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[Bianca]I felt my body trembling in both frustration and rage. How dare he? Who the hell did he think he was? I didn't care how much money he thought he had, but he was out of his mind if he expected me to simply go down without a fight."B?""B?" Grayson's voice almost startled me, pulling me back to the present. His hand landed gently on my shoulder, causing me to flinch in response. I looked down at my own hands, only now noticing that my fists were clenched so tight my knuckles had turned bone white. Slowly, I unclenched them, letting out a shaky breath as I tried to regain control. "Hey, it's okay," he said, his tone soft. "Maybe just... take it easy, okay? I can stay back for a few days, and help you find somewhere new, somewhere decent. Make sure you're settled."I took another steadying breath, watching as the movers continued packing up my things with a strange, detached focus. I barely heard Grayson as he continued speaking until he said:"Or you could consider my offer,
Last Updated : 2025-02-09His Plaything Mr Wentworth
[Bianca]The last thing I remembered was Grayson's voice shouting, ordering people to get out of the way while one or two others pushed me out of what sounded like an ambulance. My eyelids were heavy and the sounds were blurry and distant.When I opened my eyes with a sharp gasp, I found myself lying in a hospital bed, a drip attached to my hand. It took a few seconds for my brain to kickstart. Beside me, Grayson was slumped in a chair, head resting on the bed. The moment I shifted, he jerked upright, blinking at me with wide, startled eyes."Holy shit! Don't scare me like that, B. What the hell happened?" He shot up from his seat, hovering as if he didn't know what to do with his hands.I blinked, struggling to process it all. "I... don't know," I replied, shaking my head.Grayson immediately moved to the door. "Stay put. I'll get the doctor."He was gone before I could protest, and I sat there in silence, gripping the thin blanket covering my legs. The events before I'd blacked out
Last Updated : 2025-02-12His Plaything Inner Conflict—Anger
[Bianca]I bit his lips, shoving him off me. His eyes widened momentarily, but then he smirked, touching his bleeding lip with one hand. Without warning, his hand shot out, gripping my upper arm with a bruising force. I braced myself, expecting him to lash out, but instead, he leaned in, his breath warm and unsettling against my ear."If you do that, I may not be able to hold back." A dangerous light danced in his eyes as he licked his lips. "Pain... does wild things to me.""If you touch me, I swear I'll scream. My friend knows I'm here, I'll fucking sue you!" I started blurting out all the threats I could think of in fear that he would force me into something I didn't want. "Oh, relax." He rolled his eyes, letting out a low, mocking laugh. "I may be a lot of things, sweetheart, but I'm not a rapist." His smirk widened, his fingers tightening on my arm just a fraction. "Now go on. Hit me.""What?" I asked incredulously but his tone dropped."Hit me, unless I'll hit you." He said wit
Last Updated : 2025-02-14His Plaything Three Minutes
[Dante]"Careful, Bianca... you don't know what you're inviting."I forced her back against the elevator wall, feeling the heat radiating from her as she arched as though our bodies belonged together. It was cute. Not hot, just cute. Her hands grasped my tie, pulling me closer, and I couldn't suppress a low growl. Now that was hot...I got hard at the thought of being inside her once more— to bury myself deep, deep enough to make her feel it in her stomach, deep enough that her walls would be clenching for dear life. 'Fuck...' I cursed under my breath as she yanked me down, demanding more. My fingers worked to undo unhook her bra, peeling it away alongside her shirt.Her breasts came free—perfectly shaped, with a delicate blush at the centre that seemed almost made to taunt me. They were full yet perfectly fitting her frame, drawing me in, silently begging my lips to consume them.I cupped them firmly, kneading and moulding them as I ground my bulge against her, our bodies aligning. M
Last Updated : 2025-02-15His Plaything Dramatic
[Grayson]I sat in my car, staring at the polished glass exterior of The Burge. Something in the name alone didn't sit right with me. Bianca had been acting strangely. From the second we were reunited until her temper tantrum at the hospital. I knew her all too well to know when she was trying to shoulder problems all alone—enough to know when she was in trouble.I'd followed her taxi here, telling myself it wasn't stalking—it was concern, undeniably so.Concern. Right. That's what I called this restless feeling in my stomach. The last time she said she had 'things to handle,' I got a call that she was in the hospital and suffered from a freaking heart attack! That was five years ago. Till today, she never told me what exactly she 'had to handle.'I didn't want to seem like a creep, but Bianca was my dear friend and the type of person who couldn't make any new friends. I guess maybe anyone who didn't know her for as long would think she was just a stuck-up little brat. But she'd face
Last Updated : 2025-02-16His Plaything What I Can’t Have, I’d Rather Ruin
[Dante]I looked down at the woman, sprawled unconscious at the edge of the bed—my bed. Her chest rose and fell with shallow breaths. Her shirt had lost most of its buttons so her red, lace bra was exposed. I wondered what face she'd be making when she regained her senses and the effects of the drug wore off.I unbuttoned my suit jacket without taking my eyes off her, sliding it off my shoulders before tossing it carelessly onto the armchair in the corner. My inner shirt followed suit. The cool air brushed over my skin as I turned toward the bathroom, locking the door behind me with a soft click.From the pocket of my trousers, I retrieved her panties. Bianca's red lace, delicate and damp, was a treasure I hadn't planned to stumble upon tonight. The moment I held it up, the scent of her arousal hit me like a drug—overwhelming and utterly intoxicating."Dirty little liar," I muttered, my voice low and condescending. She always played the innocent card so well, but this... this was a de
Last Updated : 2025-02-18His Plaything Fatal Obsession
[Dante]"Send the person away!" I ordered."That might not be possible sir, he's still outside but claims he'll call the cops if he can't speak with a Ms Bianca Campbell."My eyes narrowed at the woman beneath me who had a slightly hopeful look in her eyes. "Who exactly is out there?" I asked casually.She furrowed her brows as if it took effort to piece the thought together. "Gray. He's here to save me," she giggled, kicking her legs against the mattress in what I assumed was excitement.She was still out of it. I wasn't sure if constant use of that drug would turn her into a retard over time but I could only wait and find out. Either way, she would be easier to control when her brain and mind were a bit slower. A dog who tried to be sharper than its owner would only cause discord—not like she could be sharper than I even while she was fully sane.It was a bit ironic, how low this woman I worshipped had fallen. But it wasn't low enough—far from it. I leaned in, brushing my lips alo
Last Updated : 2025-02-22His Plaything An Inferiority Complex
[Keith]"I have a session with Bella, so I need you to drive Bianca to that address."Dante barely spared me a glance as he said it, too busy cradling the half-conscious woman in his arms. His voice was as casual as ever as if he weren't passing off his latest conquest like discarded luggage.I forced a smile. "Sure, no problem."I reached to take her from him, but the moment my hands touched her body, Dante's grip tightened. His dark eyes bore into mine."I believe this should be common sense, but don't try anything with her." His voice dropped in a warning.I sighed dramatically. "Have you so little trust in me? I wouldn't take advantage of an unconscious woman." Then, with a smirk, I added, "She won't even get wet if she's not awake."The death glare that followed nearly made me regret the joke. I let out an awkward chuckle, raising my hands in surrender. "Relax, I'm just kidding."Dante's humourless stare lingered a second longer before he finally handed her over, but even then, h
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[Bianca]I woke up with a groan, feeling like drums were being hammered inside my head. Despite being laid on something soft, my body felt heavy and desperately weak. Everything was sluggish—my limbs, my mind, even my ability to breathe without putting extra effort into doing so."Fuck..." I muttered, pressing my fingers against my temple as I sat up on the couch. Slowly lifting my eyes to take note of my unfamiliar surroundings, I whispered, "Where... am I?" It was just then that I recalled the memories from earlier. The meeting at the Burge, the elevator ride, Dante Wentworth and the words I had spoken to Grayson."No!" I panicked, quickly rising.My legs felt like jelly, both knees giving way until I collapsed on the cold ground. I winced, tears forming in my eyes as I tried to make sense of it all. My mind was suddenly clear. I recalled everything so vividly—even the pain emanating from the bruise on my knee. It was real.I had ruined a lifelong friendship with Grayson just bec
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[Keith]"I have a session with Bella, so I need you to drive Bianca to that address."Dante barely spared me a glance as he said it, too busy cradling the half-conscious woman in his arms. His voice was as casual as ever as if he weren't passing off his latest conquest like discarded luggage.I forced a smile. "Sure, no problem."I reached to take her from him, but the moment my hands touched her body, Dante's grip tightened. His dark eyes bore into mine."I believe this should be common sense, but don't try anything with her." His voice dropped in a warning.I sighed dramatically. "Have you so little trust in me? I wouldn't take advantage of an unconscious woman." Then, with a smirk, I added, "She won't even get wet if she's not awake."The death glare that followed nearly made me regret the joke. I let out an awkward chuckle, raising my hands in surrender. "Relax, I'm just kidding."Dante's humourless stare lingered a second longer before he finally handed her over, but even then, h
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[Dante]"Send the person away!" I ordered."That might not be possible sir, he's still outside but claims he'll call the cops if he can't speak with a Ms Bianca Campbell."My eyes narrowed at the woman beneath me who had a slightly hopeful look in her eyes. "Who exactly is out there?" I asked casually.She furrowed her brows as if it took effort to piece the thought together. "Gray. He's here to save me," she giggled, kicking her legs against the mattress in what I assumed was excitement.She was still out of it. I wasn't sure if constant use of that drug would turn her into a retard over time but I could only wait and find out. Either way, she would be easier to control when her brain and mind were a bit slower. A dog who tried to be sharper than its owner would only cause discord—not like she could be sharper than I even while she was fully sane.It was a bit ironic, how low this woman I worshipped had fallen. But it wasn't low enough—far from it. I leaned in, brushing my lips alo
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[Dante]I looked down at the woman, sprawled unconscious at the edge of the bed—my bed. Her chest rose and fell with shallow breaths. Her shirt had lost most of its buttons so her red, lace bra was exposed. I wondered what face she'd be making when she regained her senses and the effects of the drug wore off.I unbuttoned my suit jacket without taking my eyes off her, sliding it off my shoulders before tossing it carelessly onto the armchair in the corner. My inner shirt followed suit. The cool air brushed over my skin as I turned toward the bathroom, locking the door behind me with a soft click.From the pocket of my trousers, I retrieved her panties. Bianca's red lace, delicate and damp, was a treasure I hadn't planned to stumble upon tonight. The moment I held it up, the scent of her arousal hit me like a drug—overwhelming and utterly intoxicating."Dirty little liar," I muttered, my voice low and condescending. She always played the innocent card so well, but this... this was a de
His Plaything Dramatic
[Grayson]I sat in my car, staring at the polished glass exterior of The Burge. Something in the name alone didn't sit right with me. Bianca had been acting strangely. From the second we were reunited until her temper tantrum at the hospital. I knew her all too well to know when she was trying to shoulder problems all alone—enough to know when she was in trouble.I'd followed her taxi here, telling myself it wasn't stalking—it was concern, undeniably so.Concern. Right. That's what I called this restless feeling in my stomach. The last time she said she had 'things to handle,' I got a call that she was in the hospital and suffered from a freaking heart attack! That was five years ago. Till today, she never told me what exactly she 'had to handle.'I didn't want to seem like a creep, but Bianca was my dear friend and the type of person who couldn't make any new friends. I guess maybe anyone who didn't know her for as long would think she was just a stuck-up little brat. But she'd face
His Plaything Three Minutes
[Dante]"Careful, Bianca... you don't know what you're inviting."I forced her back against the elevator wall, feeling the heat radiating from her as she arched as though our bodies belonged together. It was cute. Not hot, just cute. Her hands grasped my tie, pulling me closer, and I couldn't suppress a low growl. Now that was hot...I got hard at the thought of being inside her once more— to bury myself deep, deep enough to make her feel it in her stomach, deep enough that her walls would be clenching for dear life. 'Fuck...' I cursed under my breath as she yanked me down, demanding more. My fingers worked to undo unhook her bra, peeling it away alongside her shirt.Her breasts came free—perfectly shaped, with a delicate blush at the centre that seemed almost made to taunt me. They were full yet perfectly fitting her frame, drawing me in, silently begging my lips to consume them.I cupped them firmly, kneading and moulding them as I ground my bulge against her, our bodies aligning. M
His Plaything Inner Conflict—Anger
[Bianca]I bit his lips, shoving him off me. His eyes widened momentarily, but then he smirked, touching his bleeding lip with one hand. Without warning, his hand shot out, gripping my upper arm with a bruising force. I braced myself, expecting him to lash out, but instead, he leaned in, his breath warm and unsettling against my ear."If you do that, I may not be able to hold back." A dangerous light danced in his eyes as he licked his lips. "Pain... does wild things to me.""If you touch me, I swear I'll scream. My friend knows I'm here, I'll fucking sue you!" I started blurting out all the threats I could think of in fear that he would force me into something I didn't want. "Oh, relax." He rolled his eyes, letting out a low, mocking laugh. "I may be a lot of things, sweetheart, but I'm not a rapist." His smirk widened, his fingers tightening on my arm just a fraction. "Now go on. Hit me.""What?" I asked incredulously but his tone dropped."Hit me, unless I'll hit you." He said wit
His Plaything Mr Wentworth
[Bianca]The last thing I remembered was Grayson's voice shouting, ordering people to get out of the way while one or two others pushed me out of what sounded like an ambulance. My eyelids were heavy and the sounds were blurry and distant.When I opened my eyes with a sharp gasp, I found myself lying in a hospital bed, a drip attached to my hand. It took a few seconds for my brain to kickstart. Beside me, Grayson was slumped in a chair, head resting on the bed. The moment I shifted, he jerked upright, blinking at me with wide, startled eyes."Holy shit! Don't scare me like that, B. What the hell happened?" He shot up from his seat, hovering as if he didn't know what to do with his hands.I blinked, struggling to process it all. "I... don't know," I replied, shaking my head.Grayson immediately moved to the door. "Stay put. I'll get the doctor."He was gone before I could protest, and I sat there in silence, gripping the thin blanket covering my legs. The events before I'd blacked out
His Plaything I Know What You Did
[Bianca]I felt my body trembling in both frustration and rage. How dare he? Who the hell did he think he was? I didn't care how much money he thought he had, but he was out of his mind if he expected me to simply go down without a fight."B?""B?" Grayson's voice almost startled me, pulling me back to the present. His hand landed gently on my shoulder, causing me to flinch in response. I looked down at my own hands, only now noticing that my fists were clenched so tight my knuckles had turned bone white. Slowly, I unclenched them, letting out a shaky breath as I tried to regain control. "Hey, it's okay," he said, his tone soft. "Maybe just... take it easy, okay? I can stay back for a few days, and help you find somewhere new, somewhere decent. Make sure you're settled."I took another steadying breath, watching as the movers continued packing up my things with a strange, detached focus. I barely heard Grayson as he continued speaking until he said:"Or you could consider my offer,
