JadeThe golden hues of the setting sun spilled across the polished hardwood floor of our new apartment, bathing it in a warm glow that should have felt welcoming. But the air held a strange tension, like the stillness before a storm. I zipped up the last of my suitcases, the fabric straining against the bulk of hastily folded clothes. A glance around confirmed the practical sterility of the place—impersonal yet oddly comforting with its ready-made homeliness. All we needed were our belongings, and I had just finished transferring mine into this anonymous space that would soon echo the patterns of our lives.Taking a breath to steady the fluttering in my chest—a curious mix of excitement and an unnamed dread—I crossed the threshold into Lee's room, the door creaking softly on its hinges as if reluctant to reveal its occupant's secrets. There she was, Lee, framed by the window, her silhouette etched against the canvas of a city we were yet to call home. Her eyes, those windows to a sou
JadeSunlight danced on the cerulean waves, a glittering symphony that played upon the infinite expanse of the ocean. The horizon stretched beyond the limits of sight, unfettered and wild from the vantage point of my new apartment, a sanctuary perched high above the world's mundane clamor. Life was undeniably sweeter here, each breath imbued with the briny zest of sea air, promising a day unshackled from yesterday's shadows.Yet, as I lay there, ensconced in the soft embrace of Egyptian cotton sheets that whispered against my skin like the gentlest of lovers' caresses, my mind drifted—unbidden—to Mr. Lombardi. The thought of him ignited a tempest within me, a maelstrom of desire and indignation that clashed with the tranquil morning. "How dare he call me unworthy," I murmured to the empty room, the words falling flat against the backdrop of rolling waves. His rejection stung, an incessant throb in my chest, but it was his craving, the way he devoured my pussy with such ravenous hunger
JadeA sigh escaped my lips, heavy with the weight of unspoken thoughts, as I retreated into the bathroom. The room was dimly lit, suffused with a gentle glow that seemed to soften the edges of reality. My hand turned the faucet, releasing a cascade of warmth that filled the space with a comforting hiss. I stepped beneath the shower's embrace, letting the water envelop me in its liquid caress.“Fuck you!,” I murmured to the ghosts of memory that lingered at the periphery of my consciousness, insisting on their presence like unwelcome specters at a feast. As the warm droplets beat against my skin, each one felt like a tiny hammer, driving out the images and whispers of those who no longer held a place in my world. And yet, as much as I tried to banish them, one specter remained defiant, clinging to the recesses of my mind."Why now?" The question slipped from my lips, mingling with the steam rising in spirals around me. It wasn't just any him, it was him – the man whose very essence se
DomenicoThe moment I crossed the threshold, Gail's voice slithered through the air like a serpent draped in velvet, each word dripping with the saccharine sweetness of fake. "Honey, I made pasta for supper," she cooed, her syllables curling into my ears with the subtlety of a sledgehammer to crystal. A voice so fake that even the dumbest child could see through.With a dismissive grunt, I shrugged off the weight of her words along with the tailored suit jacket that clung to my broad shoulders; it fell to the floor in a heap of expensive fabric and unspoken disdain. I didn't give Gail the satisfaction of my attention, didn't let her see the flicker of irritation that danced behind my eyes—because if I did, if I allowed myself to truly acknowledge her presence, I would be compelled to send her away once more, to cast her out into the cold reality from which she desperately sought refuge. What I need is for her to leave me the fuck alone and return to her father’s house. Well, the probl
Domenico"Oh, baby, you seem so tired; let me give you a massage.” The words slithered from her lips, coated in the syrupy tone of feigned concern. The falseness of it swirled around me like a nauseating perfume. "You are working too hard, Dom.”As the word 'Dom' rolled off Gail's tongue, it was as if she drew it from a well of insincerity, each syllable dripping with the saccharine sweetness of artificiality. The sound of my name in her voice was like a poorly played melody, grating against the walls of my consciousness. However, when another person—a particular young woman whose image flickered like a candle flame in the back of my mind—whispered that name, it resonated with a symphony of desire and possession."Dom," she would say, and oh, how differently it sounded. There was a purity to it, an innocence laced with the promise of something primal. It stirred within me a beast that lay dormant, biding its time beneath layers of control and denial.“At least you are now starting to
DomenicoI really can’t stand Gail. Women these days are clever. Can't she fucking see that I don’t want her around? Women are clever these days; they don’t stay where they are not wanted, but this mosquito won’t leave me the fuck alone. I know to her it’s never about love; it’s about power. She and her excuse of a father want power and protection because I am the fucking king. But one thing I will never give Gail is my attention. Mother, no matter how hard I try to be a loving fiancé, as humans call it, I just can’t fucking love that mutt.I pull out my phone with the intention of calling Kate, but my fingers have other plans for me. I found myself calling Juicy J. I clung to the phone as it rang, and as I was about to hang up, a beautiful voice almost sounded like one belonging to my little mate answered. If I didn’t know better, I’d say Juicy J was my little Jade, but that little girl is far too innocent to talk dirty like Juicy J.Maybe, just maybe, I need to meet Juicy J and then
DomenicoThe chandeliers cast a golden glow over the room, turning every glass, plate, and fork into instruments of light, casting prismatic shadows over my brooding form—shadows that seemed to mock the turmoil twisting inside me. The golden hue of the restaurant's walls was supposed to provide a comforting embrace, yet tonight, it felt as if they were closing in, suffocating me with the scent of gourmet dishes and the murmur of contented diners. I sat there, an island of discontent amidst a sea of luxury, flanked by my ever-watchful bodyguards who stood like silent sentinels."Sir," one of them murmured, his voice barely breaking the hum of conversation around us, "will you need anything while you wait?" As if I were waiting for anything meaningful, but nah! My own doom!I glanced up from my clenched fists, knuckles turned white, the fine lines of my suit doing nothing to dispel the disarray of my spirit. "No," I replied, my voice a soft growl that belied the tempest within. "just...
GailI followed Dark because I could feel something wasn't right; the man who was supposed to be mine wasn't into me at all. I'm desperate right now, and I don't even know what to do. First, he made me feel like shit in front of the Kate girl who worked in our penthouse for 2 days, and now I'm sensing there is another woman in the picture.Come to think of it, that girl is Kate, and there is another Kate that he's seeing. Do I have to change my name to Kate for Dom to look at me?I really don't know what to do, and I'm running out of time. I should be the queen, not going up and down trying to find out who has Dark’s heart.The way I'm so mad, I should be using my wolf spread to run to wherever he went. I can't believe humans are in denial, and they don't believe creatures like us exist. But I swear to the goddess that if this Kate woman is the one, or worse, his mate, I will not hesitate to kill her. I will not let any human stand in my way of being the queen. Not on my watch.With a
GailI followed Dark because I could feel something wasn't right; the man who was supposed to be mine wasn't into me at all. I'm desperate right now, and I don't even know what to do. First, he made me feel like shit in front of the Kate girl who worked in our penthouse for 2 days, and now I'm sensing there is another woman in the picture.Come to think of it, that girl is Kate, and there is another Kate that he's seeing. Do I have to change my name to Kate for Dom to look at me?I really don't know what to do, and I'm running out of time. I should be the queen, not going up and down trying to find out who has Dark’s heart.The way I'm so mad, I should be using my wolf spread to run to wherever he went. I can't believe humans are in denial, and they don't believe creatures like us exist. But I swear to the goddess that if this Kate woman is the one, or worse, his mate, I will not hesitate to kill her. I will not let any human stand in my way of being the queen. Not on my watch.With a
DomenicoThe chandeliers cast a golden glow over the room, turning every glass, plate, and fork into instruments of light, casting prismatic shadows over my brooding form—shadows that seemed to mock the turmoil twisting inside me. The golden hue of the restaurant's walls was supposed to provide a comforting embrace, yet tonight, it felt as if they were closing in, suffocating me with the scent of gourmet dishes and the murmur of contented diners. I sat there, an island of discontent amidst a sea of luxury, flanked by my ever-watchful bodyguards who stood like silent sentinels."Sir," one of them murmured, his voice barely breaking the hum of conversation around us, "will you need anything while you wait?" As if I were waiting for anything meaningful, but nah! My own doom!I glanced up from my clenched fists, knuckles turned white, the fine lines of my suit doing nothing to dispel the disarray of my spirit. "No," I replied, my voice a soft growl that belied the tempest within. "just...
DomenicoI really can’t stand Gail. Women these days are clever. Can't she fucking see that I don’t want her around? Women are clever these days; they don’t stay where they are not wanted, but this mosquito won’t leave me the fuck alone. I know to her it’s never about love; it’s about power. She and her excuse of a father want power and protection because I am the fucking king. But one thing I will never give Gail is my attention. Mother, no matter how hard I try to be a loving fiancé, as humans call it, I just can’t fucking love that mutt.I pull out my phone with the intention of calling Kate, but my fingers have other plans for me. I found myself calling Juicy J. I clung to the phone as it rang, and as I was about to hang up, a beautiful voice almost sounded like one belonging to my little mate answered. If I didn’t know better, I’d say Juicy J was my little Jade, but that little girl is far too innocent to talk dirty like Juicy J.Maybe, just maybe, I need to meet Juicy J and then
Domenico"Oh, baby, you seem so tired; let me give you a massage.” The words slithered from her lips, coated in the syrupy tone of feigned concern. The falseness of it swirled around me like a nauseating perfume. "You are working too hard, Dom.”As the word 'Dom' rolled off Gail's tongue, it was as if she drew it from a well of insincerity, each syllable dripping with the saccharine sweetness of artificiality. The sound of my name in her voice was like a poorly played melody, grating against the walls of my consciousness. However, when another person—a particular young woman whose image flickered like a candle flame in the back of my mind—whispered that name, it resonated with a symphony of desire and possession."Dom," she would say, and oh, how differently it sounded. There was a purity to it, an innocence laced with the promise of something primal. It stirred within me a beast that lay dormant, biding its time beneath layers of control and denial.“At least you are now starting to
DomenicoThe moment I crossed the threshold, Gail's voice slithered through the air like a serpent draped in velvet, each word dripping with the saccharine sweetness of fake. "Honey, I made pasta for supper," she cooed, her syllables curling into my ears with the subtlety of a sledgehammer to crystal. A voice so fake that even the dumbest child could see through.With a dismissive grunt, I shrugged off the weight of her words along with the tailored suit jacket that clung to my broad shoulders; it fell to the floor in a heap of expensive fabric and unspoken disdain. I didn't give Gail the satisfaction of my attention, didn't let her see the flicker of irritation that danced behind my eyes—because if I did, if I allowed myself to truly acknowledge her presence, I would be compelled to send her away once more, to cast her out into the cold reality from which she desperately sought refuge. What I need is for her to leave me the fuck alone and return to her father’s house. Well, the probl
JadeA sigh escaped my lips, heavy with the weight of unspoken thoughts, as I retreated into the bathroom. The room was dimly lit, suffused with a gentle glow that seemed to soften the edges of reality. My hand turned the faucet, releasing a cascade of warmth that filled the space with a comforting hiss. I stepped beneath the shower's embrace, letting the water envelop me in its liquid caress.“Fuck you!,” I murmured to the ghosts of memory that lingered at the periphery of my consciousness, insisting on their presence like unwelcome specters at a feast. As the warm droplets beat against my skin, each one felt like a tiny hammer, driving out the images and whispers of those who no longer held a place in my world. And yet, as much as I tried to banish them, one specter remained defiant, clinging to the recesses of my mind."Why now?" The question slipped from my lips, mingling with the steam rising in spirals around me. It wasn't just any him, it was him – the man whose very essence se
JadeSunlight danced on the cerulean waves, a glittering symphony that played upon the infinite expanse of the ocean. The horizon stretched beyond the limits of sight, unfettered and wild from the vantage point of my new apartment, a sanctuary perched high above the world's mundane clamor. Life was undeniably sweeter here, each breath imbued with the briny zest of sea air, promising a day unshackled from yesterday's shadows.Yet, as I lay there, ensconced in the soft embrace of Egyptian cotton sheets that whispered against my skin like the gentlest of lovers' caresses, my mind drifted—unbidden—to Mr. Lombardi. The thought of him ignited a tempest within me, a maelstrom of desire and indignation that clashed with the tranquil morning. "How dare he call me unworthy," I murmured to the empty room, the words falling flat against the backdrop of rolling waves. His rejection stung, an incessant throb in my chest, but it was his craving, the way he devoured my pussy with such ravenous hunger
JadeThe golden hues of the setting sun spilled across the polished hardwood floor of our new apartment, bathing it in a warm glow that should have felt welcoming. But the air held a strange tension, like the stillness before a storm. I zipped up the last of my suitcases, the fabric straining against the bulk of hastily folded clothes. A glance around confirmed the practical sterility of the place—impersonal yet oddly comforting with its ready-made homeliness. All we needed were our belongings, and I had just finished transferring mine into this anonymous space that would soon echo the patterns of our lives.Taking a breath to steady the fluttering in my chest—a curious mix of excitement and an unnamed dread—I crossed the threshold into Lee's room, the door creaking softly on its hinges as if reluctant to reveal its occupant's secrets. There she was, Lee, framed by the window, her silhouette etched against the canvas of a city we were yet to call home. Her eyes, those windows to a sou
JadeThe salt-kissed breeze wafted through the open window, carrying with it the distant cries of seagulls and the relentless murmur of the ocean. I stood there, inhaling deeply, the briny air filling my lungs and cleansing away the acrid taste of past regrets. A fresh start—that's what danced on the horizon, shimmering like the sun-dappled surface of the sea before me. My life, up until this point, had been a relentless mire of chaos—a fool’s errand chasing after a love that turned out to be nothing more than a mirage orchestrated by a nut head whose name I now refused to let stain my thoughts. But here, at this moment, with the vast expanse of possibilities stretching out as far as the eye could see, I felt the tides within me begin to shift."Isn't it just perfect?" Lee's voice tinged with an uncharacteristic tremor of excitement, broke through my reverie. We were standing side by side, our reflections mingling in the glass panes that framed the perfect view."More than," I murmure