Simon’s POV The whiskey was doing nothing. I rolled my glass between my fingers, watching the amber liquid catch the dim light of the bar. It should have burned. Should have numbed something. But nothing touched me anymore. Not liquor. Not sex. Not even her. I ran my tongue along my teeth, jaw tightening at the thought of my wife—my beautiful, naïve wife—sitting at home, probably curled up in my sheets, waiting for me like a good little thing. The thought should have pleased me. Should have filled me with something close to satisfaction. But it only made me restless. Because she was too good for me. And I fucking hated it. I could have shattered her by now. Could have broken her down into the shape I wanted, could have molded her into something less… pure. But every time I came close, every time I reached for her with the full weight of my darkness, I stopped. She was still untarnished. And I resented her for it. Because no matter how cruel I was—no matter how many
Maddy’s breath hitched, but she didn’t move. Good. I liked it when they stayed still. It made it easier to see the moment they shattered. “You’re quiet,” I murmured, dragging a finger along the edge of her jaw. “I’m waiting,” she whispered, voice steady. Waiting for what? To be used? To be wrecked? Or was she waiting for me to lose myself? Maddy didn’t realize that I never lost myself. I was always in control. Even when I was ruining something. Especially then. I leaned in, inhaling her perfume—expensive, floral, but beneath it, I caught something else. Something familiar. Something that made my stomach turn. Vanilla. The same scent Nana always wore. For a fraction of a second, the air left my lungs. Maddy shifted. “You okay, big guy?” she teased, reaching for me, but I grabbed her wrist too fast, too rough. She gasped. And I saw it—the hint of fear. There it was. That delicious, intoxicating fear. But it wasn’t enough. I wanted more. I needed more. Because the mom
Maddy>>>Shit. Shit. Shit.This was supposed to be a simple fuck and leave. No attachments. No mind games. Just a quick, easy smash. But the moment Simon wrapped his fingers around my wrist, squeezing just hard enough to make me shiver, I knew—this wasn’t going to be easy.And the fucked-up part? I didn’t want it to be.When Noah asked me to do this, I wasn’t thinking much. I’d only seen Simon from a distance, and he was my type like Noah. Clean. Sharp. Sophisticated. Serious. But with an edge—darker than Noah’s playful charm. A mystery. A storm behind those lifeless gray eyes. Who knew he’d turn out to be such a fucking freak?“I guess it runs in the family after all,” I murmured to myself, my pulse hammering against my skin.My body was burning—anticipation licking every nerve, every inch of my skin hypersensitive, waiting for his next move. The moment I stepped into this room, I knew I’d lost control. It didn’t belong to me anymore.And fuck… my pussy throbbed at the thought.Simon
Simon’s cock slapped against my cheek.Once. Twice.The heavy, wet sound echoed in the room, each slap making my skin burn hotter. My thighs clenched as another wave of arousal shot through me. I knew I looked so pathetic, aching for more and it only turned me on. Simon’s fingers curled tighter in my hair, tugging my head back so I had no choice but to look up at him. His lips curled in a slow, taunting smirk.“Cute.” His voice was low, mocking. “So fucking desperate to take my cock into your filthy mouth aren’t you?.”My breath stuttered. He was right. My thighs rubbed together, seeking friction, seeking releases, my bound hands clenched helplessly at my back. I wanted to touch myself so fucking bad. “Look at you,” he murmured, tilting his head. His eyes dragged over my face, my ruined lips, the spit glistening on my skin. “Messy little thing. So eager to please.”Fuck. Is this what I've become?His smirk widened, and he tapped his cock against my lips, smearing my own spit across
I licked my lips, my voice small, desperate. “Please—I want it. I want you to cum in my mouth. I wanna taste it, wanna swallow all of it—please, Simon—”His grip tightened, his pupils darkening with something primal.“What an obedient slut.”And then he shoved his cock back inside my mouthSimon groaned, his grip tightening in my hair as he thrust into my mouth, deeper, rougher, using me like nothing more than a hole for his pleasure. More tears blurred my vision, spit dripped down my chin, and I could barely breathe around him—but fuck, I loved it. Then I felt it, his cock growing bigger inside my mouth. “Fuck—” His voice dropped to a growl, his cock pulsing against my tongue. “Take it. Drink every drop.”And then—he came.Hot, thick, so much of it, spilling over my tongue, filling my mouth. I barely had time to react before his hand fisted my hair harder, forcing me to swallow.“Don’t spill a fucking drop.”I didn’t. I couldn’t. He held me there, making me take every last bit, my t
Nana’s POVThe alarm buzzed, jolting me upright in bed. My heart pounded in my chest as I blinked against the dim light filtering through the curtains. When did I fall asleep?I had only closed my eyes to push away unnecessary feelings—about Noah, about Simon, about the gnawing anxiety that had been sitting in my gut since last night.I glanced around. The room was empty. He never came home.My stomach clenched, but I quickly shoved the feeling down. He probably had something to do. That’s all. It’s what I’ve always told myself. It’s what I had to tell myself.Simon would never betray me.And I would never betray him.That’s how it had always been.And I needed to set boundaries with Noah. I needed to focus. Everything would sort itself out.The sun had barely risen when I headed out for work. Work—the one constant in my life. Some people dreaded it, but for me, it was an escape. A place where my thoughts quieted, where I could pretend everything outside the office didn’t exist.Wit
The air in the room changed, thickening with something I couldn’t quite name. His fingers, which had been idly tapping against the desk a second ago, stopped moving.And then, slowly, his expression hardened.“What is this about?” His voice was cold, almost detached.“You know what this is about, Simon.” I searched his face for a reaction, but he remained silent. “I think… a child would bring us back together. Just like before.”His jaw tensed. “Nana, we agreed—”“I know what we agreed on,” I cut in. “But things have changed.” My voice was firm, but my chest ached. “You were gone all night, Simon. You didn’t even return my calls.”Silence. He just watched me, his gaze unreadable.I took a shaky breath. “You say we’re fine, but you and I both know that’s not true.”His expression didn’t shift, but for a brief second—so quick I almost doubted it—I thought I saw it. Guilt. It flickered across his face before vanishing into indifference.“This isn’t about a child,” he said finally.My hea
Noah’s POVOh, sweetheart. If only you knew what your loving husband spends his nights doing to other women.I watched as Nana walked away, Simon’s grip tight on her wrist as he pulled her along like some devoted husband. It was laughable. He could bring her flowers, kiss her senseless in her office, whisper whatever sweet lies he thought would keep her tethered to him—but it wouldn’t last.She took one last look at me. Hesitant. Conflicted.Good.Her faith in him was already crumbling, even if she wasn’t ready to admit it yet. And Simon’s pathetic affections wouldn’t hold her together for much longer.Earlier, I met up with Maddy, expecting her to deliver exactly what I needed. Instead, she brought something entirely different.“I’m sorry, Noah.” Her voice was strained, her hands clasped together in desperation.I frowned, already knowing what was coming.“I failed.” She swallowed hard, glancing away. “But—I have an explanation.”My silence urged her to continue. I took in the marks
“Please, what?” I twisted my finger, curling it, dragging it against the soft, sensitive walls inside her. She tasted divine. I groaned, shoving my fingers back inside her, thrusting, curling, teasing. This time, I went deeper, stroking, teasing. I found that sensitive little spot that made her body go weak and pressed against it ruthlessly. Her thighs trembled. Her walls clenched tight again, desperate, begging. She got close. But I ripped my fingers away again. She whined. A frustrated, broken sound. “Simon, please—” I gripped her jaw, tilting her face up. Making her look at me. Her lips were swollen, wet from the cries and gasps that had slipped past them. Beautiful. “You don’t get to beg,” I said, my voice low, dangerous. “Not after what you did.” “What?” Her eyes shone with confusion. She was too wrecked to understand, to think properly. Good. I slipped my fingers past my lips, licking away the taste of her, savoring her. And then I stood, leaving her panti
“Simon what are you doing?” Nana asked, her breath shuddering. I remained silent soaking in her disheveled state and ragged breaths. She looked so fucking beautiful, too beautiful. Every inch of her begged to be marked, bruised and tortured by me. Fuck I wanted to hurt her and make her enjoy every bit of it but I couldn’t. She was too pure for me. She tried to get up but I pushed her back, following as she landed softly on the bed, my hands found hers and pinned them above her head. More confusion flickered in those amber depths but I didn’t care. I needed more I wanted more. My blood ran hot rushing everywhere most especially my dick. I leaned into her ears, kissing the back close to her neck. My breath hit against her skin. Her breath hitched. “Simon” she called but her voice only dissipated with the air. I peeled back again. “I hate you Nana.” The words almost slipped out of my tongue but they remained in my head. “You have no idea how much I want to wreck you.” With
Nana was still crying. That soft, pathetic sound clawed at something deep inside me. It made my chest feel tight, my fingers twitch at my sides. Fucking Noah. It was always him. Always lingering, always finding a way to ruin what was mine. But the worst part? The part that made my jaw lock, my fists curl? Nana cared. She shouldn’t. She should be disgusted by him the way I was. She should hate him. She should have looked at him with nothing but dismissal, but instead, she was soft. Soft in ways she never should be with him. Her eyes had been wide, filled with something she had no business feeling for another man. For my fucking brother. The way she looked at him burned through me like gasoline to an open flame. And now she was crying for him. I hated it. Not just the sound, but the reason. That she was crying for something so pathetic, so unworthy. She cared too much, cared for people who didn’t deserve it, and it made me sick. But then, a thought—a dangerous, sickening
SIMONNoah sat at the counter of the small inbuilt bar, completely at ease in my house—like a wolf that had just wandered into the den of another, unbothered by whose territory he had just invaded. He held a glass of whiskey between his fingers, swirling the amber liquid as if he owned the place. A slow, smug smile curved his lips when his gaze met mine.I stilled, my body tensing before I even spoke. “What the hell are you doing here?” My voice came out low, tight, barely controlled.Noah took a lazy sip before setting the glass down, his expression deliberately casual. “Relax, big brother. I’m just being a good neighbor.”Nana turned to look at him, surprise flickering in her soft features. “Neighbor?”Noah chuckled, slow and amused, like he was enjoying a private joke. “Luigi sold his mansion to me. I’m the new owner.” His gaze flickered back to me, sharp and calculating. “We’re neighbors now, Simon.”The words rang in my ears like a goddamn siren. Of course. I should’ve known. Noa
NANA'S POVSimon was being nice now, but I couldn’t shake the anxiety creeping into my chest. Would this last? Or was this just another moment before the cold shoulder returned—before he started treating me like I was nothing more than some obsessed fan who annoyed him?Was it because I mentioned wanting a child? Was this his way of talking me out of it? Or had he actually realized how much he’d been hurting me?I wanted to believe it was the latter. God, I wanted to believe it.But Simon was unpredictable. Always.Even now, after he told me to stay away from Noah, I wanted to argue—but I didn’t. I just nodded and let the words settle inside me.Because that’s what I always did.I always chose him.“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?”His voice was smooth, drawing me back into the moment. I looked up, startled to find his eyes fixed on me.“Oh, uh…” I forced a small smile. “It’s nothing.”It was a lie. A clumsy, obvious one.Simon smirked. “You’re not a very good lia
Simon’s POVNana was slipping away from me.It wasn’t obvious, not yet, but I could see the signs. The hesitation in her eyes. The way she didn’t lean into me like she used to. The lack of warmth in her voice when she said my name. It was my fault obviously but I couldn’t have her walking away. Never. She was mine to hurt alone. I led her through the restaurant, my grip around her wrist firm but not tight enough to raise suspicion. I preferred control wrapped in silk, not iron. People glanced as we passed—admiring, envious. The powerful CEO and his elegant wife. Picture perfect.Except she wasn’t adored. She was possessed.The host pulled out her chair, but I beat him to it, taking her hand and pressing my lips to her knuckles before guiding her down. A small gesture, a carefully placed thread in the unraveling fabric of her devotion.She stiffened for a moment, and then her eyes flickered—hope.Pathetic. Poor thing. I’d almost feel bad if she wasn’t such a fool for me. Even after e
Noah’s POVOh, sweetheart. If only you knew what your loving husband spends his nights doing to other women.I watched as Nana walked away, Simon’s grip tight on her wrist as he pulled her along like some devoted husband. It was laughable. He could bring her flowers, kiss her senseless in her office, whisper whatever sweet lies he thought would keep her tethered to him—but it wouldn’t last.She took one last look at me. Hesitant. Conflicted.Good.Her faith in him was already crumbling, even if she wasn’t ready to admit it yet. And Simon’s pathetic affections wouldn’t hold her together for much longer.Earlier, I met up with Maddy, expecting her to deliver exactly what I needed. Instead, she brought something entirely different.“I’m sorry, Noah.” Her voice was strained, her hands clasped together in desperation.I frowned, already knowing what was coming.“I failed.” She swallowed hard, glancing away. “But—I have an explanation.”My silence urged her to continue. I took in the marks
The air in the room changed, thickening with something I couldn’t quite name. His fingers, which had been idly tapping against the desk a second ago, stopped moving.And then, slowly, his expression hardened.“What is this about?” His voice was cold, almost detached.“You know what this is about, Simon.” I searched his face for a reaction, but he remained silent. “I think… a child would bring us back together. Just like before.”His jaw tensed. “Nana, we agreed—”“I know what we agreed on,” I cut in. “But things have changed.” My voice was firm, but my chest ached. “You were gone all night, Simon. You didn’t even return my calls.”Silence. He just watched me, his gaze unreadable.I took a shaky breath. “You say we’re fine, but you and I both know that’s not true.”His expression didn’t shift, but for a brief second—so quick I almost doubted it—I thought I saw it. Guilt. It flickered across his face before vanishing into indifference.“This isn’t about a child,” he said finally.My hea
Nana’s POVThe alarm buzzed, jolting me upright in bed. My heart pounded in my chest as I blinked against the dim light filtering through the curtains. When did I fall asleep?I had only closed my eyes to push away unnecessary feelings—about Noah, about Simon, about the gnawing anxiety that had been sitting in my gut since last night.I glanced around. The room was empty. He never came home.My stomach clenched, but I quickly shoved the feeling down. He probably had something to do. That’s all. It’s what I’ve always told myself. It’s what I had to tell myself.Simon would never betray me.And I would never betray him.That’s how it had always been.And I needed to set boundaries with Noah. I needed to focus. Everything would sort itself out.The sun had barely risen when I headed out for work. Work—the one constant in my life. Some people dreaded it, but for me, it was an escape. A place where my thoughts quieted, where I could pretend everything outside the office didn’t exist.Wit