GenesisThree days.Three long, suffocating days since I was brought to this cold, lifeless mansion. It felt like I’d been dropped into another world, a world too quiet, too clean, too alien. No Monica. No Mark. No Jimmy. No yelling, no beatings, no… anything.I should have felt relief, but the silence only kept me on edge.When I first arrived, I thought it would be like my old home. Rules to follow. Voices barking orders. But this house was nothing like that. The people here, like the butler, Richard, brought me food every day. I barely touched it. The plates were piled high with things I didn’t recognize. Meat glistening with strange sauces. Bread that smells sweet. It was too much. Too strange.I wasn’t allowed to eat like this before, so how could I now?My stomach twisted in hunger, but I couldn’t bring myself to take more than a few bites. What if they were testing me? What if eating too much would bring punishment?The bathroom was another thing. It was bigger than my old room
KIER I gently led her trembling body toward the stall, concern etched on my face. "What’s the matter?" I inquired, noticing the thick steam billowing from the shower head. It was clear she had cranked the water up to an intense heat.I quickly adjusted the temperature, setting the water to a more comfortable level. The steam began to fade a bit, and I turned my gaze to her fragile, exposed form pressed against the wall, hunched and shivering, my jaw clenched tight.How could someone be so terrified of a simple shower?Her front was still to me, the scars on her skin stark against her pale complexion. Just seeing them made my chest constrict. I forced myself to take slow, deep breaths. Losing my cool wouldn’t do her any good.“Genesis,” I said gently, stepping a little closer. She flinched but didn’t retreat this time. I took that as a sign of progress.“You’re okay, it’s just water,” I reassured her, keeping my voice steady. My hand hovered near her shoulder, but I refrained from tou
GENESIS“Stop fiddling with your food and eat,” he commanded, his voice echoing with a deep authority that made me catch my breath. He was sitting uncomfortably close to me on the adjacent stool, right by the counter.It wasn’t that I didn’t want to eat; the meal looked absolutely delectable, and my stomach rumbled like a beast at the mere sight of it. The real issue was that if I consumed more than my allotted share, I would face punishment, and that was something I desperately wanted to avoid.“Go ahead, take more,” he urged as I twirled the spaghetti around my fork. I hesitated but eventually took a bit more, quickly bringing it to my lips before he could demand that I stuff my mouth even fuller. Despite the bath he had given me and the moments of apparent kindness, I knew better. People like him were the worst, pretending to care while hiding a monstrous side, unpredictable and dangerous, much like Jimmy.I understood that I had to stay alert, to keep that lurking monster within h
Kier's POVI couldn't believe what I was seeing. This girl had to be joking. What on earth did she think she was doing? “What are you doing?” I asked, and once again, she flinched. Honestly, the number of times she had reacted like that whenever I spoke or got too close was beyond counting.She turned to face me from her spot on the floor. After tending to her injury and putting a band-aid on it, I carried her to my room, determined to avoid a repeat of the chaos that had previously happened in her room.That meant saying goodbye to Sofia, the sweet brunette I had wanted to bang today. As soon as I set her down, she jumped onto the cold, hard floor beside the bed. Who does that? Apparently, she does.“What are you doing on the floor? Get on the bed,” I instructed, and she stared at me with wide eyes, as if I had just suggested the most absurd thing imaginable. I couldn’t blame her; it was a ridiculous request, even to my own ears. I wasn’t one to share a bed unless I had just fucked
GENESIS My senses were heightened, absorbing every sound and scent around me. After thirteen long years of confinement, I found myself not only married but also in a car, venturing into the unknown. The fresh air brushed against my face, a sensation I had longed for.“Come on,” he urged, placing his hand at the small of my back. Instinctively, I recoiled from his touch and glanced up, unable to see his expression behind the large sunglasses he wore.“What do you think I’m going to do to you here?” he asked, stepping closer. I fought the urge to flinch, instinctively shutting my eyes as I felt his hand on my waist, guiding me toward what I suspected was a mall.Every sensation felt amplified. The sun warmed my skin, a stark contrast to the constant chill of my previous life. The air buzzed with the aroma of roasted chestnuts from a nearby vendor, mingling with the sharp scent of car exhaust and the delicate sweetness of flowers blooming in a planter by the entrance. It was a whirlwind
Kier's POVFrom the corner of my eye, I noticed her suddenly go tense, her face turning even paler than usual as she stared at her stepbrother."Why are you still sitting there? Stand up," I said. Without looking at her, I pushed open the door on my side and stepped out.Her brother's smile widened—not at me, but at Genesis as she stepped out of the car.That smile didn’t sit well with me."Come here," I said immediately. She tore her gaze away from him and walked over, eyes downcast, her movements hesitant."What’s your brother doing here?" I asked. She flinched, then slowly raised her head to look at me.Fear. It was unmistakable.It was always there, lingering beneath the surface, but during the drive back, it had been different. She had stared out the window, taking in the view like she was seeing something out of a dream—not just plain old New York.She shook her head.Footsteps.I looked up to see Richard descending the stairs, a maid following behind him.I gestured toward the
Genesis's POVWas I in trouble?The question gnawed at my mind as I stood before the large mirror in his room, watching the maid silently zip up the yellow dress we'd gotten from that massive mall.With each inch of fabric closing around my body, the pressure in my chest tightened. My heart pounded against my ribs, louder than the soft rustle of the cloth. He had left so abruptly.He was angry. I wouldn't fool myself into thinking otherwise.I had stood there and watched as he discarded the coat like it was nothing. He'd stormed up the stairs without a second glance, leaving me frozen in place until he returned fifteen minutes later in fresh jeans and a white shirt. He barely spared me a glance before disappearing out the door again.I didn't know whether that was a good thing or not."Ma'am... ma'am?"A light tap on my shoulder made me jolt, stumbling forward. My hands shot out, catching myself against the mirror before I could topple it over and make more trouble for myself.I glanc
Kier's POV"I don't think it's a good idea to go back to the estate looking like this," Damon said, watching me slip into the car seat.I gave him a look that clearly screamed, Do I look like I give a fuck what you think?He sighed, always so fucking dramatic, then closed the damn door and got into the driver's seat. Leonardo, my other bodyguard, took the passenger seat next to him. If I had to choose, I'd pick Leo over Damon any day. The fucker knew how to mind his own business, unlike Damon, who always felt the need to fill the silence with useless words.The engine purred to life, and for a second, just one blissful second, I thought I'd get to enjoy the ride in peace without anyone trying to bore holes into my headache-ridden skull.I should have known better."What I'm trying to say is..""No." I cut him off, gritting the word through my teeth. Each syllable felt like someone was hammering nails into my skull. "You don't talk while driving. It's against... the driving code or wha
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