unlimited spending, you in designer lingerie, and a billionaire fiancé? You’re in your main character arc.” “Stop it,” I muttered, cheeks warming. “Fine, fine,” she said, chewing thoughtfully. “I won’t say anything else… unless you wore that red number straight to bed tonight.” I choked on my iced tea. “Jessy!” “What! I’m just saying. Might as well reward your man after draining his account.” “His account is un-drainable.” “Even better,” she smirked, reaching for more sisig. As we settled into our food coma, the moment felt peaceful. Our laughter quieted into comfortable silence, the kind that only came with people who truly knew you. But my mind, traitorous as

My sexy girl is still a virgin, as I put back my trousers but still kissing her finding it difficult to control myself, I removed the lift from pause as the lift started moving up to the penthouse but my sexy girl was looking at me innocently and I can’t just control myself. We left the lift immediately it reached my Penthouse as her phone started ringing but I took it from her not knowing who the caller was as She started kissing me back as I was kissing her back so deeply, my sexy girl. Her phone kept on ringing and I kept on declining it as she pleaded with me to allow her pick that it might be important, I accepted for her to pick loosening my trousers

“Truth or Dare, Riley. Make it count.” I lifted my head, looking into those dark, possessive eyes. “Dare, Sir. Make it the filthiest one yet.” His smile was pure sin. “I dare you to let me use every hole in every position I want until we both can’t move. Then you’ll swallow my final load while I eat that pretty pussy. Aftercare that is —my promise.” I shivered with fresh need. “Yes, Sir.”

Her mind replayed the unsettling scene: Mr. Colton's lips curled into a sly smile. His bony fingers closed around her wrist like a vice. The low, gravelly voice whispering unspeakable suggestions. Piper's skin crawled, her pulse quickening. "Be one of my mistresses," he'd whispered, his breath hot against her ear. Piper's stomach churned. "Ethan, I need to see you," Piper said, her voice firm. Ethan's voice hardened over the phone. "Don't bother coming without the royal seal."