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Lucien"How am I supposed to eat without clothes on?" Moore’s voice trembled, though she tried to mask it with defiance. It brought a smile to my lips.She was never one to bend easily, no matter how harsh the command. It was a trait I had always found oddly fascinating about her. Even after five years, that fire in her had not completely died. And part of me didn't want it to.But tonight wasn’t the time for games. My eyes darkened, voice firm. "Do as you're told, Moore."She hesitated, her eyes flashing with a mix of fear and resentment. I could almost taste it. Her lips parted as if she wanted to argue further, but no words came. Exhaustion was written all over her face, her posture wilting beneath the weight of everything that had happened today.Her offenses were piling up—her defiance this morning, the fact that she allowed the guy help her at work. I knew Athena had a hand in making her wear those inappropriate clothes, but the fact that Moore had accepted help from anyone in
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MooreLast night wasn’t any worse than the countless bad days I had endured as Lucien’s despised wife. He made a mockery of me, screwing Athena right in front of my eyes. And I knew, without a doubt, that this was just the beginning of my humiliation.This morning, I was already dressed and ready for work. If I’m ever going to hear from my family again, I need to prove my loyalty to my husband. My husband. The title felt absurd on my tongue, especially when I was nothing more than a prisoner in this marriage.I slipped on my white floral top, my hands moving mechanically. I was exhausted—tired of crying, of feeling bitter. All I could focus on was surviving this hellhole.A knock at my door interrupted my thoughts, and Vivian stepped in quietly.“Good morning, Mrs. Giordano.”Mrs. Giordano. How I hated that name. If only she’d listen and stop referring to me by it. I didn’t, under any circumstances, want to be associated with that man or his name. What his identity brought to me is no
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Moore.The food was delicious, and I tried my best to enjoy it. I hadn’t eaten anything decent since last night, but the man sitting across from me made it impossible to savor the meal. Why he insisted on us eating together baffled me. Last night, I watched him dine with his mistress, and now we were being watched again.Wiping my mouth with the napkin, I moved to clear the dishes, but he raised a finger, and two maids quickly took care of it. I glanced around the room, noticing the endless parade of new faces—there were more staff here than I could count, each staring at me as though I didn’t belong.All I could do was wait, bracing myself for the judgment I knew was coming for my lateness.“Go to your room and wait for me,” he finally said, after making me sit there for a whole thirty minutes. His voice was calm, but the command weighed heavily in the air.I thought he was the type to value time, yet he seemed to enjoy wasting mine. I desperately wished he would just leave me alone.
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Lucien.I don't know why I had that package delivered to her. Isolation were my plans for her but somehow, I couldn't help the nut in my stomach over my decision to close the world on her. She is stubborn, those were fact about Moore and those are what I liked most, reasons to have her punished and humiliated. “You never learn, I see?” I let out the words in my throat. She disgust me, every single part of her does. She raised her head up, ready yet again to protest. I stared over her, her body clean and flawless, no indication of sufferness despite the things she had been through. “Come.” I let out, forcing the thoughts of ruining those skin off my head. I'll take it gradually at a time.I had against my rule brought her a phone. I even added a credit card so she could at least spend while I still carry out my bitterness on her. But seeing the paper box on the floor only indicated that she had tossed them aside without knowing what's in there. Yet, she took some help from a r
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LUCIEN. “Put your hands on your laps.” I roared anger emitting from me while she quickly did as was instructed.I walked past her into the inner room where everything dreadful to a woman would be.Athena had a choice when I brought her here, but Moore, she comes at my order. “Is… what's this place?” Her trembling voice asked as I walked through the trail to pick up the right cuffs that would keep her in check.I picked the leather cuffs with sharp designed edges and walked swiftly to her side. “You will see.” I replied to her questions before stretching my hands towards her. “Your hand.” “This is a criminal offence, you know? I could sue you for abuse.” “I'll watch you try.” I replied, my patience wearing thin.If only she had someone to tell her that things wouldn't be too hard for her if only she behaves. “I don't give my consent to this. I didn't sign my involvement, you're doing this to me out of my free will.” Whatever thing she thinks she's doing by buying off tim
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MooreI buried my face deeper into the duvet, feeling the stinging aches all over my body. Tears rolled down my cheeks uncontrollably, my chest rose and fell in quiet sobs. The pain in my body was nothing compared to the whirlwind of emotions inside me.I couldn’t stop thinking about Ethan, the way he had rushed to help me at the hospital. My heart clenched in fear, imagining what Lucien might do to him now. He wasn’t the type to let things slide, and I knew the thought of Ethan stepping in didn't sit well with him. I had been terribly punished for that.My organs hurt, and I could still feel the heat of the whip on them. He had made his mark clear. If I wished to survive here, then I had to be obedient.Obey! Obey! Obey!“Son of a bitch!” I cursed inwardly.I closed my eyes, hoping—no, praying—that somehow, I could protect Ethan from Lucien’s wrath.But that was wishful thinking. I could barely protect myself.I wiped my eyes, feeling the burning embarrassment crawl through me.I had
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Jordan.I hadn't been able to concentrate since Mrs. Giodarno, as I should start calling her—walked out of my office the previous day. The encounter replayed in my mind over and over, like a song stuck on repeat. It wasn’t anything particularly significant, just her grabbing a few things. But still, it left a mark.I can't seem to breathe in close proximity with her.I couldn’t explain it, but something about her pulled me in. It was a strange feeling, a magnetic force that I couldn’t shake off, no matter how much I reminded myself that she was married. Married to Lucien Giordano, of all people. That fact should have been enough for me to keep my distance. And yet, here I was—standing in her home, my heart pounding against my chest as if I were some nervous teenager.I took a deep breath, clutching the small purse she had left behind at my office. I’d used it as an excuse to come here. I could have sent someone, though I wasn’t entirely sure why. Maybe I wanted to see her again, mayb
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Emily“What the heck?” I blurted out, not almost feeling myself while I stared at my phone with the intensity I had no idea I had.The message stared back at me like an open wound, festering with dread. My heart hammered in my chest, the words burned into my brain."I see your slutty sister got married to a filthy rich man, huh? Tell her to watch her back. I know her movements."Whoever sent this was serious. It wasn’t some random prank. Whoever it was had been watching Moore closely, and now they were coming for her. The threat wasn’t even aimed at me, but I felt it deep in my bones. I’d never been this terrified in my life.A knock on my door jolted me out of my spiralling thoughts. My phone nearly slipped out of my hand as I rushed to answer it.I opened the door, and Madam Isabel, the housekeeper, stood there, her kind but tired eyes looking at me through thick lenses. She held a large bag, the kind you’d expect from a high-end boutique."Good afternoon, Emily. This arrived for yo
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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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
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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
