Luna POVHe shifts lower, grabbing my legs and spreading them as his tongue drags over me.My body betrays me again, the sensation overwhelming my thoughts. “What kind of creep thinks eating someone out is repayment?” I snap, still fighting, even as my mind spins from the conflicting sensations. “That’s not for you!”“I’m hungry, little deer. Let me eat,” he growls, and then his mouth is on me again, relentless. I scream, thrash, kick, but nothing works. The more I struggle, the more insistent he becomes, his tongue working faster, driving me insane.Fear claws at me. This isn’t right— I should have run last night, screamed, done anything other than let him in. I gave him power. I let this happen.The door rattles, and before I can even react, his hand clamps over my mouth, silencing me. My heart leaps into my throat as I hear Justin’s voice, muffled but unmistakable.“Luna?” Justin calls from the other side of the door. Panic surges through me, and I thrash harder, but the sick basta
Luna POVMy body is completely spent, drained of any fight, any resistance. I don’t even have the strength to cry out anymore. I’m trapped in a shell of exhaustion, unable to process the horror of what’s happening. He shifts suddenly, pressing his knees down on my thighs, locking me in place. My eyes, heavy and defeated, watch as he wraps his hand around his cock and begins stroking it. His pace quickens, each motion more frantic than the last.Then, without warning, he releases one of my hands. The rope loosens, and I feel the cold air on my wrist. “Touch me, little deer,” he grunts, fucking his own hand even faster.“No!” I manage to snap, but it’s weak, a hollow defiance. His response is immediate—his other hand moves, and the cold blade presses against my neck. Fear shoots through me, and despite everything, my hand moves toward him shakily. My fingers drag down his cock, brushing over the piercings. His body jerks violently, and a groan escapes his lips.Suddenly, a rope of cum l
Dante’s POVI can’t believe I’m under her damn bed. What was supposed to be a simple plan to get in and out without being noticed has turned into a disaster. I meant to leave last night, but exhaustion got the better of me, and I ended up passing out. And now? Now, I’m stuck in this humiliating mess. This is all on me, though—I should’ve stuck to the plan. But I didn’t. And now I’m lying here, cramped, hidden in the shadows like some desperate creep.The plan has completely unraveled. I thought staying hidden would be the smart move. She’ll be more likely to accept me if she doesn’t know who I really am—if she doesn’t know I’m Dante. The moment she figures that out, everything will change. But still, as much as I tell myself it’s for the best, it feels like the plan is slipping further and further from my control.She should have told him to leave. Made up an excuse. Anything. But instead, he’s still here, walking around her apartment like he owns the place. Every second I spend hidin
Dante’s POVI drive quickly to the club, my mind racing as I park in the back and slip through the rear entrance. Callum is already there, waiting at the door, his expression serious.“He’s in your office. Luna’s outside, sitting in the car. She’s refusing to come inside,” Callum informs me with a sigh. Luna can’t even bring herself to step foot in this place?“Find Sasha. I’m getting changed. Tell her to meet me outside the office,” I instruct, my mind already forming a plan. It’s time Luna faces the reality of what this place is—whether she likes it or not. I was content to take things slow, giving her time to adjust, but with Justin possibly proposing, that option is off the table.I could easily ruin their entire relationship, all it would take is a few words—telling him how she let me pleasure her when I was masked as the stalker. But that would be cruel, and I don’t want Luna to bear the brunt of his hatred. He deserves it, not her.Callum interrupts my thoughts, his voice low.
Dante POVThe moment Luna walks in, my heart nearly stops. Holy shit. My eyes widen, almost popping out of my head as I take in the sight of her. She’s wearing a red bodycon dress that clings to every curve, her entire presence electrifying the room.Sasha smirks, clearly pleased with the reaction. “We did a makeover on her,” she says before leaving us alone.Luna walks over to Justin, looking absolutely stunning, but he barely notices. He’s glued to his phone, his attention elsewhere.I pull out my phone and shoot him a text.Fucking look at her.He glances up for a second, offers her a small, distracted smile, mutters something under his breath, and then goes right back to his phone. Asshole.“The plan?” Callum asks, snapping me out of my thoughts. “You stopped explaining it.”I had stopped, mostly because I wanted Luna to hear it. She needs to understand exactly what we’re dealing with. “Have some of our guys drive around each night,” I continue, “keeping an eye out for anything su
Dante POVSighing, I nod at her.“It’s the safest option for you right now,” I reply firmly. “Until we know how you handle being around men in this environment, that’s where you’ll stay. When you’re ready for more, we can talk about other roles. But for now, it’s that or nothing.”Ella hesitates, clearly torn, but she doesn’t have many options.I look at Ella. “We also have an apartment complex for the women who work here,” I continue. “You can have one of the apartments rent-free until you get back on your feet. Some of my crew stays there too, keeping an eye on things and making sure the women are safe.”I grab my phone and shoot a message to Sasha.Ella’s face softens slightly, and she gives me a small smile. “Thank you.”“Sasha will explain everything to you,” I say. “As a dancer, you’ll get a set pay plus tips. I know you were hoping for one of the positions where you set your own fee, but that’s not happening until you’ve had some space and time away from your current situation.
Luna’s POVI refuse to get out of the car, instead sitting there, stewing in my thoughts. That is, until a woman knocks on the window and gives me a friendly smile. I roll down the window, and she looks at me with curiosity.“I’m Sasha,” she says, her tone upbeat. “Why are you sitting in the car, gorgeous?” She holds out her hand.I shake it, a little confused but trying to match her energy. “Luna. I’m waiting for Justin,” I reply, and she nods as if this is something she’s heard a hundred times before.“Ah, men, right?” she says with a laugh. “They say two minutes, and an hour later you’re still waiting.” Her humor catches me off guard, and I can’t help but chuckle.“Believe me, I’m used to waiting for him,” I mutter, and her head tilts as if she’s reading more into my words. “Forget it,” I say quickly, not really wanting to dive into my personal problems.“No, there’s no forgetting it,” she insists gently. “I recognize that look. Come on, how about a coffee?” Her smile is warm and i
Luna POVI let them do my hair and makeup, all while I talk more about my stalker, mostly because Lilly is absolutely fascinated by him. She listens intently as I share details about the gifts he’s left and the unsettling attention he gives me. But I can’t help but feel a strange relief, like these women understand me without judgment.Once I’m ready, Sasha leads me to Dante’s office. As I step inside, I feel his eyes on me instantly. His gaze is intense, and for some reason, it makes me want to smile—he actually noticed. It feels... different. I walk toward Justin, and he barely glances up from his phone. He gives me a brief look, then goes right back to scrolling.A moment later, he sighs and faces me. “You look stunning,” he says, kissing my cheek absentmindedly, but there’s no sincerity. He hasn’t even really looked at me.Sighing, I sit and try to listen to Dante talking, though my thoughts are spinning. Everything Dante says feels like it contradicts the reality of what’s around
Jace POVAs the waves of pleasure slowly subside, our bodies remain tangled, our breaths uneven, heavy with the remnants of what we just shared. My fingers trace over her cheek, brushing damp strands of hair from her face, and I shift just enough to look at her. Her lips are parted, her pupils still blown wide, the aftershocks making her shudder beneath me.“How was that?” My voice is quiet, teasing, but laced with something deeper, something I’m not ready to acknowledge.A lazy, satisfied smile spreads across her lips as she blinks up at me, still lost in the haze. “Everything I wanted…” Her voice is soft, drowsy, and she buries her face against my chest, sighing in contentment.I exhale slowly, reaching up to unhook the restraints, my hands careful as I rub gentle circles over her wrists where the cuffs have left faint marks. She doesn’t move much, her body spent, boneless, completely relaxed against me.
Jace POVHer hands remain bound behind her, wrists secured in the soft leather restraints as my fingers continue their slow, deliberate exploration of her skin. Every inch of her is hypersensitive, every touch making her shudder beneath me. My lips follow the path my hands create, dragging heat in their wake as I kiss my way down her body, my tongue teasing the delicate curve of her hip. I have no concrete plan, only the intention of pushing her deeper into subspace, giving her mind the escape it craves.I bite down on the soft flesh of her inner thigh, and she gasps, her hips jerking instinctively toward me. The sound is addictive, a quiet plea wrapped in pleasure. Reaching behind her, I unfasten the restraints only to secure them above her head, forcing her arms up and keeping her open for me. Her breath is uneven, her body trembling with anticipation, and when my mouth moves lower, when my tongue strokes over her, she lets out a strangled moan that
Serena POVI hit the bag over and over, each impact sending a shockwave through my body. My breaths come in ragged gasps. I don’t even know what I’m angry at anymore, Dale, his father, Jace, myself. It all blends together in one endless scream inside my head.“Fuck you,” I hiss under my breath, but I don’t even know who I’m saying it to.Jace watches me, silent. He doesn’t try to stop me. He doesn’t try to tell me to slow down. He just lets me burn it off.When my arms shake and my legs feel weak, I finally stop. My breath is ragged, sweat clinging to my skin, and I brace myself against the bag, pressing my forehead to the cool surface.Jace steps closer, his voice quieter now. “Feel better?”I don’t answer right away. My body still feels like it’s running on high voltage, but the energy is different now. The desperation, the unbearable itch, it’s dulled.&l
Serena POVThe bedroom walls feel like they’re closing in on me, suffocating, even when Jace is there. He’s been letting me out, but only when he’s around, like he doesn’t trust me. Maybe he’s right not to. I don’t even trust myself right now.My skin crawls, my body restless, my thoughts moving too fast for me to catch. One second, I feel like I need to run, to escape, to do something—anything—but then it shifts, and I crash, exhaustion pressing me down like a weight.I hate this. I hate feeling like I’m not in control. It's been a week, I thought by now I would be fine, but I'm not.I pace back and forth across the room, my hands shaking as I rake them through my hair. Jace is sitting in the chair near the door, watching me with that same patient expression he’s had since all of this started. Like he’s waiting for me to snap.“Stop looking at me like that,&rd
Jace POVI head down the hall, my heartbeat picking up the closer I get to the room she’s in. When I push open the door, she’s still on the bed, legs crossed, fingers tugging at a loose thread on the blanket.She looks up, her expression unreadable. “Hey,” she murmurs.Stepping inside, I shut the door behind me. “You good?”She shrugs, glancing away. “I guess.”I walk closer, dropping into the chair beside the bed. “You ate?”She nods. “Rich made sure of it.”Of course, he did.Silence stretches between us, thick and weighted, until she finally speaks again. “Why are you here, Jace?”I meet her gaze, holding it steady. “Because I’m not going anywhere.”Standing, I watch her curl into herself, arms wrapped tight around her legs like she’s trying to disappear. She looks so damn small like this, so fucking frag
Jace POVThe exhaustion is like a weight pressing down on me, my body begging for rest, but my mind refuses to slow down. I’ve been working for hours, handling everything at the club, but it’s impossible to focus when all I can think about is her.I haven’t heard a damn thing from Rich since I left Serena with him. No updates, no messages. It’s not like I expected play-by-plays of everything happening in that room, but silence? It doesn’t sit right with me, so I need to check on her.Taking the elevator up, I roll my shoulders, trying to shake off the tension. As soon as the doors slide open, I step into my apartment, my attention immediately pulled toward the bedroom door. Then I hear it, laughter, Serena is laughing.It’s soft at first, then louder, full of something I haven’t heard in years. Pure, genuine happiness. It stops me in my tracks. My chest tightens, and for a moment, I just stand the
Serena POVRich doesn’t push, just watches as I drift back into memories.“When we were kids, we did everything together,” I say, a small smile tugging at my lips. “He’d come over, and we’d build forts out of blankets in my living room. We used to sneak out at night and go to the lake, just to sit by the water and talk. Sometimes we’d dare each other to do stupid things, like climb onto the roof of my house or steal candy from the corner store.”Rich chuckles. “He ever get caught?”I laugh, shaking my head. “No. I always did, though. He was too damn good at talking his way out of trouble.”Rich smirks. “He still is.”I nod, my smile fading slightly. “It was easy back then. He was always there, always... Jace. No complications, and no mess.”“But now?” Rich prompts.I sigh, pushing my plate away. “Now I don’t k
Serena POVRich runs a hand through his hair, sighing heavily. “Serena, he set you up. He made you the monster so you wouldn’t ever question what really happened, and if you did? He had Dale right there, feeding you those pills, keeping your head foggy enough that you’d never put the pieces together.”My stomach lurches. “The pills…” My voice trails off as realization starts to sink in.“Yeah,” Rich nods, his expression grim. “Makes me wonder how long they’ve been keeping you doped up. How long they’ve made you believe you were just crazy instead of realizing what they did to you.”I press a hand to my forehead, feeling like my skull is splitting open. “No,” I whisper, shaking my head. “I would’ve known. I would’ve remembered.”“Would you?” Rich’s voice is gentle now, but the weight behind his words i
Serena POVI wake up groggy, my body heavy, my mind wrapped in a thick fog. My limbs feel sluggish, my skin too tight, too sensitive.How long has it been? Panic creeps in as I blink around the dimly lit room, trying to piece things together. My throat is dry, my mouth like sandpaper. Something feels wrong.“Jace?” My voice cracks, barely more than a whisper. I swallow hard and try again, louder this time. “Jace!”I hear footsteps followed by the door creaking open, and Rich stands in the doorway, leaning against the frame, watching me.He lifts his hands, slow and easy, like he’s dealing with a wild animal. He steps inside, holding out a glass of water. “Easy there, trouble. Just me.”I don’t move. My heart pounds, and paranoia twists in my gut. Jace isn’t here. Where is Jace? “Where’s Jace?” I ask.Rich just smiles like I didn’t just snap at him. “Tr