Novels by heartie Writes

Aurora's POV. The moment I stepped into the kitchen, I regretted it.Not because of the chores I knew I was being forced into, or the fact that I hadn’t even touched a pan since Luther dragged me into his hellish palace. No. I regretted it because of the woman standing by the counter, arms folded, lips curled in that permanent sneer of disapproval.Mother in-law.She didn’t say anything at first. Just watched me—head to toe—as if the very sight of me gave her indigestion. Her gaze locked on the shirt I wore, Luther’s shirt, barely buttoned up to my thighs. I hadn’t bothered to change. Why should I? If Luther didn’t mind seeing me like this, why should she?But mother was already biting down on the opportunity. I could see it in her face.“What an entrance,” she said finally, her voice sharp as broken glass. “You parade around in my Luther's clothes like some... desperate whore in heat.”I stopped in front of the sink, refusing to look at her just yet. “Good morning to you too, Mother

Aurora's POV. Let Him See.His fingers slid between my thighs—slow at first—then deep.I gasped, my back arching as my hands gripped the vanity.“Luther,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “Don’t—”He didn’t stop. His breath was hot against the back of my neck. One hand played with my nipple again, pinching it hard while the other plunged a finger into my pussy.“Fuck,” I moaned, my legs trembling already. “It’s too much…”He chuckled behind me. “You say that every time, huh?” he murmured, “and yet you drip for me.”I was trying to hold back, trying to stay strong—but my body betrayed me.The mirror didn’t lie. It showed everything—my flushed face, parted lips, the hungry way my eyes fluttered shut every time he curled that finger deep inside me. The way his body towered behind mine, dark, dangerous… dominant.Then, just as he pushed a second finger in—The door opened.My whole body froze.Shock gripped my chest. My eyes shot open. In the mirror, I saw Luke—Luther’s right-hand man—s

Aurora's POV. Morning came too damn soon.Every part of me ached—from the rough way he handled me to the way I let him. The sheets clung to my sticky skin as I slowly opened my eyes.Luther was already up, standing near the closet, half-dressed, his back to me. My lips parted to call his name, but then—knock knock.Sharp. Loud. Too early.He froze.Then moved fast, yanking on a shirt without even buttoning it properly.Another knock.I panicked, grabbing the sheet and wrapping it tight around me. My body screamed from the aftermath of last night—my thighs sore, my skin marked.“Come in,” Luther barked, voice cold.The door creaked open.And there she was.Fucking Mia.Holding a tray like some goddamn housewife. Her fake smile plastered on her face like she rehearsed it in the mirror a hundred times.I didn’t say a word. Just stared.“Mia?” Luther’s tone dropped an octave—sharp, surprised, annoyed.“What are you doing here?” he snapped, stepping toward the door, blocking her from com

Aurora's POV.Then his hand—hot, rough, claiming—slid down between my thighs.I jerked.The ropes around my wrists tugged against the headboard. My ankles, still tied wide apart, left me wide open—exposed, trembling.And then—“Mmh... um...ahhh!”A cry ripped from my throat as his finger sank deep into my pussy.Not soft.Not teasing.He shoved it in. All the way.My back arched, my tits rising under the ropes tying them together. My thighs trembled. My mouth fell open around nothing.“Fucking soaked,” he muttered darkly. “You’re dripping, baby. This pussy’s filthy for me, isn’t it?”“yes, yes... fuck yes....Luther—ahh—!”My breath came in sharp little gasps as he curled his finger and dragged it out slowly—then slammed it back in again. Over and over. Each thrust harder than the last.Wet sounds filled the room—nasty..His finger moved faster, rougher, curling inside me, brushing the spot that made my eyes roll back even though I couldn’t see anything. I could only feel him—controll

Aurora's POV. Blindfold And Desires.The sharp clink of metal. The soft hiss of leather sliding through the loops of his pants.I didn’t see it—but I felt it. Felt the change in the air, the heat that rolled off him like a storm. My breath caught in my throat, my heart pounding against the blindfold wrapped tight over my eyes.He was quiet. Too quiet.Then—His hand wrapped around my throat.Not choking. Just there. Firm. Possessive.“You’re going to stay right there,” he said low, rough. “And take everything I give you.”I nodded, barely able to breathe.Then I felt it.His cock.Heavy. Hot. Veiny. Swollen. And Hard. He climbed over me—his knees on either side of my ribs, spreading his weight. I gasped when the thick head of his cock slapped against my jaw. My lips parted in shock, my entire body going still.“Oh my god,” I whispered.“You feel that?” he growled. “This cock’s been hard from the second I tied you up.”He dragged it over my cheek. Across my lips. My chin. The scent o

Aurora's POV.My husband's Fucktoy.“Let’s try something else, huh?” he murmured, his lips brushing under my neck.I shivered.Before I could even blink, he scooped me into his arms like I weighed nothing. His chest was solid, his grip tight. I gasped, my arms wrapping around his neck for support. “Luther?” I whispered, my voice barely there. “Where are we going?”But he didn’t answer. He only kissed my forehead. Soft. Too soft.I expected him to put me onto the bed.But then, suddenly he pushed open the room with his foot.And we were heading towards a door..It was his room. His private one. The one he never let anyone near. Not even me.My heart kicked harder.“I’ve never—been here,” I breathed, my eyes scanning the dark walls, the strange stillness.He said nothing.He carried me inside like I was already his prisoner.When the door shut behind us, something shifted in the air.Thick. Dangerous. Heavy.He placed me down—gently—but his eyes told a different story. He didn’t loo