MAEThroughout the car ride, Owen's hand stayed on my thigh and as a result, I could not really move properly. I hardly knew why, but I wished it was because he was a monster and I felt like he was dirtying me up with his bloodied hands. Only, it was far from that. I just did not want to come to terms with what it was, exactly.As for talking, we barely said a word to each other until the car stopped right in front of a huge ass mansion. No, a castle.Was this the president's house?There was a low gate that opened automatically before he drove into the compound. My jaw was almost on the floor as I realized what was happening. This was really Owen's house. I saw the small smirk on his face as he noticed my awe, and I managed to shut my mouth and get out of the car before I could bring more disgrace to myself.Someone took my purse at the door and greeted us in the warmest way possible. I kept looking around and thankfully, Owen did not comment on it; just led me in and let me continu
MAEThe nightmares didn’t stop. It didn’t matter how many sleeping pills I took or how exhausted I was by the end of the day. Every time I closed my eyes, I was back in that bathroom, staring at Carter’s girlfriend, lifeless and broken on the tile floor. Sometimes, in the dreams, it wasn’t her—it was me, sprawled out, blood pooling beneath me. I’d wake up gasping, drenched in sweat, feeling like I’d never truly left that room. I thought the incident had not affected me that much—turned out I was so wrong.I started avoiding everyone. The girls at Casa Eleganza whispered behind my back, but I didn’t have the energy to care. They always gossiped about something—this time, it was me. I overheard snippets: "She's losing it," "She looks like a ghost," and the ever-popular, "She's gonna get herself kicked out if she keeps this up."Scar was the only one who dared to say it to my face. "Mae, you need to pull yourself together. You're going to get yourself kicked out." She told me one afterno
MAEI was being watched.Or rather, it felt like I was being watched. I talked to Scar about it, but she simply watched me like I was crazy—definitely because of my recent sleepwalking habits—and then she assured me that there was too much security watching over us for us to be harmed easily. That calmed me down a bit but not totally. I started avoiding Owen right after that incident at his room and started taking harsher drugs because my sleepwalking simply did not want to end. Eli was skeptical about giving them to me at first but we came to a deal/agreement in the end. I was not to take more than two in a week.Needless to say, I did not follow what he had asked and I took it more than two times weekly.. most times, I even took it up to five times. I could now go get the drugs myself, so it was not a problem.Since then, I slept soundly. Sometimes I still got nightmares but I never woke up in the middle of it, and I never sleepwalked from then. Again, the guilt kept eating me up,
OWEN"Come to my room. Now." I walked towards my room without looking back to see if she was following and only stopped when I was inside, only to shut the door behind her."What happened tonight?" The question came at once, and she looked up at me as though she was confused by it. I did not like the look in her eyes. It was distant, almost like she was not here completely.If I did not already hold her in some sort of high regard, I would have concluded she was doing drugs. "From the beginning?" She asked softly, her teary eyes uncertain. "From the beginning, Mae. Sit." I ordered as I went to sit on the long couch myself. She sat beside me and started,"A guy tried to grope me at the club, and I was not in the mood for that so I ran off…" She turned to me as if to gauge my reaction but I was sure she would see nothing. I wondered when she would stop searching for these emotions—I was as nonchalant as they came.But it did not mean I was not affected by her confession… in fact, I s
MAEI woke up the next morning in a strange bed after falling asleep on Owen's chair in his chambers at Casa Eleganza. The realization hit me like cold water.I sat up, looking around and trying to make sense of where I was. I felt groggy and disoriented, my body heavy like I’d been run over by a truck. It took a few seconds for my brain to kick into gear. This was not my apartment and it also was not Owen’s room at Casa Eleganza. Then where was I?The air felt thick, and my skin prickled with sweat. I winced as my head pounding like I was going through a bad hangover. My mouth was dry, and my hands felt clammy as I rubbed at my face. Something wasn't right. I had never felt this restless and tired even after waking up before."Oh… Oh fuck…" I murmured when it hit me—I'd not taken the damn pill last night. It had been three days since I had not taken it now, and the withdrawal symptoms were getting serious.I cursed under my breath, my heart thudding in my chest. Missing a dose was l
OWENShe ignored me for the next few days. Just asked for her pills once and then ignored me for the entire day when I told her no. How did this woman come from being so fierce and full of life to being so numb and quiet.Her eyes were no longer the stormy greens I had gotten used to. They were now a pale replica… boring and distant.My ego and pride was holding me back from trying to engage in a proper conversation with her. In my defense, she could not exactly stand my presence.Today, I entered her room with a box containing clothes and jewelry and some shoes. Usually, I would throw a party for my birthday which would be combined with the launch of a new business normally, or showing off a new achievement.I wanted none of those tonight. Last minute, I decided I could spend the night with Mae. Marco would aim at me with his gun if he heard of this because he would definitely think I was possessed by some imposter, but every passing day, all I wanted was to be around this Mae woman
MAE"Fuck me and get this over with." I demanded, my legs shaking mildly under me. His eyes on me were like hot coal, with an intensity that made my breath catch. His silence only made the tension between us thicker, the air practically crackling with it. He took a step closer, his jaw tightening. "Don't say shit you don't mean, Mae. There is a reason I have been holding back. Despite your tough exterior, you cannot handle a man like me, and despite the fact that I am the city's most feared monster, I cannot handle any more of your hate." His voice was low, a growl that sent shivers up my spine. I lifted my chin defiantly, refusing to back down. "You’ve been looking at me like you want to devour me, Owen. You cannot tell me you just respect my feelings so much that you cannot fuck me. What is it, really? Afraid I can’t handle you?" His hand shot out, grabbing my wrist and yanking me closer. I gasped as my bare chest bumped against his, my titties literally crushing against his t
MAESaying I was embarrassed would be the understatement of the century. I really wanted to miss that dinner, but I knew if Owen really wanted me to come, he would make sure I was there even if it meant I had to be carried there, kicking and screaming.Okay, and the part I feared most was Owen walking in here and deciding to dress me up for the event. I would not even put that past him. I could not even put anything past him right now.I sighed, going through the box… I even got a makeup pack. How was he even sure I could do any makeup? Was there any rule book that stated that a painter must know how to do some makeup?I was good, but I did not do makeup as well as I painted.After around 20 minutes of doing some light makeup, I stared at myself in the mirror, barely recognizing the girl looking back. It got even better when I got into the dress.The dress Owen sent was stunning, no doubt about that. It was a deep maroon red dress that hugged my figure without feeling too tight, the
A FEW MINUTES EARLIER…MAE'S POV“Liam, if you get this message, call me back. We need to talk.” I hit send, my fingers tightening around my phone as I stepped into my room. I needed to know if he was alive. If he was safe. But I knew the chances of him replying were slim. After all, I was screwing Owen while Liam was probably being tortured. Or worse. I felt a sick feeling in my stomach. Did Owen kill him? Did he and his men cover it up, make it look like Liam ran away? I hated that I was even considering it, but I couldn't stop the thought from creeping in. Still, Owen wouldn’t lie to me. He had no reason to. Right? “Oh, nice. You are here.” Eli’s voice cut through my thoughts the second I stepped inside. I barely looked at him as I sank in to the bed, letting out a slow, tired breath. At least I didn’t walk in on the usual horror show—Eli screwing some random man like his life depended on it. Small mercy. “Apparently,” I muttered, rubbing my temples, trying to e
OWEN“Are you sure you’re searching right? Because there’s no way he just disappeared into thin air.” I said to Marco, raising an eyebrow as I watched him puff on his cigarette. He didn’t answer, his eyes showing he was in deep thought as the smoke curled around his face.“Funny, isn’t it?” Marco finally spoke, his voice low, almost thoughtful. “Somehow beat five of our men and escaped. I gotta admit, the little fucker’s actually strong, considering we had him beat to a pulp before his escape.”I rubbed my chin, trying to piece together what had just happened. It didn’t add up. But then Marco’s eyes narrowed, and he started staring at me like I was the one hiding something.“What?” I asked, confusion in my voice as I raised an eyebrow, noticing the way he was studying me.He didn’t answer immediately. Another drag of his cigarette. Then, he tossed out the question with a casual shrug. “Just wondering if you had to let him go for the redhead.”I froze. Surprised by his accusation. Mar
MAE“Um, what?” The question slipped out before I could even process it.I felt Owen freeze, like he was trying to figure out the right response. Girlfriend? Owen wants me to be his freaking girlfriend?How? When? How the hell did we get here? Was the sex that good that he thought we should be in a relationship?Okay, to be fair, the sex was good, divine even. I wasn’t sure if i would ever have a better experience with another man. But Owen?He had been with plenty of women. This shouldn’t mean anything to him. So what the hell was going on here?“I am pretty sure my mind is in the right place right now,” he said casually as I heard the shampoo squirt on my head.He massaged the lather into my scalp, slowly, almost like he was giving me a head massage. It felt… comforting.“Are you sure, Owen? I mean, this is out of character…” I admitted.He didn’t respond, just kept washing my hair, rinsing it off with gentle hands. My heart was racing, anxiety creeping in. I couldn’t process any
MAEThis was insane….way too fucking insane. And all I could think about was how many orgasms my body could handle before it gave out completely. If this was punishment, then maybe committing a sin wasn’t such a terrible idea after all. The sound of our skin slapping together filled the room. My cheek was pressed against the soft mattress while my arms were pinned behind me with one of Owen’s strong hands. He slammed into me from behind, relentless and unforgiving while bended in a doggie position. "Ahhh, shit," I cursed, feeling every inch of him stretching me to the limit. My body jerked forward with every deep thrust, my ass bouncing against him. "Fuck, Owen!" I moaned loudly, my voice shaking as he delivered a snap on my ass. He gripped my hands behind me tighter, pulling me back into him as though I belonged to him and I didn’t mind. Not one bit. He picked up his pace, his thrusts growing rougher. His thumb found my clit mid-stroke, teasing it gently, making me gasp a
OWENHow much longer could I hold myself back? Watching her spread out in front of me, vulnerable and perfect, was enough to destroy whatever control I had left. Her gorgeous, wet cunt had just been mine to feast on…I loved seeing her like this, her hair scattered across the pillow, some strands clinging to her sweat-dampened skin. Her chest rising and falling, her nipples hard and glistening, practically begging me to take them in my mouth. I couldn’t help it anymore. I needed to be inside her. I needed to feel her wrapped around my cock. I wanted to bury myself so deep inside her that she would scream my name all night until she forgot everything—her own name included. Watching her orgasm had been a masterpiece. she had drenched my fingers, her chest arching as she came so hard I knew she saw stars. Pure art. I dragged my fingers up her stomach, tracing the trail to her breasts, which were on full display for me. I grabbed them softly, just how I had imagined they would fe
MAE“Fuck, what are you doing to me, Owen?” I cried out, feeling his lips against my inner thighs, leaving small, teasing kisses as he moved closer to my wet, throbbing core. He bit down gently on my thigh, his teeth grazing my skin just enough to make me shiver. I bit my lip hard, trying to suppress the moan that begged to escape. How long was he planning to keep me like this? His kisses moved lower, trailing from my thighs until he was so close to where I needed him. He placed another soft kiss on the inside of my thigh, his hands gripping and spreading me further apart. “You know exactly what I am doing, Mae,” he said, his voice low and rough, making me feel different emotions at that moment. “I am making sure you understand one thing, this is mine. You are mine.” He chuckled, the sound deep and vibrating against my skin, right before his lips brushed over my most sensitive spot. The flick of his tongue against my clit made me lose the battle i had been fighting to stay
MAE“Fuck, what are you doing to me, Owen?” I cried out, feeling his lips against my inner thighs, leaving small, teasing kisses as he moved closer to my wet, throbbing core. He bit down gently on my thigh, his teeth grazing my skin just enough to make me shiver. I bit my lip hard, trying to suppress the moan that begged to escape. How long was he planning to keep me like this? His kisses moved lower, trailing from my thighs until he was so close to where I needed him. He placed another soft kiss on the inside of my thigh, his hands gripping and spreading me further apart. “You know exactly what I am doing, Mae,” he said, his voice low and rough, making me feel different emotions at that moment. “I am making sure you understand one thing, this is mine. You are mine.” He chuckled, the sound deep and vibrating against my skin, right before his lips brushed over my most sensitive spot. The flick of his tongue against my clit made me lose the battle i had been fighting to stay
MAE“You have to knock when you enter a lady’s room.” I snapped, wrapping the towel tighter around my body. His reaction was weird, no words, just a look. No, not just a look, pure hunger.And oh, he wasn’t subtle. The bulge in his pants was as obvious as a neon sign, and his eyes? They practically removed the towel around me on the spot. If he were any more desperate, he would be drooling.I cleared my throat, trying to shake off the awkwardness. “What are you doing here?” I asked. “If you have got something to say, just spit it out and leave.”He didn’t answer. His dark eyes slowly raked over me from head to toe, lingering a little too long in places that made my skin heat up. A smirk played on his lips as he shut the door behind him, locking us in.“Are you trying to drive me insane, Mia Cara?” he finally said, his voice low. He slid his suit jacket off with ease, tossing it on the chair like he owned every inch of the room and me. “Standing there, looking like that… a man can onl
OWENI slept with her already. She should be out of my system, irrelevant.That was the plan all along—to have fun with the sexy redhead who caught my attention from day one. I did it, had a good time, so why the hell won’t she leave my head? Because of course, I was lying to myself. All along, I knew this would be more than a one, two or three time thing.I knew Mae Rivera was going to be special. More than just a lay, and now, I was only trying to calm myself because shit was starting to look scary.I took a big gulp of alcohol, trying to calm myself, but it was useless. No matter how hard I tried, thoughts of her kept creeping back in.“Why the fuck does something as stupid as that hurt this much?” I muttered under my breath, the memory of her words replaying in my mind.I wasn’t the type to feel hurt. Pain, emotions—they were pointless, stupid even. But with her, it felt different. For a moment, I wondered if I was losing my damn mind.“The bastard still won’t talk,” Marco said as