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“Y-you should come with me.” The instant the words leave my mouth, I know I’m dead. “Huh?” she blurts, as confused and surprised as I am. Then I think, ‘This is your chance, Ryan. Tell her you’re just kidding.’“I mean,” I clear my throat, “Hazel… will you be my prom date?” Oh, fuck! I can’t help it—I want her to come with me and experience it. The sadness in her voice makes it seem like she truly regrets missing it prom.I never took much interest in prom. it’s almost like a waste of time—getting all dressed up, doing that cringe dance, eating food, which we can do anywhere. But then, if I have prom with the right person… maybe I can enjoy it. And that right person is Hazel. She shakes her head frantically. “No, Ryan, what do you mean? Y—you already have a girlfriend that you should take her—” “Hazel—” “—besides, I’m a third-year college student, not a high school senior. I’m not 18, Ryan... It’ll be weird.” She argues.“Girlfriend?” I murmur to myself, my gaze drifti
I walk down the stairs leading to the mansion’s yard, Aldo’s hand steadying mineI should be annoyed by his presence, but my focus is entirely on Ryan.He’s waiting for me at the foot of the stairs, his gaze fixed on me as if I’m the only thing that exists in his world. I look down at my dress for a brief second. It’s like I’m the main character of a princess fairytale.The soft pink dress flows like a dream, shimmering , as if sprinkled with stardust. The bodice hugs my torso snugly, clinging to my waist and bust. Thin straps rest on my shoulders, and the ethereal off-the-shoulder tulle sleeves fall over my arms, fluttering gently against my skin. The full skirt cascades gracefully to the floor, its layers endless, light, and airy—it almost feels like I’m floating in the sky. The whole dress is perfection, but when I think I’ve experienced perfection, the moment I finally get off the stairs and reach Ryan is when I see what real perfection is. “You look very beautiful,” he whis
Sooner than i expect, Jenna starts to strut toward us. Each stride, confident and full of power.When she is about eight feet away from us, Hazel clings closer to me, her head lifting up as she clutches my arm, and I turn to her.“I think I see her now,” she says nervously, glancing at Jenna’s determined approach. “And I hate to admit it, she looks stunning,” she adds in a hushed whisper, but I catch it. “Not as stunning as you,” I assure her. There’s no need to feel insecure now, Hazel. You’re the one I want, not Jenna. “Well, if it isn’t the motherfucking lying cheater,” she sneers, as she struts and stops sharply in front of me, her glare burning into me, her voice loud enough to turn a few heads nearby towards us. “Why do you look so surprised?” She questions, enlarging her eyes. “You thought I’d be at home crying into a box of tissues all weekend? Because you broke up with me over a text, two days before prom, and blocked me when I tried to call?” “Jenna—” “Fuck you, Rya
Jenna’s face twists with confusion, but before she can say anything, I pull her toward me, wrap my arm tightly around her torso, and cover her mouth with my hand.“Mmh mmh mmh!!” She struggles but I walk forward with her and when I reach the door, the hand I use to cover her mouth moves down to open it.“What the hell are you doing, Ryan!” she yells, using the opportunity.I ignore her pushing the door open then lunge in immediately, closing it behind me.Still holding her against me, my eyes adjust to the dark room—it’s almost like a storage room cluttered with worn-out designs and furniture.‘No one will be coming in here anytime soon.’“Ryan!&rdq
All eyes are on me as I approach the round table where my group of three friends sits with their prom dates and girlfriends. And then there’s Hazel, sitting next to an empty chair, staring at me with widened eyes that’s full of questionsAt least she keeps the questions to herself. My friends? Of course, they won’t. “How did it go with Jenna? Saw her leaving with you,” Dylan asks, his dark eyes glinting with mischief.“Obviously not good. Did you see that? She tried to throw her wine on his new pretty girlfriend,” Luis, the blonde one, enters, obviously wanting to increase the drama.He is my friend. I trust him, but there’s something off about the way he looks at hazel. He was also the only one that reached for a handshake. And why the fuck does he keep calling her pretty when his girlfriend is right next to him.“Where is she, though?” Dylan’s girlfriend asks. “She, uh—” “Ryan…” Luis’s girlfriend, Becky starts but she falters, glancing at Hazel before continuing. “What really
I stare at the furious girl, completely at a loss of words. I am just as confused and clueless as she is. I don't understand. What exactly is happening? Ryan told me Jenna went home. He even said, “She won’t come back. I made sure of that.”Wait— Now that I think of it, that statement and the way he expressed it felt a bit eerily suspicious. A thought creeps in, making my chest tighten.Did Ryan lie to me? Or worse, did he—fuck!— Oh my gosh did he do something to Jenna?! What? Why would I think such? I vigorously shake my head, pushing away the thought. I know Ryan, he’s kind, calm, playful and considerate. He would never! My gaze focuses back on the furious girl. “Look, I honestly don’t know where your friend is. Maybe you can—” “That’s a lie! You two—” “Lila!” Ryan’s deep voice rings through my ears from behind me, sharp and commanding, making me flinch.I turn my head to see towering my form behind me. When did he get down here? He grabs my arm firmly, protectively pul
Ryan’s gaze darkens as he moves closer to my face. “Kiss me like you need me.”I want him. I desperately need him. Yet I’ve been holding back so much—because of fear and the risk that comes with our connection.But now, I won’t hold back, we’re alone after all, away from the confines of the mansion with eyes everywhere.Now, it’s just the two of us.His warm breath tingles my skin as I inch towards him, my eyes fixed on his pink inviting lips. Parting my lips, I mash it on his and he immediately slides his tongue in my mouth, claiming me at a hungry pace. I let out a moan, my hands rising up his broad back.They reach into his hair, fingers digging into his scalp as our tongue swirls over eachother, fluids mixing.Our breathing becomes ragged as he pushes
“You’ll love this. I promise.” Ryan assures, his hot breath fanning against the soft flesh of my pussy.I shudder as I feel Ryan's warm tongue on the rim of my pussy, he licks my leaking wetness back up to the fleshy pussy.“Ughhh.” He suddenly rises, up throwing his head back with a languid groan. “Damn, you taste great, Hazel.” My body shivers with unnerving pleasure coursing through my veins as he stares at my leaking pussy like a predator about to feast on his prey. The feeling of his warm tongue still lingering on my pussy. “This needs to come off.” He husks, his voice rough and filled with lust as he pulls my panties off. He raises it up my thighs, leans back and drags it over my knee and down my legs. I lift my legs and push them off me entirely. As they come off, he seises my leg, spreads it wider than before and angles his head between my thighs.His tongue glides up and down between my inner lips, and I arch with a gasp as they find my clit. “Oooh God!” He swirls his tongu
I’ve been in the living room for hours, sunk into one of the plush sofas, watching staff and Lennox’s men pass by as they go about their duties. But none of it registers.My thoughts are fixated on one thing.‘I’m pregnant.’And I still don’t know how to reveal it to everyone, especially Lennox.“Ma’am… Madam Hazel!” A voice pulls me from my daze. My unfocused eyes settle on the blurred figure in front of me.“Adora?” I murmur.“Yes, ma’am, it’s me. Adora,” she says sarcastically, a hint of humor in her voice.“Master is on his way. I suggest you wait for him at the entrance,” she informs me. I give a barely noticeable nod and rise to my feet, only to stumble. But Madam Adora is quick to catch me.“Are you okay, Hazel?” she asks, brows raised, her hands gripping my forearms firmly.“Yes… yes,” I reply, pulling away from her grasp. I can feel her suspicious gaze on me as I walk away, but I ignore it.I make my way to the lobby that leads to the grand double doors of the entrance.Two m
Lennox really pushed me to my limit last night. He wasn’t joking when he said he’d keep going until I passed out. And for some reason, I didn’t.So he went on and on until he finally climaxed—something I had started to think was impossible. By then, I was already long gone, my body nothing more than a lifeless, fuck doll.I have no idea when I drifted into darkness, but I am more than happy to wake up to Lennox not by my side or even in his room.My gaze flicks around the room, searching for the time. It lands on the alarm clock on the nightstand.‘10:30 AM’“He must have left earlier,” I mumble, my voi voice dlow and dry with exhaustionI hope he doesn’t come back todayEvery muscle in my body feels weak, sore, completely worn out.I’m naked, draped in the thick sheets. I peel them off my body, exposing myself to the cool air and my eyes. I’m showered in hickeys, littering my arms and shoulders—I’m sure there are more on my neck. My hands instinctively reach up to my neck, rubbing
TRIGGER WARNING: May contain dubious content, readers discretion is advised.“Tonight, my cock will teach you a better lesson than those silly toys,” Lennox says, his eyes blazing with a primal hunger as he rips off his shirt.My heart thuds loudly against my chest, as he hovers over me. My breath catches in my throat as he abruptly pulls up my loose dress revealing my pale skin, and he snaps it out of my body.“Lennox” I pant, “I’m sorry I won’t be late again, please be gentle with me.”A sly grin spreads across his lips as he chuckles darkly, “You just love to piss me off, don’t you? Then beg, acting all innocent. Expecting what? pity?”He leans in his hot breath fanning my neck. “ I told you it only makes me want to crush you more,” he whispers, something much more dangerous in his tone than his words.His body presses against mine as he grips my bra top, tearing it away. His hands seize my breasts, drawing loud gasps from my lips“Let’s see how much you enjoy your pussy getting re
“She killed herself,” Ryan says.I stare at him, at a complete loss for words.We’re outside on a cushioned sofa by the pool, choosing to stay in the open where no one would suspect anything. I take a slow, steady breath, letting it all sink in.Today, I realize just how strong Ryan is, he’s so much more than strong. I can’t even imagine it, my heart aches for him deeply—he watched his own mother take her life, at such a young age. I don’t even want to begin to imagine how such a small mind and heart could process all that—or even try to understand.The fact that he still remembers everything in detail… is heart-wrenching. It must have been so traumatizing for him— a nightmare that never truly left him.“I… I am so sorry—” I start hesitantly.“Shhh.” He cuts me off gently. “It’s not your fault… it’s my dad’s. Besides, it’s in the past. It made me who I am today.”I nod, allowing silence to settle between us. The weight of the moment lingers, heavy and unspoken. I want to ask more qu
*Ryan’s Narration*“My mother, Olivia Zephyr was everything my father was not—kind, spiritual, full of joy and hope. She always saw the good in everything, gave everyone a chance.But then, she gave my father a chance… and stupidly fell for him.Initially, My mom believed him to be merely the troubled son of an affluent man. However, as they got married , she uncovered a startling truth—she had become entwined with a formidable mafia empire that ruled the underworld.Yet, her feelings for my father didn’t change mch. She still loved my father, and so did my father. He loved her, so dearly, she was his everything, his treasure, his obsession, she made him want to change, even if it was the slightest bit of change— but that was impossible.For a while, their lives were relatively normal.Until my mother learned just how many people my father had killed, since he was sixteen.My father of course kept it a secret from her, but… the truth always finds its way out.Three months into their mar
My heart seizes in my chest as I jolt upright, a sharp gasp ripping from my throat. My breath comes fast and uneven, my pulse pounding so violently it drowns out every other sound.My fingers clutch at the sheets, trembling, desperate for something—anything—to ground me. But the suffocating weight of fear refuses to ease. Too many emotions, terror, pain, confusion—they all crash over me at once, drowning me in their ruthless grip.It takes a moment of wild, darting eyes for me to finally realize where I am.Lennox’s room.‘When… how… did I get here?’A sharp, blinding pain pierces my skull, and in a cruel instant, memories flood back, as I remember the last thing that happened before I suddenly found myself Torture.I was screaming. Begging. For hours—endless hours—trapped in agony. The torment never stopped. Again and again, it tore through me, until my body decided to pity me and fall into unconsciousness.And now… now I’m here.Just thinking about it, a fresh wave of pain pulses t
Disclaimer: This chapter contains BDSM themes, including power dynamics and restraint. Reader discretion is advised.‘Just what vile things is Lennox planning on doing to me in this nightmare of a room?’Lennox jerks his head toward my lingerie panties, and my eyes drops down to it. ‘He wants me to take these off too?’‘Of course he does’My fingers tremble as they hook into the waistband of my panties, slowly peeling them down my bare thighs. When the fabric pools at my ankles, I step out, straightening back up, our eyes meet.His eyes gleam with a sharp, predatory intensity, dark and unyielding as they lock onto me. “Good,” he murmurs. “Come here,” he orders, pointing toward a strange bench with belt cuffs and chains attached to it.I walk towards it my eyes darting anxiously between it and Lennox trying to understand why he wants me near such a furniture.“Have you ever been stimulated for hours non stop?” he asks, and I turn to him with both a shocked and confused expression.He
“Follow me to my room,” Lennox says as soon as we arrive on the second floor, making me freeze in my stance.I was about to turn toward my own room, assuming he’d continue up the stairs to his, but—“Did you not hear me—”A door creaks open down the hall, cutting him off. I snap my head toward the sound and find Ryan stepping out of his room.“Ryan,” I breathe out in relief, barely above a whisper.He strolls down the hallway, hands casually tucked into his pockets, but his gaze isn’t on me—it’s locked onto his father.“So,” Ryan drawls, his voice cool but edged. “How was the party, Dad?”Lennox scoffs, unimpressed and uninterested. “Kacie,” he calls, sharp and commanding, drawing my attention back to him. “My room. Now.”A weight settles in my chest, but I give a solemn nod. He doesn’t wait, just turns on his heel and heads toward the staircase leading to the top floor. I follow in small, hesitant steps.“Kacie…” I hear Ryan’s distant hesitant voice. Risking a glance back, I see Ryan
I slip away from the crowd to a quieter corner of the venue, not hesitating to snag a glass of champagne from a passing tray.Taking a sip, I exhale, the tension in my chest easing slightly. My gaze drifts over the lavish hall, the glittering chandeliers, and the hum of conversation, until I notice a secluded lounge area tucked along the edge of the room.I walk over and take a seat in the comfortable velvet chair when I see a young woman, dressed in a fitted red gown, striding confidently in my direction. Her chin is held high, and her sharp eyes are locked on me.I glance away quickly. ‘Oh no, I sense trouble.’“Hey,” she greets smoothly, her voice commanding enough to pull my eyes back to her.I rise instinctively, nerves prickling under her scrutiny. “Hi…” I begin cautiously, then recognition clicks into place. Her face matches one I’d seen on the list earlier. “Mrs. Ellsworth, nice to finally meet you. I’ve heard so much about you.”She laughs lightly, a sound that seems polite y