King I settle into the cramped tub, pulling Alyssa back against my chest, my thighs framing hers. Baths aren't my thing, but when she asked me to join, I couldn't say no. Besides, I need to make sure she's okay after what we just did. "You're not hurt, are you?" My fingers trace a light path along her thighs, feeling the heat radiating off her silky skin. We shouldn't have fucked her twice tonight, but when we noticed her getting wet in her sleep, none of us could hold back. Mason was curious how we fuck her together, and she seemed just as excited to show him. "No," she murmurs. "Actually, it was better than I thought." A slight shiver runs through her, and she pauses. "I just had to remind myself that you weren't Isaac...that you weren't doing it just to hurt me. And then it started feeling incredible." "That was the goal, kitten." I kiss the top of her head before taking a washcloth, easing into a rhythm as I wash her, letting the quiet wrap around us. This feels st
TW: Child abuse, sexual abuse, nightmares Alyssa I'm sitting on one of the men's laps, like I always do when Daddy has his meetings. He's sitting at the front, talking to one of the men in his deep voice. They're all wearing black and don't have faces, but somehow, I can still feel them looking at me. I look down and see I'm wearing my favorite green skirt. I don't like sitting on this man's lap. His hands are big, and they keep touching my legs. It feels wrong, but I don't say anything. Daddy says not to talk during meetings. It's just a game. When it's over, I get a prize. I try not to listen to the men talking. They say things that make my stomach hurt. "Jax, when are you gonna let me try this one out?" one of them asks, and the other men just laugh. I don't like it. I look at Daddy. He's not looking at me, but he's still talking to them. "Settle down, boys," Daddy says, his voice strong and loud. "You know she's off-limits. If you want to play, go play with the gi
Alyssa Gray joined us for breakfast. Just seeing him sitting across from me sends last night's dream looping in my mind again. I don't have much of an appetite, but the guys insisted I eat something. I sip on a strawberry-banana smoothie, watching as Zuri feeds herself oatmeal. "These withdrawals are a bitch," Gray mutters, looking worn out. "Stayed up all night, sweating and throwing up." Niko frowns, his voice tinged with irritation. "Damn, man. She really should've just tapered your dosage, not cut you off cold. Does she know you could've had a seizure? I looked that up this morning." Gray rubs the back of his neck. "Yeah, she said it was a low chance. And since she's ovulating next week, she hopes I'll be able to...perform. It's not like I wasn't ready to start having kids too, but I didn't think it'd be this damn hard to make one." Niko claps him on the back. "It'll happen, just keep busting nuts in her. Eventually it'll have to work, right?" Great. Now I've officially
King Fuck, she's pissed. I can barely keep my grip on her as I carry her to our other room. Good thing Niko and Mason insisted on staying across the hall. We've got a room for our "domestic" nights, and then there's this one—for all the dirty things we want to do with her. Most members don't live at the clubhouse anyway, so our secret will remain safe. Majority of them have their own lives outside, coming here for only lock-downs or to mess around with the clubwhores who have nothing else to do but open their legs. The second I saw her grab Gray, looking like she was ready to swing at him, my cock throbbed. Having to stop her from lunging across the table at Christine has me sporting a full-fucking erection. I drop her to her feet, pushing her back against the wall with my body pinning her down. She's still fighting hard, her hazel eyes blazing as she screams for me to let her go. What Christine said was way out of line, she deserved everything Alyssa was going to do to he
Alyssa "You want to see me fuck him, kitten?" King asks, a wicked smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. My heart races, both excitement and disbelief swirling within me. Holy shit. Is this really happening? I know King is just distracting me, from my nightmare, from Gray and Christine, and I've got to give it to him...it's one hell of a distraction. There's no way he's willing to fuck Niko all this time just to distract me, though. He wants this. Badly. I'm so glad Niko is finally getting what he deserves. Maybe this will be the push he needs to finally tell King that he's in love with him. As the thought of them together ignites a fire inside me, I reach down, rubbing my clit in small, fast circles. "Answer him, sweet girl," Niko groans, his blue eyes meeting mine, glazed over with lust. "Yes," I whisper, glancing up at King. "I want to see you fuck him." His grin widens. He squirts lube on Niko's hole and sinks into him, just hard enough to pull a sharp hi
Alyssa After a restless nap, I spend the rest of the day with Zuri, clinging to every second as if it might be our last. I know King and Mason will protect me, but the lingering dread feels like a dark cloud I can't shake. There's a heaviness in my chest as I try to keep a smile on my face for Zuri's sake, watching her laugh and play. After kissing both her and Niko goodbye, King, Mason, and I find Gray outside, leaning against his bike with his arms crossed tightly over his chest, like he's trying to hold himself together. His gaze is locked on me as we approach. "Alyssa," he says, his tone clipped. I give him the middle finger. "Kiss my ass, Gray." He lets out a long, controlled sigh, his eyes darting to King, who presses a warm kiss to the back of my head. "I'll give you some space," King murmurs, but I grip his arm, reluctant to let him go. "You don't have to. I don't want to talk to him." Gray's face tightens. "Alyssa, we need to talk. Now." I narrow my ey
Alyssa The building is painted in blood-red and white, its main entrance leading directly into a dimly lit strip club. Fully naked women in heels swing from poles and dance on raised platforms, their bodies cast in flickering lights as if they're putting on a show just for us. It's unsettling. I've never been to a strip club, and I definitely didn't expect my first time would be here—with my brother. A swirl of horror, fear, and intrigue rolls over me. We sit at a large booth, and I scan the room, noting the shadows and corners, wondering if we're being watched. The guard reappears, his voice gruff and annoyed. "Bones will be with you shortly." A tense silence fills the room as we wait. Suddenly, the music changes from something sultry to "Dethrone" by Bad Omens. My blood runs cold. "Somehow, I don't think anyone can dance to this," I think aloud, trying to talk myself out of bolting out of here. "You know, I always imagined this being a song you'd request to be execu
TW: Child abuse, sexual assault, human trafficking, murder, emotional damageAlyssa"Aly, Logan...stay in my office. You know the drill. Don't come out until one of us says so," Daddy orders."Okay, Daddy." I spin around in his big chair, the leather all soft and smooth under my fingers. "Fine. Whatever," Logan mumbles as Daddy closes the door. Rolling his eyes, he slumps into the chair across from me. Logan's kind of my friend. He comes to the clubhouse sometimes with his Uncle Sal, who's mean and always yelling at him. He has short brown hair, and his eyes are a pretty grey color. Mama says she thinks he has a crush on me, but I don't really get what that means. I just like that he plays games with me that make me feel safe—not like Daddy's games. "I heard my Daddy say there were other girls downstairs. Have you ever seen them?" I ask, already feeling bored. I always feel bored when we're not allowed to leave the office. Logan just shakes his head, a little frown on his face. "I
Alyssa Marina's presence in the room feels like a heavy weight. Her confident stride and the sharp click of her heels are constant reminders of how out of depth I feel. Marina exudes composure, as if nothing can shake her. I can't help but wonder if she can see right through the mask I'm desperately trying to hold onto—whether she knows about the anxiety twisting my insides. As she arranges her files, her eyes sweep the room, landing on Niko briefly, then Mason, before they settle back on me. There's a certain intensity to the way she looks at me, like she's already dissected me in her mind. It's fucking unnerving, but I refuse to let it show. Adjusting her tailored blazer, she crosses her legs with practiced poise. "Niko, be a dear and make me some tea, will you?" Her tone is polite but firm. "Sure," Niko mutters, disappearing back into the kitchen. Damn. She definitely has a dominant personality. I can already see why King wouldn't get along with her. So, what the hell
Alyssa I wake up at 5 a.m., my nerves already prickling with anticipation. Marina will be here soon, and even though I'm not entirely sure what this meeting will entail, I know I need to look presentable. The weight of what's ahead presses down on me, making the early hour feel even heavier. The warm water steams over me as I lather soap on my washcloth, trying to clear my mind. What questions will Marina ask? How much does she already know? Gray must have filled her in on some of the mess that is my marriage, but will she look at me differently once she knows everything? Will she see me as just another broken, naive woman who made bad decisions, or will she understand the depths of Isaac's cruelty? The thought twists my stomach in knots. When I met her yesterday, her piercing gaze made me feel both small and seen at the same time. She exudes confidence and control—the kind of person who could break someone with just a word. But will she really be able to stop Isaac's plan
Alyssa After a few hours of sleep, I wake up to find Niko and Mason's bodies pressed against me, but King is nowhere to be found. For a moment, I wonder if he had a job or something, but I'm sure he would've woken me up to tell me before he left. I slip out of bed and check on Zuri, my feet light on the floor as I move through the quiet house. After a quick trip to the bathroom, I head downstairs. The low glow of the lamp in the living room casts long shadows. That's when I see him—King. His tall, solid silhouette sits in his chair, a drink in hand. By the tension in his posture, I can tell that something's wrong. Wrapping my silk black robe tighter around me, I cross the room silently and sink into his lap. My arms slip around his neck, and I bury my face in the warmth of his neck, inhaling the scent of him. He hums softly, the low, gravelly rumble of his voice breaking the silence. "What are you doing awake, kitten?" I let my fingers trace the curve of his jaw, th
King I gaze at Alyssa's ass in awe. It's bright red, covered in tiny welts and marks from the flogger, but neither Niko nor I broke the skin. Good. She should heal fast. With fifteen strokes to go, I've decided these final ones will break her—not physically, but emotionally. She needs it. Not just because of the shit she pulled today, but because I can see it in her eyes, in the way she's holding herself together too tightly. She's ready to shatter, and she's trusting us to help her do it. Bent over Mason's lap with the side of her face pressed to the couch, she waits patiently for the sting of the flogger to come. She breathes in shallow gasps, her body arching just enough to beckon the next strike, a silent plea written in the curve of her spine. I drop the flogger on the coffee table and trail my hand from the nape of her neck all the way down to her reddened ass. Her entire body shivers, and my chest constricts. In moments like this, I feel most in control—of myself and t
Alyssa I can't believe this. I'm draped over Mason's lap, my ass bared and stinging as King flogs me, while Niko brushes his fingers lightly up and down my back. I've never been this scared and aroused with them before. Maybe because I never expected them to actually spank me. Even with my safe word perched on the tip of my tongue, ready to end this all, I don't stop them. Instead, I count each strike of the flogger, gripping onto the steady rhythm to keep myself grounded. King moves with deliberate control, his strokes confident and precise, alternating between my cheeks. Each hit is delivered with escalating intensity, forcing me to toe the delicious line between pain and pleasure. The next strike shatters through me, a bolt of heat that sizzles across my skin and settles like molten lava between my legs. I can tell my body doesn't know whether to resist it or chase this sensation. "Twelve," I whimper, my legs shaking and sweat slicking my skin. "I'm about to come, Da
Mason Alyssa gazes at me, her eyes wide and trusting. The sight hits me hard, a wave of protectiveness washing over me. If today had gone differently, she wouldn't be here right now. She'd be dead. Beaten to death by her husband. I was so upset I couldn't even speak to her when King and Niko told me she was going to leave with Isaac. Then, after Gray got arrested, she ran off without telling any of us. I know King's chastising himself, thinking that if he had been more in control of his own emotions, if Niko and he had been out to stop her, they could've prevented this. But the truth is, there was no way in hell any of us would've kept our cool around that asshole without getting arrested ourselves. Even Gray couldn't keep it together. But it's not like I can say I'm not glad he defended Alyssa—for fucking once since she's been back. It was a long time coming. In King's office, we discussed how we should punish her. King was adamant that he wanted to make sure we don't ca
Alyssa My pulse skyrockets as Niko reaches for the sharp knife on the table, kneeling down in front of me. I remain perfectly still as he brings the blade to my shirt, slicing it open in one swift movement. The sound of fabric tearing echoes in the room. He rips it from my shoulders like it's made of paper, leaving my chest exposed to the cool air. "Fuck," he hisses under his breath. His hands knead my breasts, thumbs brushing over my hardening nipples. The sensation makes my breath hitch, and I bite my lip to stifle a needy moan. This is a punishment—I'm not supposed to show that I like it. Still, the thought crosses my mind that maybe he'll push further, just to test me. His sea-blue eyes glimmer with wicked amusement as they rake over my body. Without hesitation, he grabs the waistband of my shorts and panties, removing them with another precise slice of the blade. Fully naked and on my knees, the tension in the room shifts dramatically. I can feel their gaze burning
Alyssa The rumble of engines fades, leaving behind an almost deafening silence. The second everyone else is gone, Niko steps forward and pulls me into his arms. His grip is tight, almost crushing, as though he's afraid I might slip away. "What the fuck were you thinking, sweet girl?" His voice cracks, low and raw with emotion. His fingers tremble as they comb through my hair. "He would've killed you." He plants a kiss on my forehead, as if he's trying to anchor himself, though his next words are steel-sharp. "I swear, If I ever call you and you don't answer again, I'll spank your ass raw. Right in front of your brother." Before I can answer, King's deep hum slices through the air. "Maybe I should've done that. Is that what you wanted, kitten? For me to humiliate you in front of your brother?" His large hand suddenly grips the back of my hair, snapping my head back. His eyes are amber flames that burn me from the inside out. "Answer me." "No, Daddy," I whisper, my voice t
Alyssa King's boots thud heavily against the asphalt as he stalks towards me, his expression carved from stone. The tension in the air is palpable, coiling tighter with each step he takes. Niko follows closely behind, his face a shade darker but no less intimidating. My breath catches in my chest, and my fingers fidget at my sides as I brace for their wrath. They're both lions stalking a prey that's cornered. Me. A paralyzed little gazelle. I try to gather bravado, but my legs tremble, threatening to give out. King's silence as he closes the distance is somehow worse than words. Beside him, Niko's mouth twists into a cruel smile. "Alyssa." His gravelly voice sends a warning that's impossible to ignore. I plaster on the sweetest, most innocent smile I can muster. "Nikolai." His pupils dilate at the sound of his full name. Point one for me. Maybe I can seduce my way out of this. "Does your phone not work?" he asks, his voice sharp, his eyes daring me to lie. "I bel