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
Ryan’s lips press into my tummy in a light kiss, his voice drops to a whisper. “Don’t worry I'll figure it out.” “Ryan...” I mumble, my hands reaching for his round shoulder.He lifts back up and our gazes lock. “ You trust me right?” He asks“I do,” I answer, nodding my head. He leans forward, pulls down a pillow. He lifts my hips and places it underneath, angling my center perfectly to meet his groin.He shifts closer again, his cock lightly tapping against my mound making me shiver. I grab onto the sheets, preparing my mind and body for what’s to come. “Just go in slowly Ryan…” I whimper, turning my head sensually to the side. “and be gentle…. Don’t rush, don’t pull away.”“Yeah.” He responds lowly and I instantly feel his crown pressing gently against my slick slit. My pussy throbs and makes squelching sounds as he pushes the head of his cock through my vaginal opening slowly and gently.“Uuuhg” he growls as the entire crown of his cock gets buried in my snatch. Overwhelmed with
My eyes feel heavy as they flutter open to a new day. The soft glow of the nightlight fills the room, dim enough to ease me into wakefulness without the harsh shock of bright lights. Turning to the side of my bed, my eyes land on the alarm clock on the bedside table. “6:02 AM.” I read out the time. “It’s still quite early,” I murmur, my voice raspy from sleep. Sitting up, I stretch lazily on the bed, arms and legs reaching as far as they can. “Mmmh!” A contented moan escapes my lips, and a small smile spreads across my face as a giddy warmth rushes through me. I feel good—way too fucking good!I don’t think I’ve felt this good since the day I set foot in this mansion. I guess this is the real aftereffect of good sex with someone you truly want. A small giggle slips through my lips as last night’s memories flash through my mind, we were extremely lucky.~Last Night~Ryan creeps closer to me.“Let's stay like this for a while,” he whispers softly, his voice warm against my
~ RYAN ~Everything managed to fall right into place. I’m still not sure how we did it, but we did. Oh, how I’d love to turn back time, to relive the moment all over again— Every second of the feel of me inside her, the taste of her both in and out, her soft erotic moans filling my ears, driving me crazy.Gosh— It’s going to have to happen again soon and I’ll make sure of it. I can’t get enough of her. For now, I sink into my bed after a quick cold shower, my body still humming with the memory of Hazel, wishing she is right, sleeping next to me.Deep in sleep, my body shifts, turning over, but a face suddenly flashes in my head, jerking me upright. “Jenna!” I blurt. “Fuck!” That’s the fucking reason something felt so off the entire time. I completely forgot about Jenna. I never went back to that room to set her free, because I was too focused on getting Hazel back to the car before Aldo could come looking for her. At that time, Hazel was the only thing on my mind. Shit.
Trigger warning: Dub—con/Non—con. Blackmail. (If you easily get triggered yet still want to know what happens in the chapter, scroll down to the flowery chapter break and start reading from there ♥)“Come to my office,” Rafa says, his voice deep, unsettling, and psychotic.She whips around at the speed of lightning to face him. “But Master Rafa… I’m on kitchen duty tonight—”His piercing blue eyes darken. “I’m not going to ask you twice, so I’ll just drag you there.”His hand slips down her waist, and he grabs her by the wrist of the hand she’s using to hold the knife.Ruth’s body trembles. Rafa never takes no for an answer. So why would he now?“I’m sorry,” she yelps. “I’ll be there right now.”“Better,” he says, then releases her and walks off.Ruth drops the knife on the board and hastily runs after him.Inside his office, she finds him reclined casually on the sofa, legs spread. He barely glances at her before pointing at the space between his knees.She knows what he wants, and s
Now that Madam Adora is gone, a longtime maid gets assigned to be the new housekeeper.Sunday early morning, she steps into their room of four maids, and they all scramble to their feet, including Ruth.“For this week,” the housekeeper announces, “all of you will be sent to the villa. And four out of six girls over there will come in your place.”“Start packing your things,” she orders, then walks out of the room.Ruth’s chest tightens. Her temporary heaven has ended.When Madam Adora was still around, she’d stay for three weeks in the mansion and only one in the villa, while other girls spent only two or one week in the mansion. It was not fully Madam Adora’s doing. It was also Hazel’s, she had taken a liking to her, often requesting she stay close.But now, Madam Adora is dead. And Madam Hazel doesn’t trust anyone because of what happened.The privilege she once had—it’s all gone.She didn’t think she’d see the men in the villa spaces so soon.Ruth swallows hard as she folds clothes
~Present~Now he gets it.The one question Ryan’s always overlooked, seen as simple biology and blamed on the fact she was still a kid.Why does Melody look nothing like her father? She came out full blonde, bright blue eyes. Not even a trace of Lennox in her.His mother was blonde too, with light hazel eyes—but because of Lennox’s dominant genes, Ryan turned out brunette. Dark hazel eyes that often look brown.So, he’d just concluded that Selene must really have more dominant genes.But no. That’s not it.It all makes sense now.Melody doesn’t look like her father, because Lennox isn’t her father.She’s a full blonde because her real father, Rafaelle, also is. She has his eyes, his hair, now that he thinks of it, even his smile.Selene doesn’t have dominant genes—she and Rafa just have similar features.The hard reality is slowly starting to kick inAll this time… the little girl he thought was his sister? She’s not even related to him.And Rafa? Why he’s even helping Selene in the f
Selene confidently walked in.Inside were four men seated comfortably, and two men that looked like bodyguards standing by the wallTwo of the men by the right already had a girl draped over them. And by the left, there he was. Lennox.Dark hair, darker eyes. He didn’t even spare her a glance. Instead, his attention rested on the drink in his hand. Beside him was a man that looked much younger than all the men in the room. He was blonde, just like her.He even looked her age. It was scary, because of his piercing blue eyes and blonde hair—they almost looked like they were related.“I’m the one who called you,” the man by the far end said. She turned to the voice, very old, very wrinkly. They were the most horny. He already had a girl showering kisses all over him and massaging his crotch, yet he was looking for more.Typical. She’d come across so many of them in the underground brothel. Greedy. Never satisfied.“Oh,” Selene said sweetly, her eyes sliding to Lennox. Her voice, both cute
Another reason she reluctantly gave in to the men… was her father.She hoped—wherever they were taking her—he’d be there. Maybe she’d finally see him. For the last time.He was the only family she had left. She wanted to hug him one last time. Then scream at him. Maybe slap him—three, ten times, or more for shattering their perfect life into dust.But instead, they took her to the underground lounge of a strip club.The vibe and air there were very different from the one above. The air was thicker, quieter, heavier, sicker, way more intense. It was because down there the girls here were forced into it, drugged, broken, controlled, stripped of their rights, and given nothing in return.But above, the girls danced because they chose to. They wore bright makeup, owned their routines, laughed, earned, flirted. They had freedom—enough to walk in and out as they pleased, and most of all, they made their own money.Selene knew she somehow had to leave the underground and go to the higher gr
TRIGGER WARNING: Contains Offscreen Non-con, Murder.(Originally meant to be written in first pov)*~7 years ago~*The car screeched to a halt in front of 19-year-old Selene’s house.“Bye, babe,” she leaned in and kissed her boyfriend behind the steering wheel.It was 3 a.m., she had sneaked out of her house to go clubbing with her friends and boyfriend, and after that, went to her boyfriend's place to get even more freaky.“I wished you could’ve stayed over for the night. I’m already missing that kitty.”She giggled. “Some other time, baby. You know how my parents are. If they wake up and don’t see me, they’ll come with the police to your house.”In about four months she’d turn twenty, yet her parents still cherished her.Their lips met again in a slippery kiss before she pulled away, slipping out of the car and jogging toward the house.She was about to head towards the back door when she realized the front was slightly ajar.Fear and curiosity peaked in her as she walked to the fro
“You know I had BPD as a kid, right? I guess it’s resurfacing.”Selene’s skin crawls as she remembers the amount of times he tried to hurt Melody. The unease in her chest increases, and she’s about to reach out to take Melody from his arms, but he beats her to it, already letting her down.“It won’t happen again,” Ryan says, casting one last smile at Melody. She nods, and as he turns and leaves, a relieved sigh instantly escapes her.“Fucking weirdo,” she hisses under breath.But then she suddenly freezes. His words echoing in her mind. “One push down these stairs—just one push and you’d be dead.” She can still feel his intense grip tightening on her arm, his deadly stare still haunting her.“Uhhh.” She shivers.if Hazel hadn’t shown up? if she hadn’t called his name? What would have really happened after that.‘Would he have pushed me?’‘Would I be dead right now?’She inches forward, peeking around the corner, checking the hallway to see if he’s gone. Not even seeing his shadow, s
Content warning: Contains subtle narratives of sensitive topics; Non—con, Human trafficking.My chest tightens listening to Ruth, trying to process, and piece things up.“I don’t think you’ve ever seen Claudia…They surely made it that way. Made her a ghost” She continues.She’s always in the kitchen or in the room. Never in the corridor, never outside.Last week, I noticed that she suddenly finally vanished—not in the mansion, not in the Villa Personnel. Not anywhere.That means she succeeded. And as promised by Madam Selene and Mrs. Huxely, she was surely sent back home.I frown, shaking my head in disapproval. “That’s impossible.” “Neither Selene nor Mrs. Huxely have the right to hire maids and send them off however they like.” I argue, “They don’t even have the right to assign them here or to the Villa unless—”Realization strikes, as I lock eyes with Ruth. “Did she ever mention any of my father’s men? The best men?”Ruth shakes her head. “She hardly spoke to anyone. Always stay
“Kill her.”Hazel’s voice rings in my mind after I put her to rest. “Kill her.”It’s been non-stop, making me question my next move.“Kill her.”My eyes are glued to my phone screen. The live camera feed shows Selene in the backyard, playing with Melody.She’s laughing. Smiling. Tossing a ball back and forth with her daughter like she hasn’t shattered lives.As much as I want to fulfill Hazel’s request, one thing is holding me back—Melody. If Selene dies, in my hands or my father’s, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to handle the guilt of Melody growing up motherless, especially when I’ve experienced how horrible it is in this house.Despite the fact she is the daughter of a wench like Selene, she’s still my half-sister. I don’t want her to grow through the same thing I did.Selene steps away from Melody when someone offscreen calls her over. That’s my cue.I rise from the high stool at the bar—fast—and slide my phone into my pocket. I head toward the corridor that leads into the backy