Kier's POV"Aren't you supposed to be home with your new wife instead of checking out single ladies?" Charlie teased, his tone dripping with mockery.I barely spared him a glance, raising a brow in silent thanks as the bartender slid my whiskey across the counter.Then, turning to Charlie, I shot him a glare. "Would you lower your damn voice? Do you want everyone to know I'm married?"He scoffed. "Really? That’s what you're worried about? When you called me, while I was in Rome, by the way, and told me you were getting married, I was surprised. No, actually, I was shocked. Then I was happy. And then…" He took a dramatic pause. "I was horrified."I took a slow sip of whiskey, letting the burn sear the back of my throat. That was exactly what I needed.Maybe it'd knock some sense into me.Because I had taken my wife against the wall. Like some kind of maniac.I shook the thought off. Dwelling on it only made things worse. And not just because of the guilt.Turning back to Charlie, I exh
GENESIS "And who might you be?" Veronica asked, stopping just a few feet away from me. Daisy clung to her hand while she used the other to remove her glasses. Without them, I was met with sharp, cat-like eyes that swept over me from head to toe. I couldn’t deny that I did the same. She was stunning. Platinum blonde hair sleekly pulled into a ponytail, perfectly arched brows, and an air of quiet authority that made it impossible to look away. One perfectly manicured brow lifted, her lips parting as if she were about to speak— But before she could, Daisy tugged on her hand. "Aunt Vera, that’s Uncle Kier’s wife," Daisy said innocently. "And she can’t talk." The second the words left her mouth, Veronica’s fingers slackened. The glasses she had been holding slipped from her grasp, hitting the floor with a sharp clang. Her eyes widened, horror and disbelief flashing across her face. "Wife?" she whispered, barely audible. She swayed slightly, unsteady on her feet. Instinct kicked in
Kier's POV"Does your father still think we’re in the 1800s? Who still forces their children to marry some random girl they don’t even know?" Veronica huffed, clearly more annoyed by the situation than I was, the one actually in it.I let out a small, humorless smile, but as my eyes drifted toward Genesis, the smile vanished.Why was she smiling?I glanced at Charlie, who was leaning in too close to my wife, that ridiculous grin plastered on his face—the same one he always wore around women he fancied.And she wasn’t even pulling away.Okay, she wasn’t exactly leaning in, but she was sitting there, smiling at him.I didn’t like that.Wait—saying it like that made me sound like a controlling asshole.I just didn’t like that she was smiling at him.I thought she didn’t like strangers. She barely even talked to me. But now, she was completely comfortable, amused even.And that bastard was—"Kier, are you even listening to me?"Veronica’s voice snapped me out of my blatant gawking—no, no,
GENESIS He was gone before I woke up. I didn’t even get to kiss him like he had told me.I sighed, propping myself against the headboard. My pencil and book rested on my thighs as I skimmed through the rule he had given me yesterday.To say I wasn’t surprised would be a lie.But I had to do as he said, of course.After going over the book one more time, I climbed off the bed and made my way to the bathroom.What am I going to do today?It was Monday. He was probably at work. Daisy would be in school too.She was the only person I talked to.So that meant I’d be here alone.I shed my clothes and stepped into the shower stall. The moment the water hit my head, I shivered, even though it was hot.I closed my eyes, but the second I did, I was there again.That cold, musty room…My eyes snapped open, my chest rising and falling too fast. I quickly shut off the shower and stepped out, my breath coming in short, ragged bursts.Gripping the sink, I stared down at the white porcelain, then sl
Kier's POV “Mr. Blackwood, your three o'clock meeting will commence soon,” my PA, Rachel, said over the intercom. “Thank you, Rachel,” I replied, settling back into my chair. I leaned back and stared out through the glass wall. As I sat there, my thoughts drifted back home. I had left the house early this morning—she was still sleeping when I left. I couldn't help but watch her for a moment, like a creep, mesmerized by the way her brow furrowed in her sleep, as if trapped in a nightmare. I reached out and smoothed her brow. Just as I was about to pull my hand away, she reached out and grasped it. I found myself frozen, her hand wrapped around mine, holding me tight until she slipped deeper into sleep, her grip loosening just enough for me to gently pull away. Leaving her had been harder than usual. No pun intended, but I wanted nothing more than to stay and watch her sleep. Still, I had to leave, knowing she’d be fine for a while longer. “Sir, the meeting is about to begin,
Genesis’s POVOh God.Daisy was watching us.I buried my face against his chest, my legs trembling slightly where they were wrapped around his waist, and I could feel him twitch inside me.“Nothing, sweetheart. Just go back downstairs. Genesis isn’t feeling well,” he said, but didn’t turn around.“Not feeling well? But she was fine just a few minutes ago when I saw her,” Daisy replied, and my face burned with embarrassment. I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me whole.She continued. “Lily, are you okay?” I heard her footsteps coming closer, but Kier shifted sideways, making his body jostle inside me. A moan slipped from my mouth, and I knew he realized it.“She’s not feeling well, Daisy. Just go back downstairs. I’ll take care of her, and she’ll be fine,” he said, moving again. My mouth fell open, and then I heard the sound of a door creaking open.Thankfully, we were close to the bedroom door, so Kier only had to lean sideways slightly to turn the doorknob.“But why are you…”
Kier’s POV “Lean against the glass,” I said. She looked up at me, her eyes briefly meeting mine, then turned around and placed her hands on the cool wall of the shower stall. I stepped closer, lifting her waist slightly. She shivered under my touch, and I smirked, letting my palm glide along her waist and hips. But then I noticed them—the scars running across her back. My amusement vanished, replaced by a flare of anger. Who the hell did this to her? I had been forced to marry her, yet no one told me anything about her life. And truthfully, I hadn’t cared enough to ask. My father claimed we were childhood friends, but I remembered none of it. Still, there had always been something off about her stepfamily. Something unspoken. But I knew nothing. Not really. I traced one of the jagged scars, my fingers gentle. She shivered again. “Do they hurt?” I asked. She turned slightly, glancing at me over her shoulder, then at my hand resting on the mark. She didn’t answer right
Genesis' POV"I'm proud of you."His words echoed in my head, making my face flush hot. I twirled the bottom of my pencil between my lips, lost in yesterday’s memory—the way he moved inside me, each thrust sending waves of pleasure that left my body trembling. I crossed my legs tightly, my chest rising and falling as the heat returned to my skin.“Genesis, that pencil is meant for your book, not your mouth,” Liam’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts. I straightened up immediately, guilt flashing across my face as I met his unimpressed gaze.“Want to share your thoughts?” he asked, tilting his head.I looked down at my book and shook my head quickly. No way. I couldn’t.“You sure? You could write it down if talking too hard. Is something wrong?” he asked gently.I shook my head again, unable to meet his eyes. If I did, he might somehow know what I was thinking—something I definitely shouldn’t be thinking in class.“If you say so,” he said, and placed his hand gently on mine where it r
KIERMy eyes blinked open, and I looked up to see a strange ceiling.“Fuck, where am I?” I croaked, grimacing. Why did my mouth taste like I ate something sour mixed with liquor?As I tried to stand, a flash of images and loud words exploded behind my eyes.“The king is back. Give him more,” someone shouted. Then, I opened my mouth, and a woman—her face fuzzy—poured a drink into her own mouth and then into mine.That wasn’t all. Hands were roaming around my body, lips on places like my neck, my mouth.Flashing lights. Bodies grinding together.Then it all vanished as quickly as it had come. I pressed my hand to my forehead. Definitely a hangover. I leaned against the headboard, blinking, trying to clear my mind. After a moment, I opened my eyes and took in my surroundings—and groaned.Three naked women were sleeping on the bed.“Damn… what happened last night?” I muttered.I vaguely remembered going to the Opal Noir club, but the rest was a blur. How had I ended up like this? Sleeping
KIERThe office was empty, everyone else had left for the night. My PA had gone home hours ago, and I was still working. I glanced over the Norwood files and made a note for tomorrow. I sent a message, brief and to the point: 'Have the Norwood files finalized and on my desk first thing tomorrow. No mistakes. I’m not dealing with this again.’Immediately that was done, I looked over the other files I had been sent. Tomorrow, I had a meeting with a small startup company—bright-eyed, underprepared, and probably hoping for a miracle. They wouldn’t get one. If their pitch wasn’t solid, I’d shut it down before the coffee cooled. I didn’t entertain weak ideas or wasted time.I skimmed their proposal, red-lining the fluff and circling the numbers that didn’t add up. They were trying too hard to impress, which usually meant they had something to hide—or nothing at all. Either way, I’d find out by morning.The clock on the wall blinked past ten, and I sighed. I wrapped everything up, shut down
Monica Candell stepped into the house and breathed a sigh of relief. Finally, she was out of the scorching heat. She hadn’t been able to take her car, since she could no longer afford the expenses it required.Taking a deep breath, she glanced around the large living space. Her stomach churned at the thought that her stepdaughter was now living in such a luxurious environment, while she and her children were stuck in a house they could no longer afford to even keep the AC running.She looked around again, but the large living room was empty. Then she heard voices followed by a loud clang. A twisted smile crept across her face. In her mind, she hoped Genesis wasn’t enjoying herself here either. That alone would make her day. And even though she didn’t hear any crying, she didn’t mind—her stepdaughter couldn’t make any sound anyway, so wouldn't be able to hear it, she thought with glee.Clearing her throat, she turned the corner and spoke just as she rounded it. “Genesis, mother’s home.
GENESISHe stood up so abruptly from the chair that it startled me, and in an instant, all eyes turned to him.“Excuse us, but we have to take our leave. So sorry about this," he said, and without waiting for a reply, he grabbed my hand.His grip was firm but not painful as he pulled me along, weaving through the tables without slowing down. I stumbled to keep up, my heart racing and my face burning with embarrassment. The weight of curious, judgmental stares followed us, whispers brushing against my skin.When we finally pushed through the large doors and into the empty hallway, he didn’t stop. Not until we were outside the mansion, where the air was filled with blinding lights and flashes. Large men quickly surrounded us, ushering us into the car.Only then did he release my hand.He turned to face me, his jaw tight, his chest rising and falling just a little faster than normal. His eyes dropped to my body, lingering on the way I fidgeted, trying to pull my dress lower, even though
KIERI leaned against the wall, a smirk on my lips, amused as I watched my wife’s eyes dart around, searching for her panties. She must have forgotten I had taken them.It was mine now, though.“Looking for something?” I asked, and she turned around, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. She could barely look me in the eye.“What are you looking for?” I asked again, and her blush deepened. She pointed to her middle, silently telling me it was her panties.I faked a gasp. “Did my wife just lose her panties in a public bathroom?” I pushed off from the wall, moving closer to her. She pointed at her legs, then at me, and then at the air—meaning she took them off, I took them, and must have thrown them somewhere. Now they were lost, and the frustration on her face was palpable.But I just kept smiling.“Do you know how embarrassing this is?” I teased. “What if someone finds your panties... and then sniffs them?” As I spoke, her head snapped up in horror, and I nodded, loving the reaction.
GENESISTears streamed down my face. My butt was on fire—stinging from his punishment—but it wasn’t just pain coursing through me. Pleasure crept in, twisted and sharp. My body trembled, and between my legs… I was soaked. I could feel it dripping down my thigh.Why?He was hurting me. Punishing me.So why did it feel good?Why was I arching my back and pushing my ass out more?My mouth fell open, forehead pressed against the wall, as I felt him shove two thick fingers inside me.“You’re so wet,” he rasped, voice low and husky, the kind that raked over skin like velvet and smoke. “So warm. I just want to sink inside you.”He drove his fingers deeper, pressing against the spot I privately called my sweet spot—the one he always found. The one that made me unravel when he kept hitting it over and over again, like he was doing now.His fingers thrust in fast, merciless. The sounds—obscene. Wet. Sloppy. Loud enough to echo.“I only spanked you, and you’re already dripping,” he said with a m
KIERI saw red the moment his filthy lips touched my wife's hand. And not just a fleeting brush, no, he had the audacity to linger. His mouth stayed there a second too long, and I recognized that smirk. I knew it too well. I had perfected it myself. Given it to countless women. The smirk of a man who just found something, someone interesting.But his was about the chase. I knew Keenan.Sure, I used to mess around. But never with another man’s woman. Never with someone off-limits.Yeah, some of the women I banged, cried, called me a jerk, cold-blooded. That’s how I got the name Cold-Blooded Casanova. But I was always honest. I told them up front: no strings, just fun. And they agreed. But there’s always one who thinks I can change him. Ridiculous.The difference between me and Keenan? He’s a snake in silk. A liar dipped in charm. He tells women he loves them just to see how quickly they’ll spread their legs. Hearts to him are poker chips—easily won, easily lost, never cared for.I saw
GENESISAs we stepped out, there were so many people outside. My heart began to race.Bright lights flashed. Loud clicks. Strange equipment. So many eyes.I froze for a second, instinctively shrinking in on myself, but Kier’s hand tightened around my waist, grounding me. Possessive. Protective.His fingers dug into my side, like he could sense the panic rising in my chest.You're okay, I told myself. You're with him.I glanced up at him.His jaw was sharp, his expression cold, that boss face on. But when he looked down at me for just a moment, something flickered behind his eyes. Something warm. Reassuring.He didn’t say anything. He didn’t have to.He simply nodded.So I nodded back, small, just for him.We started walking together, slowly. Strange flashes. People turned. I felt their stares. Their whispers. But I clung to Kier’s side like a lifeline, every step heavy with nerves.And yet… a small part of me felt proud.I wasn’t that scared little girl right now.I was his wife.And
KIERShe walked out of the closet in that dress, and I swear, I forgot how to breathe.The dress was black—tight, elegant, and flawless. Her milky skin shimmered under the lights, the soft curve of her neck, and the dip in her waist... It was all too much. Too soft, too innocent. Too her.And yet, she was mine.But tonight, I’d have to share her. I couldn’t touch her the way I wanted to. I couldn’t rip that dress off her like I needed to. I could only smile, be the CEO, be civil, while men surely stared.I adjusted the cufflinks on my shirt, my jaw clenched in frustration. “Turn.”She blinked up at me with those wide, stupidly sweet eyes. Then she nodded and turned, just like I’d asked.I shoved my hands into my pockets, feeling the heat rise inside me. The maids that had dressed her were still in the room, and I didn’t need them to see what seeing my wife in this dress did to me.The dress was nothing extravagant. She had picked it out herself when Anna brought it to her. But as she