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.
~ HAZEL ~My heart thuds loudly in my chest as I watch Ruth walk away to continue her duties.My head aches, my nerves are on edge, as worry course through me like a relentless tide. ‘Where could Ryan be? And why did he rush out, all alone, so early in the morning?’I know he’s an adult, strong, and probably far better equipped to handle danger than me— He can take care of himself. But the worry still clings stubbornly to my heart, refusing to let go. Needing to distract myself, I decide to get busy.I walk back into my room, heading straight to the bathroom to wash up. Maybe by the time I’m done, Ryan will be back from wherever he went. More than half an hour passes. I’m refreshed, dressed in a modest daytime outfit. Because Madam Adora is around, I’m more careful with what I wear. Leaving my room, I check Ryan’s door again, hoping he returned while I was in the bathroom. Still no response.Frustrated, I head downstairs to wait for him, pacing restlessly around the ground fl
“Ma’am, expect a call from Master Zephyr.”“What?!” I choke on my lunch, my fork slipping from my fingers and clattering onto the plate. My eyes widen in shock as my head snap toward Madam Adora.“Yes,” she affirms with a small nod, her expression calm like she didn’t just drop a bombshell. “Right after you finish eating. Hold on to your phone in the meantime.”I blink at her in silence, unable to form a response, my mind racing with thoughts. Why does he want to call me? Can it be—no!Did Selene already tell him we lied?Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh!! Oh my gosh!!!“Mrs. Zephyr?” Madam Adora’s voice cuts through my spiraling thoughts, her brow lifting in subtle concern. “You’re not responding.”I fumble for my glass of water, nearly knocking it over in my haste, and chug it down in one go. Slamming the empty glass onto the table, I force a weak smile in her direction.“Yes… yes, Zephyr—call. Understood,” I say, in an awkwardly clipped and high-pitched tone.Madam Adora nods once, her shar
I don’t know what came over me this morning. I fucking malfunctioned—for the first time in my entire life.It was obvious what she was thinking after she saw the lipstick on my hoodie. I could see it in her eyes, hear it in the faint tremble of her voice.‘Ryan went to meet another girl right after having sex with me.’ No, Hazel, that’s not the case!Yet, I couldn’t give her an answer that instant. Instead, I panicked and ran away—like a fucking wuss. It all happened so fast. I wasn’t prepared. I thought she’d still be asleep since she always wakes up late. But there she was, sitting in the living room, catching me completely off guard. I didn’t even know about Jenna’s fucking lipstick stain on my hoodie until her fingers brushed against it. And that thing she said—“you smell different”‘Did Jenna’s perfume also rub off on me?’I was so confused, yet very aware how bad it all looked. I couldn’t risk attempting to lie right then, because what if the wrong word slipped out and ruin
“That was the first fucking fantasy I had about you,” Ryan says, his voice thick with amusement as he rises from my body. He shifts beside me, turning over to lie back on the bed with an effortless confidence, while I sit up, my pulse racing. “You’ve clearly never done it before?” he asks, his tone teasing yet curious. I nod slowly, heat rising to my cheeks. “Yes… but… I can learn.” He smirks, the glint in his eyes turning mischievous. “It’s okay,” he murmurs. “At least I’m experienced in that part.” His hands find my waist, steadying me as he shifts closer to the edge of the bed. “Get on your knees,” he says softly, his voice low but commanding. “I’ll teach you.” Swallowing hard, I climb off the bed and lower myself, my knees dropping onto the cold tiles. I move forward settling between his parted legs. My gaze drops to the growing bulge at the crotch of his uniform trousers. It’s only getting harder and harder, the fabric straining against him, making my breath hitch. ‘
“No! Mom! Dad! Please,” I cry, staring at my parents, as I struggle with two huge men aggressively dragging me out of my house. “You can’t do this to me! You can’t just sell me off like this!”Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine my life would turn out this way.I have dreams and goals I look forward to, and I’m happy with whatever life has in store for me. But that doesn’t include being hauled away by several men, and forced into marriage with a mafia boss. The day starts like any other—actually, better than most.I’ve just wrapped up my third year in college, now in a taxi heading home for summer break. Today is better than most days not because I’m going home but because I get to see my younger brother, Andrew again. He’s the one I care for the most.Better than most days ‘cause I don't have to stuff my face in textbooks. My college life is stressful and hectic– normally it shouldn't be, but because I have to work twice as hard as top students to maintain my full-time schola
“Wife?”I must not be hearing correctly, because did I just hear this creepy man, who looks more than twice my age, call me his wife?This isn’t real; this must be some kind of joke. Yes, a prank! Because I will never believe this; I will not accept it.My head instantly snaps in my parents’ direction, searching their faces for any sign of protest, some kind of denial, but all I see is guilt and resignation etched deep in their expressions. My mother avoids eye contact, her hands clutched tightly in her lap, while my father stares blankly ahead.“Mom, Dad, this must be a joke, right?” I ask, hoping they tell me, yes, and this is just some extreme welcome-back party.“It is not, Hazel,” my dad answers curtly, making my eyes widen more than they already are.“Wha… what do you mean?” I ask, my lips trembling, my voice breaking. “What do you mean it’s not, Dad? Who is this man, and why is he calling me his virgin—” I yell.“He is Lennox Zephyr, and you will be getting married to him, Haze
“That was the first fucking fantasy I had about you,” Ryan says, his voice thick with amusement as he rises from my body. He shifts beside me, turning over to lie back on the bed with an effortless confidence, while I sit up, my pulse racing. “You’ve clearly never done it before?” he asks, his tone teasing yet curious. I nod slowly, heat rising to my cheeks. “Yes… but… I can learn.” He smirks, the glint in his eyes turning mischievous. “It’s okay,” he murmurs. “At least I’m experienced in that part.” His hands find my waist, steadying me as he shifts closer to the edge of the bed. “Get on your knees,” he says softly, his voice low but commanding. “I’ll teach you.” Swallowing hard, I climb off the bed and lower myself, my knees dropping onto the cold tiles. I move forward settling between his parted legs. My gaze drops to the growing bulge at the crotch of his uniform trousers. It’s only getting harder and harder, the fabric straining against him, making my breath hitch. ‘
I don’t know what came over me this morning. I fucking malfunctioned—for the first time in my entire life.It was obvious what she was thinking after she saw the lipstick on my hoodie. I could see it in her eyes, hear it in the faint tremble of her voice.‘Ryan went to meet another girl right after having sex with me.’ No, Hazel, that’s not the case!Yet, I couldn’t give her an answer that instant. Instead, I panicked and ran away—like a fucking wuss. It all happened so fast. I wasn’t prepared. I thought she’d still be asleep since she always wakes up late. But there she was, sitting in the living room, catching me completely off guard. I didn’t even know about Jenna’s fucking lipstick stain on my hoodie until her fingers brushed against it. And that thing she said—“you smell different”‘Did Jenna’s perfume also rub off on me?’I was so confused, yet very aware how bad it all looked. I couldn’t risk attempting to lie right then, because what if the wrong word slipped out and ruin
“Ma’am, expect a call from Master Zephyr.”“What?!” I choke on my lunch, my fork slipping from my fingers and clattering onto the plate. My eyes widen in shock as my head snap toward Madam Adora.“Yes,” she affirms with a small nod, her expression calm like she didn’t just drop a bombshell. “Right after you finish eating. Hold on to your phone in the meantime.”I blink at her in silence, unable to form a response, my mind racing with thoughts. Why does he want to call me? Can it be—no!Did Selene already tell him we lied?Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh!! Oh my gosh!!!“Mrs. Zephyr?” Madam Adora’s voice cuts through my spiraling thoughts, her brow lifting in subtle concern. “You’re not responding.”I fumble for my glass of water, nearly knocking it over in my haste, and chug it down in one go. Slamming the empty glass onto the table, I force a weak smile in her direction.“Yes… yes, Zephyr—call. Understood,” I say, in an awkwardly clipped and high-pitched tone.Madam Adora nods once, her shar
~ HAZEL ~My heart thuds loudly in my chest as I watch Ruth walk away to continue her duties.My head aches, my nerves are on edge, as worry course through me like a relentless tide. ‘Where could Ryan be? And why did he rush out, all alone, so early in the morning?’I know he’s an adult, strong, and probably far better equipped to handle danger than me— He can take care of himself. But the worry still clings stubbornly to my heart, refusing to let go. Needing to distract myself, I decide to get busy.I walk back into my room, heading straight to the bathroom to wash up. Maybe by the time I’m done, Ryan will be back from wherever he went. More than half an hour passes. I’m refreshed, dressed in a modest daytime outfit. Because Madam Adora is around, I’m more careful with what I wear. Leaving my room, I check Ryan’s door again, hoping he returned while I was in the bathroom. Still no response.Frustrated, I head downstairs to wait for him, pacing restlessly around the ground fl
~ 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.
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’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
“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 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