Moore.The car surprisingly didn't take the route leading to the church. I glanced at the driver, but he had the same mean look as the other guy from last night.After what seemed like forever, the car pulled over at a resort. I was shocked. Why was Lucien giving us a fairytale wedding? This had always been my dream—to take my vows with the love of my life in an open space. Grey had called it shallow back then.I stepped out just in time to see my father approaching, forcing a smile.I smiled, not at my father, but at the fact that I was doing this again, both times with the wrong partners."Ready, Moore?" Father asked, extending his hand. I nodded, taking his hand as we walked through the crowded people.I marvelled at the crowd. For heaven's sake, this marriage was supposed to be discreet."Did you know about this large turnout, Dad?" I asked, feeling sceptical as we walked down the aisle. The venue was beautiful, surrounded by tall pine trees and a waterfall just before where we we
“Enough now!” commanded the young man, who surprisedly is Mr. McWood, as he strode past the woman sitting beside him. He stopped in front of Grey, who was glaring timidly at me. “You have no right to talk to her like that!”Grey tore his glare from me, the crowd stiffening in shock. He looked at Mr. McWood, who I vividly remembered as the fashion icon who had dressed me for the wedding. “And who are you?”“Who I am is none of your business, man. I'll tell you one thing: you have no right whatsoever to speak to her in such a dismissive manner!”Grey laughed cockily and waved his hand. “I do what I please, alright? Now step aside and let me teach this murderer a lesson.”A big blow from Mr. McWood landed on Grey’s cheek, his fingers curled together, his glare deadly. Grey, angrily trying to return the blow, was stopped.I shrank back, trying to get away from them, but Lucien’s man held my wrist while another man moved toward them. Why was Mr. McWood doing this? Why was he fighting for a
She stepped out of the car, her face a mask of horror and fright. I smiled at how terrified she looked.More people filled my vicinity as instructed. I wanted the environment as chaotic as possible. I didn't want her to find any rest.She caused me this pain. She turned me from a loving man into a monster seeking vengeance at any cost. She made my life a living hell, and I would make hers no less painful.She took her away from me. She completely took the only one I had ever opened my heart to.Shima died because of her.Earlier today, when I heard about her ex-husband’s attack, I hadn't paid much attention. I only wanted to humiliate her. But hearing about Jordan McWood standing up for her ignited more hatred within me.“Are you satisfied with the turnout?” Greg walked up to me, eyeing Moore as she reluctantly pushed her dress out of the car. One of Jordan’s girls walked over to help her with the dress.“I need more people, and none of them should dispose of anything. Make sure her f
Moore“What?” I found myself asking, breaking his rules again.How in the world is he expecting me to get the whole vicinity cleaned? I'm so tired.I was made to dance, play games, and pretend to be happy during the party. To make things worse, Dad kept avoiding me too.The party would have been wonderful if I were really marrying for love. It would have been one of the happiest days of my life, but no, it was a disaster. Any chance I had with Madam Isabel? She kept pleading that I behave well so he doesn't ruin our family's reputation.“You don't learn, do you?” Annoying as it should be, I found myself admiring her voice. “I see why you ended up in jail.”Whatever his rules were, I will not sit and watch another woman speak trash about me.“And I see why he chose to marry a woman convicted of murder over you, a prestigious, flawless daughter of the president!”My words got to her. It was evident as she swelled with anger and landed a fierce slap on my cheek.“How dare you!” she groa
LucienAs expected, she's already naked and properly laid on the bed while I walked over to her, my eyes boring into her flawless body.She had the bondage cuffs strapped already to her wrist and my jaw clenched as her leg spread wide open, ready to fully take me inside of her.I undid my belt, releasing the monster beneath as I walked over to her and picked up the whip. Her eyes followed my every move as she finally let them rest on my eyes. “The door is open.” She observed, her eyes still not leaving mine. “I know.” I whispered.I wanted her to see us. The first real torture I'll be inflicting on her. “Let her see.”She nodded obediently as I raised the whip up and it landed swiftly on her fresh shaved pussy.A moan escaped her lips as she tried to curl her legs together.I stare at her, giving her a warning stare. She obeyed, spreading her legs wider for me to see her dripping pussy.Athena can be a well known surgeon, but she's also known to be extremely slutty.. slutty for me
Moore.A slight knock on my door woke me up from my sleep. I had been so tired I fell asleep the moment my body hit the bed. Thank God I had gotten rid of the dress and taken a shower before going downstairs to the work assigned to me by Lucien.There's not much clothes in the closet. I had to make do with the dress Emily left behind.The knock came again and forcefully, I pushed myself to the door.I locked myself indoors just so to avoid Lucien from barging in and I can tell he's the one pounding excessively on my door.Why won't he just let me be?I pondered pushing my hands over my face so I could have a clear vision of where I was headed.The persistent intruder stopped, probably aware that I'm already awake and forcing my sore limbs to open up.I got to the door and turned the knob. I was expecting a shove or a hard push, but whoever the person is didn't open up immediately until he's sure I'm steps away from the door.That can't be him.I turned towards my bed, not wanting to b
Moore.My door flung open abruptly and he shoved himself into my room, his eyes invading my environment. “Good morning Sir.” Vivian greeted turning towards the intimidating figure whose face held displeasure while watching her take her phone from me. “Why are you here Vivian?” He questioned her while I watched him with so much hatred, my body vibrating from anger I can't wait to unleash on him. “I ..” She turned towards me, her finger pointing at me while she turned back to him, trying to explain why she had been in my room and why my mood looked like that of a volcano waiting to erupt. “I came to inform her of the food…”I just couldn't wait for her to finish, my anger is eating deep into me to watch her explain. I suddenly grabbed her phone from her and pointed it towards Lucien. “Haven't we paid you in full already? Isn't my bloody marriage with you the full settlement to whatever freaking debt we owe you?!”Vivian flinched in fright at my sudden high pitched voice as she
Moore. “What's this?” I asked, my face furrowed in extreme shock and uncertainty. “Who's the Submissive here?” “Don’t make me punish you, Moore.” His voice declared, causing me yet another shudder as I took my eyes away from the file to glare at him. “l asked you to read and not to ask questions.” I swallowed hard on my Silva, feeling the extreme weight of his words on my stomach. If I can't ask questions, how do I understand what all this meant? “I need to know fully what I'm getting into Mr Giordano.” My voice came out more steadily and somehow, I felt proud for once since I came into this house.I know I was supposed to be getting married, and from the very instance, I knew it wasn't a proper marriage but slavery.I was expecting everything bad but not for once did I imagine myself getting into a cheese burger situation. A situation where I did get eaten mercilessly by a hungry mob. “Read.” Came the blunt reply and I swallowed again, pushing my face to the papers before m
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
MooreMy entire body ached, a relentless reminder of the night’s ordeal. Yet, against all reason, I found myself stealing glances at his maddeningly perfect form.I barely caught a glimpse of him, my focus entirely on escaping this room—whether it meant running out bare or risking another confrontation with him.He looked calm, too calm. Lucien’s icy demeanor, coupled with the deathly stillness in his eyes, was something that would haunt me for a long, long time.“Go ahead, Moore. I permit it,” he said, his tone as casual as if we were discussing the weather. He sat on the edge of the bed, the brown rope dangling lazily in his hands. “I would’ve been highly disappointed if you didn’t attempt a run. Your sudden obedience scares me.”I took a hesitant step backward, then bolted for the door, my desperation fueling my every move. My hand fumbled with the knob, twisting and turning it as if my life depended on it.My body betrayed me with every motion—my bare breasts grazing the cold meta
LucienShe obeyed quietly.It was infuriating, unnerving, even to see her so compliant. No protest. No witty retort. Just silence.She knelt, her hands resting on her lap, her body trembling from the cold seeping into her wet clothes. The air between us was heavy, charged with unspoken tension. Her eyes darted toward the picture on the wall, the one I knew she recognized.“You know why I’m punishing you, Moore?” I asked, my voice low as I turned my attention to the tracks laid out before me. Each kit and toy meticulously arranged, every detail designed for her.“Punishing me?” she echoed, not as a question but as if correcting me.I didn’t turn to face her. Her defiance was nothing new. “Yes. You know why?”“Because I went into an unauthorized room,” she said, her voice steady despite the cold and tension.“That’s not all,” I replied evenly, sliding the hip belt off the track. My footsteps echoed faintly as I walked back toward her.Her gaze followed me, her eyes flickering with a mix