It’s Saturday late in the night, far too late to still be awake. Yet Hazel lies wide-eyed, body rigid and shivering cold, even under the thick duvet. The coldness—it’s in her bones, seeping into every muscle, making her feel limp and extremely uncomfortable despite the softness of the mattress. It’s not like the weather is cold or anything…. the thought that’s lingering in her mind is.‘Tomorrow. Lennox will be here. Tomorrow.’She can’t believe it. She refuses to believe the thought pounding relentlessly in her mind. And what worries her even more is the fact that she doesn’t know the exact time he’ll be here: Morning? Afternoon? Evening? It’s all too much. Suddenly, she bolts upright, her gaze shifting to the alarm clock on the bedside drawer; 11:50 PM.10 minutes to midnight and she still can’t sleep. Hazel’s legs instinctively swing off the bed, and she finds herself pacing around her room for a few minutes, trying to stop herself from seeking that one presence that comfor
“Then let’s not fight it,” Ryan says, his voice dropping to a raspy whisper, as he gazes at me, his eyes burning with uncontrollable desire.“Okay,” I breathe, nodding as I try to steady the rapid rise and fall of my chestHis firm grip that’s on my waist presses me forward, guiding me close to his face as if he can’t bear the distance between us. He wastes no time, grinding his soft lips against mine, kissing me hungrily, swallowing every soft moan and shallow pant I give, his soft lips moving with an urgency that sends shivers racing down my spine, I barely notice the covers on top of him and beneath me slipping further and further down as he presses it down with his legs until it’s completely gone. “Mmh,” I moan into his mouth as I feel his bulge more—hard between my thighs, making my naked pussy throb with the need for pleasure.The thin layers of fabric are the only thing preventing our bodies from touching skin to skin—My silk nightgown that clings to me, whispering against
My body feels weightless and comfortable, as I drift out of a deep sleep. The first thing I notice is the warmth—one I’m not so familiar with—surrounding my body, like a protective shield.My head rests against something hard, yet oddly comfortable, a faint, steady rhythm beating beneath my ear.Reality finally snaps me awake and my eyes fly open, the soft sunlight filtering through the curtains casts a golden glow over the bare chest next to me.Ryan!Flashes of last night instantly floods my mind.Oh my gosh! I never went back to my room after we had sex! Fuck! We both fell asleep!!My eyes dart back to him, and my heart melts. He’s still deep in a peaceful slumber, his dark long lashes resting subtly against his skin framing his closed eyes. His tousled brunette hair, falling across his forehead, each strand curling at its end towards directions.Despite the panic swirling inside me, I can’t deny the comfort of this moment— the way one of his arm is resting lightly on my waist, the
Lennox… He’s here. The monster has finally returned!I tremble uncontrollably where I stand as I hear his heavy footsteps stomping around the room. “I’m… I’m here,” I call out, finally answering his growl after taking seconds to muster up the courage. His footsteps quicken, each one louder, more deliberate, as they approach my walk-in closet door.The door isn’t fully shut, and through the narrow gap, I see his form coming closer, his imposing frame against the translucent glass of the door. He slides the door open with a force that has me jerking upright. The sound of the door slamming against its track as jarring as a gunshot, ricochets through the room and straight into my chest. And there he is, Lennox Zephyr, My husband.His dark eyes fix on me—deadly and angry. His towering frame fills the doorway, broad shoulders encased in a flawlessly tailored black suit that clings to his insanely built muscles.“What are you doing here?” he asks with a quiet menace that sends chil
(3rd POV ˃̵ᴗ˂̵)Ryan’s eyes are fixed on Hazel the whole time, his concern deepening with each passing moment. They’re all seated at the long, rectangular dining table—the supposed Zephyr family. Lennox is seated at the head of the table and by his right is Hazel, detached from what’s going on around her. By his left is Melody, little and cute, smiling brightly as if she understands what the adults are talking about. Beside Melody is her older half-brother, Ryan, his full attention focused on Hazel. And sitting next to Hazel is Selene, forcefully laughing for validation from Lennox. Finally, there's Rafa, occupying the seat beside Selene.They’re all at the table for mere breakfast, just for the warm welcome of Lennox. If not, you’d never see them seated together like this in the morning.Despite Lennox dominating the conversation, casually recounting cruel tales and jokes of violence—how his men killed, kidnapped, tortured, and manipulated their way to victory over the rival ma
I walk down the grand stairs of Lennox’s mansion in a classy deep purple dress. The fabric clings to my body perfectly, smooth and luxurious. The halter neckline that wraps snugly around my neck, with a draped piece of fabric flowing over my shoulder down to my knee, adding a majestic touch. My hair is styled up in a casual bun, stray tendrils framing my face, while the soft makeup accentuates my features with perfection. Aldo, my bodyguard, helps me down the stairs while Lennox stands at the very end. I have been avoiding him all day. I’m glad he wasn’t not in the mood to have lunch together. But as the clock struck 6 p.m, my door burst open, and Madam Adora stormed in, tablet in hand, flanked by two familiar faces—a fashion designer and a makeup artist I instantly recognized as the ones that styled me for Ryan’s prom.Without explanation, she thrust the tablet at me, her sharp voice cutting through my confusion. “Memorize these names. Important people will be attending the
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
“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’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