The door knob rattled again, more insistently this time. The muffled sounds of the orgy faded into the background as a tense silence enveloped the room. All eyes were drawn to the entrance, anticipation and apprehension thick in the air.I stood frozen, the tray of drinks trembling slightly in my hands. My heart pounded against my ribcage, each beat echoing the dread pooling in my stomach. I knew that handle. I'd seen that sharp flick of movement before. And I already felt it in my gut.It was him.Victor.The door creaked open, revealing a tall, imposing figure silhouetted against the dim hallway light. Victor stepped into the room with the confidence of a man who owned every space he entered. His piercing blue eyes scanned the scene, narrowing slightly as they settled on me."Well," he drawled, his voice smooth yet laced with menace. "Is this how you spend your evenings, Selene?"A cold shiver ran down my spine. The room's occupants shifted uncomfortably, sensing the shift in atmosp
Victor caught my eye again. A flicker of a plan forming behind his brow.And then I felt it—Dante’s gaze settling back on me.I could feel it burning a hole into my cheek even before I turned.“Selene—”Shit.I cut him off with a gasp, deliberately tilting the tray in my hand.Liquid poured out.All over my chest.Down the center of my blouse.Over the curve of my breasts.The alcohol soaked through the thin fabric instantly, clinging to my skin, making the material almost transparent.I froze. Gasped.And then put on a little show.“Oh no,” I squeaked, high-pitched again. “Clumsy me.”Heads turned.Dante’s brows arched.Victor looked startled for half a second before catching on.I blinked innocently at Dante. “Sir… I’ll need to go change.”His eyes lingered.Too long.His gaze dipped down to where the soaked fabric clung to my nipples. His tongue flicked across his bottom lip before he caught himself and leaned back.He waved a hand. “Sure, sure. Do what you need.”I turned quickly,
I stood in the dimly lit changing room, the cool metal of the locker pressing against my back as I tried to steady my breathing. The scent of stale sweat and faint perfume lingered in the air, grounding me in the present. My heart still raced from the encounter in the lounge, and a nagging feeling settled deep in my gut.That had been too close.Way too close.And something told me it wasn’t over.Not even close.I peeled the damp blouse from my skin, the fabric clinging stubbornly before finally letting go. The chill of the room prickled my exposed flesh, but I welcomed the sensation—it kept me alert. As I rummaged through my locker for a spare shirt, the door creaked open behind me."Selene," Victor's voice was low, cautious.I turned, clutching the fresh blouse to my chest. "Victor, you scared me.""Sorry," he said, stepping inside and letting the door close softly behind him. His eyes darted around the room before settling on me. "We need to talk."I nodded, sensing the urgency in
The auctioneer's voice, loud and authoritative, pierced the room like a sharp blade, calling out the price for my body."Ten million dollars!"A gasp rolled through the crowd, murmurs echoing off the high-ceilinged, plush walls of the exclusive, shadowy auction hall. The figures gathered here were hidden beneath the dull glow of crystal chandeliers, their gazes all focused on me. And as my heartbeat thrums in my ears, I’m acutely aware of just how exposed I am, standing there on the stage, dressed in nothing but a barely-there lace lingerie and a white rabbit mask.I—Selene Vantorel—shifted uncomfortably, my bare skin prickling under the spotlight. Despite the mask, I can feel the heat of the room pressing in around me, the cold sting of my vulnerability crawling up my spine. I’d never expected to find myself in this position. Not once had I imagined that my body, my dignity, would be the price tag for my family’s debt. I knew what they must be thinking. The questions were there, c
I blinked. Once. Twice.How? One moment, I was standing in that VIP room, glaring daggers at Raphael while clutching that marriage contract. The next, I was sitting in a ridiculously lavish living room, staring at a crystal chandelier so massive it could double as a death trap if it ever fell."Is this how kidnappings work nowadays?" I muttered, still wearing my rabbit mask and lace lingerie like some misguided vigilante.I sat there, frozen, trying to process how I’d gone from the auction stage to 'his mansion' in what felt like the blink of an eye. Did they drug me? No. There wasn’t time. So how? "Am I... dreaming?" I muttered aloud, gripping the couch’s armrest for stability. It wasn’t comforting. Too soft. Too real.The absurdity of the situation hit me. Hard. My jaw dropped as my gaze flitted around the room—plush velvet couches, gold-accented everything, and a fireplace big enough to roast an entire cow. Meanwhile, a small army of servants scurried about, setting things in ord
I thought back to the reason I had offered myself for the auction, the main reason I had put up with all that's been going on since I got here. I channeled all that rage into answering Raphael's question. "I want those who took everything from me to pay," I whispered in his ear, my breath hot against his skin. "Help me get what’s mine, and you'll have my body, heart, and hopefully your answers as well." His eyes widened slightly before he slowly lowered his head. He leaned in, brushing his lips against my neck, his voice thick with authority. "You’re already mine, Selene. The moment we met, you were under my protection. But for you and a little bit of fun along the way... I’ll destroy them all." I let out a sigh of relief, glad that I could buy myself some time to get out of my current situation. If I could persuade Raphael to assist me, perhaps things would improve. But then his lips moved further down my body. They trailed over my shoulder and grazed my collarbone. A shiver ran
The air was heavy as I walked up the cobblestone driveway to my childhood home—a house that once symbolized warmth, love, and laughter. Now, it stood as a hollow reminder of my father’s failings and my mother’s absence.The paint was peeling, the lawn overgrown, and the windows resembled dull eyes staring out at nothing. My grip tightened around the leather strap of my bag, the weight of its contents grounding me.As I approached the door, memories flooded back: Mom tending to her garden, her laugh spilling out like sunlight; Dad before he became a shadow of himself, playing catch with me in the yard. Those moments felt like a lifetime ago.I hesitated at the door, my hand hovering over the rusted bell. Memories flooded back. I remembered my father's icy sneer. My stepmother’s shrill, annoying voice. My mother’s quiet cries in the dead of night as she begged for another chance to prove herself. It all came rushing back like a slap to the face. Shaking off the nostalgia, I rang the bel
"If it's not too much to ask, I'd like it if you could drop me off around that corner." I mentioned, pointing in the direction leading to the bar I work in.Raphael raised a brow that said 'really?'"You got what you wanted yesterday, and I'm still nursing the sore I got from you acting like some animal in heat." I said, rolling my eyes. "It would be most kind of you if you would honor your part of the deal and let me earn a few bucks on my own today. It's been quite a while since I've had time for myself.""So, you're telling me to leave you alone in that cheap place?" Raphael asked, a hint of disbelief coloring his tone."It's where this expensive little rabbit of yours works before you bought me," I retorted. "I'm sure I'll be fine, sir."A look of surprise crossed his features. "If it wasn't because of last night, I would have doubted your chastity," Raphael said, his lips curving upwards slightly. "But...you really are as pure as an ex-virgin."He looked at me with amusement, whi
I stood in the dimly lit changing room, the cool metal of the locker pressing against my back as I tried to steady my breathing. The scent of stale sweat and faint perfume lingered in the air, grounding me in the present. My heart still raced from the encounter in the lounge, and a nagging feeling settled deep in my gut.That had been too close.Way too close.And something told me it wasn’t over.Not even close.I peeled the damp blouse from my skin, the fabric clinging stubbornly before finally letting go. The chill of the room prickled my exposed flesh, but I welcomed the sensation—it kept me alert. As I rummaged through my locker for a spare shirt, the door creaked open behind me."Selene," Victor's voice was low, cautious.I turned, clutching the fresh blouse to my chest. "Victor, you scared me.""Sorry," he said, stepping inside and letting the door close softly behind him. His eyes darted around the room before settling on me. "We need to talk."I nodded, sensing the urgency in
Victor caught my eye again. A flicker of a plan forming behind his brow.And then I felt it—Dante’s gaze settling back on me.I could feel it burning a hole into my cheek even before I turned.“Selene—”Shit.I cut him off with a gasp, deliberately tilting the tray in my hand.Liquid poured out.All over my chest.Down the center of my blouse.Over the curve of my breasts.The alcohol soaked through the thin fabric instantly, clinging to my skin, making the material almost transparent.I froze. Gasped.And then put on a little show.“Oh no,” I squeaked, high-pitched again. “Clumsy me.”Heads turned.Dante’s brows arched.Victor looked startled for half a second before catching on.I blinked innocently at Dante. “Sir… I’ll need to go change.”His eyes lingered.Too long.His gaze dipped down to where the soaked fabric clung to my nipples. His tongue flicked across his bottom lip before he caught himself and leaned back.He waved a hand. “Sure, sure. Do what you need.”I turned quickly,
The door knob rattled again, more insistently this time. The muffled sounds of the orgy faded into the background as a tense silence enveloped the room. All eyes were drawn to the entrance, anticipation and apprehension thick in the air.I stood frozen, the tray of drinks trembling slightly in my hands. My heart pounded against my ribcage, each beat echoing the dread pooling in my stomach. I knew that handle. I'd seen that sharp flick of movement before. And I already felt it in my gut.It was him.Victor.The door creaked open, revealing a tall, imposing figure silhouetted against the dim hallway light. Victor stepped into the room with the confidence of a man who owned every space he entered. His piercing blue eyes scanned the scene, narrowing slightly as they settled on me."Well," he drawled, his voice smooth yet laced with menace. "Is this how you spend your evenings, Selene?"A cold shiver ran down my spine. The room's occupants shifted uncomfortably, sensing the shift in atmosp
[Warning~Explicit content] ––––––––––– Victor stepped in with the sharpness of a man whose patience was a fraying thread. His jaw was tight, his shoulders squared like he’d been preparing for this. The light from the hallway cut behind him, casting a tall shadow that stretched across the polished floor. My lungs emptied. A subtle, silent exhale. Victor. Thank God. His eyes scanned the room, fast and clean. Calculating. And then, like a switch, his expression shifted—plastered on a lazy, disarming grin as he walked in with the pretense of someone who just happened to stroll into a casual Friday night. But I knew better. He’d been watching the cameras. Probably from the back office. Probably from the moment I stepped into the lounge. And he must’ve seen something he didn’t like. Across the room, one of Dante’s friends was still slapping his hips against the redhead’s bare ass, while another had his tongue halfway down a bartender’s throat. Gina refused to move beside me, her eye
I forced a smile that didn’t quite reach my eyes and tilted my head slightly, the way a harmless girl might do when caught off guard. My palms were sweating under the tray, and my heart hammered hard enough to bruise. I swallowed, letting my lips part slightly in a rehearsed smile. It felt like sugar melting on poison. My throat tightened, but I forced my voice up, lighter, higher, sweeter. “Oh… me?” I giggled—a sound I barely recognized as my own. “I think you must confuse me with someone else, sir. You’ve probably met dozens of beautiful women. I’m just… someone new.” Dante leaned back, head tilting slightly, the gold and crimson lights flickering across his sharp jawline. His eyes narrowed, lips curved in amusement. “Is that right?” he mused. “You don’t look like someone I’d forget.” I dropped my gaze. “That’s flattering, but I’m sure your list of unforgettable women is longer than this bar’s liquor shelf.” Dante tilted his head, amused, green eyes narrowing just slightly. “Th
The next hour spiraled into chaos.Something unprecedented.Soon, clothes began hitting the floor.Lingerie slipped down thighs. Shirts unbuttoned. Bras unclasped. The redhead let out a breathy moan as the blond suckled at her nipple in full view. Another friend had the braided girl moaning softly as his fingers worked between her legs. The guy who’d been kissed now had his mouth wrapped around his partner’s cock, bobbing enthusiastically while the others laughed and watched.The room stank of sex. Sweat. Cheap perfume. Expensive shame.Carla licked her lips as she watched, eyes glazed with a mixture of jealousy and arousal. I could feel it off her like heatwaves—she wanted to join them. She wanted to be the center of that depravity.She turned to Dante, biting her lip.But Dante’s eyes weren’t on her.They were on me.Every few minutes, he’d glance my way. Not subtle. Not embarrassed. Just…watching.Like he knew there was a puzzle here.And he liked puzzles.I felt exposed. Like he w
Dante’s green eyes didn’t leave mine, and I felt it—that slow crawl of recognition trying to settle in his gaze. My stomach dropped as he leaned back lazily on the velvet-lined couch, a smirk playing on his lips like he’d just stumbled on a memory he couldn’t place.He tilted his glass toward one of his friends beside him. "Tell me something, Enzo," he murmured, though his eyes stayed locked on me. "Have you ever met someone who looks too familiar… but you can’t quite remember if it was a good memory or a bad one?"My spine stiffened.Please don’t recognize me. Please don’t recognize me."Maybe a fling," Dante continued under his breath, just loud enough for me to catch. "Or the sister of one. You ever get that déjà vu?"Enzo chuckled, shrugging. “Sounds like every Friday night for you.”Dante laughed lightly, but it was hollow, distracted.I kept my gaze low, trained on the tray in my hands. The drinks, the cigarette holder, the snacks—all an excuse to stay silent. I stepped forward
The ride was silent—just the low hum of the engine and the occasional squeak of worn-out brakes as Charles took turns through the fading streets. I didn’t speak, didn’t offer him a look or a word. The last thing I needed was him sniffing around my business. He was too good at that. I needed a clean break before the night bled into chaos. "Selene," he began, his voice a strained attempt at calm, "are you sure about this? Going to the bar tonight?" I kept my eyes on the passing streets. "Yes." He sighed, a heavy exhale that spoke of frustration and unspoken words. "I just worry about you. That place... it's not safe." A bitter smile tugged at my lips. "Safety is relative, don't you think? Why are you showing care now?" Charles didn't respond. Instead, he pulled the car to a stop near the bus stop, the neon glow of the city casting shadows across his face. "At least let me drive you all the way." I shook my head, already reaching for the door handle. "No need. The bus will do." Bef
“Don’t flatter yourself, Cartwright.”I said it with enough edge to slice through his smirk, and for a moment, just a moment, he blinked. As if I’d scratched the surface of his pride. Then he recovered, tongue clicking against the roof of his mouth.“You wound me,” he said with a hand to his chest, all mock offense and smirking amusement. “But alright, I’ll behave… for now.”He turned as he heard approaching footsteps—slow, measured, familiar. My father. Just as expected.Charles had returned.“Selene?” His voice floated through the hedges, closer now. “James?”James met my eyes, silently asking for permission. I didn’t blink, just gave him the smallest tilt of my chin.Time to play our game.My father’s polished shoes crunched over the gravel path as he emerged into the clearing, eyes darting between James and me like a man desperate for good news. His face lit up, too quickly, too brightly.“There you are,” Charles said, voice almost oily with cheer. “Everything alright?”James turn