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MooreThe pain from the sudden whip tore through me, momentarily drowning out the relentless vibrations tormenting my core. I gasped sharply, forgetting to suppress my moans, and instead let out a guttural cry."One—""Don't count!" he barked, his voice slicing through the room.I bit down hard on my lips to hold back my tears, the metallic tang of blood quickly spreading. His order left no room for defiance, yet I couldn’t let my thoughts remain unspoken."Why?" I asked, my voice trembling but insistent."You don't speak, Moo—""I don't speak?" I cut him off, coughing as the pain reverberated through my body. His glare darkened, his face twisting in barely contained rage. "You want me to stay silent and endure this punishment for something I know nothing about? Your daughter—""Shut up." His voice dropped, cold and lethal, his eyes ablaze with fury. It was the look of a man consumed by anguish—a man who had carried his grief for far too long. "You will not speak of anyone or anything
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Lucien.Her eyes shone with shock at my request. She's so unwise to think that would make me stop. “Go on, bite on it.”She rested her teeth on me after some reluctance that earn slaps upon slaps from me. I let out the groan I had suppressed since fucking her mouth, her siliva dripping down from my shaft.With one more deep throat fuck, I let out a more defiling noice, restricting my eyes from closing.I pulled out immediately and she gasped, painting heavily as I let go off her hair.She was now moaning loud, the viberator still clenched to her pussy. She viberated, unable to control the pressure of the toy.Sensing her release anytime soon, I picked up the whip and in one go let it land on her sex.She yelped in pain, the pleasure disappearing as she struggled admist the bondage, while also raising her head up, her mouth full with my precum and her siliva. “Please…” she begged, her body tensed. “Stop please.” “I haven't done anything Moore.” I replied picking up the wet wipe
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LucienI stepped out of the Red Room, the door clicking shut behind me. Moore was still tied to the chair, her head slumped forward, her tears trailing her face, begging and calling me Master yet again. For the first time in years, I felt... conflicted.How could she be a virgin?The thought gnawed at me as I descended the staircase. My hands clenched into fists at my sides, trying to contain the swirling chaos in my mind. Moore—the same woman I married out of anger, the one I despised, the one I thought was nothing but a schemer, was untouched.The realization sent a strange pang through me, something I couldn’t name. It wasn’t guilt, but it lingered, heavy and uncomfortable, in my chest.I entered my room, slamming the door shut behind me. I needed distance—space to think, to process, to regain control of myself. She couldn’t see this moment of weakness. She couldn’t know that she had somehow managed to unsettle me.I strode into the bathroom, peeling off my clothes and trousers in
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Athena “Fucking Moore!”Lucien was supposed to be with me. He was supposed to be releasing his monsters on me like he always did, leaving me in a tangled mess of satisfaction and pain. It was the one thing that made me feel special, the one thing that made me believe I was his alone. And him, mine.But now, he had humiliated me.He had even went as far into asking someone to walk me out. To take me home, for God’s sake. Worse still, he had ordered his obedient little dog, Lillard, to escort me out of the mansion like I was some unwanted guest.He hated Moore—that much was obvious— and for everything with it, I hate her too. But there were other ways to punish her. Ways that didn’t involve denying me the only thing that tethered him to me. His body was mine. It had always been mine and now he's sharing it with her. The pain I had always looked forward to, he's giving it out.“I’m sorry, but Master said I must go home with you,” Lillard insisted, his face impassive as always. “I have
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Arthur“So, this is where the bastard lives…” I muttered under my breath, narrowing my eyes at Lucien’s mansion. Its grandeur was excessive, even for someone like him. The sharp lines of the architecture and the pristine condition of the grounds screamed wealth and power. But to me, it was nothing more than a fortress hiding the devil.I sat in my car, engine humming softly, parked far enough not to draw attention. I wasn’t sure why I had come. Maybe it was curiosity or the inexplicable pull of unresolved hatred. Seven years. Seven damn years since Lucien betrayed me. And yet, here I was, staring at his domain like a predator stalking his prey.Lucien was a man of secrets, but his address? That was public knowledge. He probably didn’t care who knew where he lived because no one would dare challenge him—not directly, anyway.I gripped the steering wheel tightly, my knuckles whitening. What’s your endgame, Lucien?My phone vibrated, dragging me from my thoughts.“He hasn’t taken any ste
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AthenaThe shrill cry of my alarm dragged me from the abyss of sleep. Or maybe it was the sunlight cutting across my face like an uninvited guest. I didn’t know which to curse more.With a growl, I flung my hand over the damn thing and hurled it across the room. The satisfying crash of it breaking did little to ease the pounding in my head. My eyes fluttered open, rebellion forming on my lips.But the pounding in my head? That was less so.“Chloe!” I bellowed, my voice hoarse and jagged as I turned over, wincing at the way my head felt like it was being ripped apart from the inside. The pain wasn’t just a headache—it was a punishment.“Fucking Chloe!” I screamed again, pressing the heel of my hand against my forehead in a futile attempt to stop the throbbing.The door creaked open, and Chloe darted inside, her face a mix of panic and caution.“Miss Farris, you’re awake,” she said, her voice soft and hesitant.I squinted at her, my vision blurry, my irritation razor-sharp. “Stop statin
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MooreThe faint rays of sunlight filtering through the curtains, alongside little murmur from people drew me reluctantly out of sleep.My body ached, a dull reminder of the night before, though it wasn’t as unbearable as I’d expected. Turning my head slightly, I stirred on the bed, the sharp edge of discomfort slicing through me as my back pressed against the mattress.“Good morning, Mrs. Giordano,” a voice greeted softly, breaking through my haze.It was Loretta, Vivian's mother. Her tone carried a stiffness I couldn’t miss. Another woman was with her, silently tidying the room. I wanted to tell her to drop the formalities and just call me Moore, but even that felt like an effort too great. My energy seemed drained, as if the bruises on my body had leached my strength.“Mrs. Giordano,” Loretta repeated, pausing to glance at me.I shifted, groaning softly. My back was exposed, the stinging coolness of freshly applied medication prickling against the raw lines etched there. Shame washe
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MooreI remembered Ava. I couldn’t forget her if I tried. She was that little girl at the ice cream shop, throwing her cone in frustration, her face scrunched up in anger. I’d squatted down to meet her eyes, trying to make her smile again, even though I hadn’t known why she was so upset.Now, everything clicked. That man standing beside her, the one who bought her vanilla ice cream instead of the strawberry she’d wanted, was Linn or Lillard, or whatever his name was. The man Lucien had been with that day.I remembered my own ice cream, the strawberry. The last of it. Lillard had said that it was the seventh place they had tried, looking for strawberry. And yet, Ava had thrown her vanilla away. So I’d taken a squat and offered her my own.I remembered the smile that lit up her face when she took it from me. I remembered how, just before I was about to leave, she’d held onto my hand with that innocent grip and said, “You look like mommy. Can you take pictures with me?”My heart twisted
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MooreLucien’s door was locked.I stood at the entrance, shifting my weight from one foot to the other, feeling the slight dampness of sweat on my skin. The scent of the food I had been cooking still clung to me, and I frowned, suddenly self-conscious. Should I have taken a shower before coming here? Maybe changed into something more… decent?I glanced down at my outfit—tiny shorts and a tank top that did absolutely nothing to hide my skin. The idea of facing Lucien like this made my stomach turn. Not because I cared what he thought, I told myself, but because I didn’t want him to think I had dressed this way for him. I would never do that.Would I?No. Absolutely not.Still, the urge to rush back to my room and grab a robe or something less revealing was strong. But I stayed put, pressing my hands together as I tried to steady myself. Whatever reason he had for calling me here, I doubted my outfit would be the focus.Lucien never needed a reason to be cruel.I wondered what my offens
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Lucien"But I'm cooking," Moore protested, her voice clipped, eyes fixed on the floor as if she were speaking to herself rather than me.The sheer audacity of her response made something snap inside me. Cooking? That was her excuse?My jaw clenched as I took a step closer, towering over her. "Did I ask?" My tone was sharp, edged with something dangerous.Her lips pressed into a thin line, and I saw it—the hesitation, the defiance she wanted to suppress but couldn’t completely hide.She was angry. I could see it in her. And it wasn't because I interrupted her cooking session or whatever hobby she picked up in my absence, but because Athena was there. She thought I invited Athena, to possibly humiliate her.But Alas does she know I wanted her, her pussy and not that of Athena's.No offense but I find it hard to fuck Athena anymore. I have this insatiable hunger to end our contacts, but that would only mean I wanted Moore. More than I had intended. I can't risk finding that out. “No.”
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Lucien"I know you better than anyone… So tell me, why did you linger in London when we could have actually taken care of everything perfectly well from Italy? You made me stay more than two weeks apart from my—"Gregory abruptly cut himself off, his frustration evident as he paced the length of the private jet."From your?" I arched a brow, narrowing my gaze at him.Greg hesitated, his jaw locking. He would rather bite his tongue than complete that sentence."I guess you already knew," he muttered, walking briskly towards the exit ramp, leaving me alone with my thoughts while I let out a slight chuckle.I didn't reply. Instead,I walked into the car, and leaned back against my seat, staring out of the small oval window. The city lights of Milan stretched beneath us, golden threads weaving through the night.I hadn't been able to get Moore out of my head for even a second, not even in the extra two days I spent in London. No matter how hard I tried, she kept invading my mind—her face,
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Arthur“The Venice deal is back on our radar after ghosting us. Lucien must have rejected them.”Eric's voice cut through the silence of my office as he strode toward me, placing a thick file on my desk.I leaned back in my chair, my fingers tapping lightly on the glossy surface of the proposal. Lucien must have felt insulted. That man had power—wealth beyond measure—and yet, it didn't take much to weaken an empire. A single crack in the foundation, the right pressure applied to the right wound, and even the strongest could crumble.And that was why I didn’t just want to beat Lucien in business. I needed to go deeper. I needed to strike where it would hurt the most.I have his whore wrapped in my hands for a starter and I'm pushing way beyond that.Eric pushed another file toward me, filled with details about Lucien’s holdings, movements, investments. But I was barely looking at them. For the past five years, I had been nothing more than a shadow, working behind the scenes, maneuverin
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MooreI froze at the sight of him.Jordan McWood.The last time I saw him, I’d been undressed, humiliated beyond words, and in no state to properly face him. And yet, here he was, standing right in front of me as if nothing had happened.Vivian had also been implicated in that rash decision of mine and I had hoped Lucien hadn't done anything to him too.He seemed like such a cool guy who stood for me even when he had no idea who I was.Without thinking, I stepped forward and wrapped my arms around him in a brief hug. It was instinctive, something I hadn’t planned, but it felt… right. He had been kind to me, and after everything, kindness was something I couldn’t take for granted.When I pulled away, I cleared my throat awkwardly, realizing what I’d just done. "Sorry," I muttered. "I just… I never got the chance to properly thank you for what you did for me that day."Jordan smiled. "You don’t have to thank me, Moo… Mrs Giodarno.""No, I do." I shook my head. "You went out of your way
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MooreI furrowed my brows, walking directly out of the hospital.Someone was waiting for me outside.A strange occurrence, considering who I am now. If it were Lucien, he wouldn’t have bothered with something as simple as waiting outside. He would have walked in like he owned the damn place, his presence enough to silence a room.Lillard? Possibly. But what reason did he have to meet me so urgently?I sighed, slipping my phone back into my uniform pocket as I made my way toward the exit. I had left Mirabel with Ethan for now, and I didn’t want to waste time on whatever nonsense this was.The moment I pushed the heavy hospital doors open and stepped into the crisp evening air, I stopped dead in my tracks.Grey Addison.For a split second, I didn’t recognize him.He looked like a man who had just crawled out of hell. His usual arrogance had been buried beneath exhaustion, his once-polished appearance now tainted with disorder and pain. His right arm was wrapped carefully, and even from
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Moore"You’re just determined to make Georgia hate you, aren’t you?" I said, glancing at Ethan as we walked side by side through the hospital hallway. His hands were full, carrying all the cleaning supplies like it was nothing."Well, I don’t give two fucks about her," he replied without hesitation, his tone cool and indifferent.I sighed, shaking my head. "You really don’t seem to understand that she likes you."Ethan shot me a sideways glance, his expression unreadable. "Are you interceding for her? That’s a shame." His voice was serious, but I caught the slight amusement beneath it.I frowned. "What? No. I just think you’re usually good at reading a room. This whole act of yours is only making her hate me more, though." I shrugged, resting my hands behind my back as we continued walking.Ethan ducked his head slightly, his piercing gaze settling on me. "Do you want her to like you?"I blinked, momentarily thrown off by his directness. It was unexpected. Ethan wasn’t exactly the typ
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Moore"It pays to be a billionaire’s wife. Only someone with such status will resume work three weeks after her first day," Brittany sneered, her sharp eyes narrowing in disgust.I remembered my first day at this hospital vividly—Brittany had hurled insult after insult at me.Now, nothing had changed.I glanced at her, my expression blank, radiating an indifference I knew would only piss her off more.I don’t give a damn what you think about me.I wasn’t here for Brittany or anyone else. I was looking for one person.Ethan.It felt like months since I last came here. The memories of that day were still raw, still bleeding.I had stopped coming after Ethan had given me those jackets, a moment of kindness that had cost me dearly.Lucien had punished me for it.By dragging Athena to his bedroom.By making me watch. He had also had me whipped the next morning, rendering my body useless while he also made sure my clothes, the very one I and Lillard got were burned.A violent shudder ran do
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AthenaMoore was carried by Lucien!I stared at my phone, frozen.The image burned into my mind like a cruel joke, one I couldn't wake up from. My grip tightened around the device as my anger swelled, boiling over with every second I continued to look.The headline at the top of the article taunted me, even though my name wasn’t mentioned.“Billionaire elite Lucien Giordano spotted outside his launch event carrying his once-disgraced wife in his arms. Has he finally forgiven her for the humiliation she caused him six years ago?”Wife… why do they call him his wife? Moore is no wife to Lucien!I scrolled, unable to take my eyes away, another one followed.“Enemies to lovers? Has the great Lucien Giordano rekindled his past love with Moore?”My breath hitched. I felt like the air had been knocked out of my lungs.No.This wasn’t the Lucien I knew. There was no way in hell he would do that for Moore. For her.Lucien never looked at her the way he looked at me.He had never carried me bef
