I was told to submit my address, and I did. Then I made the necessary payment, which was quite cheaper than I thought. I also typed down my schedule because I didn’t want a situation where I would be out working and he would come in, only to find an empty house. I wanted to be ready. I wanted to be present.
Unlike my usual days of juggling four to five part-time jobs and returning home by 9 or 10 PM, completely exhausted, today was different. I only worked at the café and the library before returning home. Today was the very first day I had ever skipped three part-time jobs since the day I became a working adult—more like a working slave. My bosses were all understanding and kind. They said I needed the break because I was very hardworking, and because of that, I tended to ignore my health. “You deserve a day off, Nina,” my café manager had said, her voice warm. “You can’t keep running yourself into the ground.” I had nodded, grateful. A day off meant time to think, time to feel. And right now, feeling was what I needed. I opened the door to my apartment. I stepped inside, my heart pounding in my chest. The anticipation was unbearable. Would he come today? Tonight? I had no way of knowing. I set my bag down by the door and walked to the kitchen. I needed to distract myself, to keep my mind from spiraling into a whirlwind of what-ifs. I filled a glass with water and took a sip, the cool liquid doing little to soothe the heat simmering beneath my skin. My phone buzzed in my pocket, and I nearly dropped the glass. My hands trembled as I pulled it out, the screen lighting up with a new message. **D: I’m here.** My breath caught. Two words, and yet they sent a jolt of electricity through me. I stared at the screen, my mind racing. Wait, he was outside, In the building? My fingers hovered over the keyboard, unsure how to respond. Before I could type anything, another message came through. **D: Open the door.** My heart leaped into my throat. I set the glass down on the counter and walked to the door, my legs unsteady. I turned the knob and opened the door. He stood in the doorway, tall and commanding. His lean, muscular frame was outlined by the fading light. His shirt clung to his broad shoulders and defined chest, while his rugged face—sharp jawline, crooked nose, and faint stubble—added a raw edge. Dark, tousled hair fell just past his ears, and his stormy gray eyes burned with a wild intensity. He was the type of man I've always wanted—the subject of my greatest fantasy come to life. A knowing smirk played on his lips, which were full and slightly chapped. His large, calloused hands spoke of strength and experience, and a worn silver ring on his right hand hinted at untold stories. Worn jeans hugged his hips and legs and the scent of leather and earth lingered on him. “Nina,” he said, his voice low and rough, like the growl of a predator. I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly dry. “D?” It felt weird calling him that but I didn't want to intrude too much by asking his full name. He stepped inside, closing the door behind him with a soft click. I felt a surge of desire, hot and overwhelming. He reached out, his fingers brushing against my cheek, and I leaned into his touch, my eyes fluttering closed. “Tell me you’re ready,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through me. I opened my eyes, meeting his gaze. “I’m ready.” A slow smile spread across his face, dark and predatory. “Good girl.” His lips crashed onto mine, rough and demanding as he scooped me into his strong arms while I wrapped my legs around his waist. In the next moment, my back was pressed against the small table. I lived in a one-room apartment, which meant my bed and stove were in the same space as my living room. As for bathing, I had to use a tiny bathroom that was barely big enough to fit in. It provided just enough room to take a bath, but it was too cramped to squat down comfortably. Therefore, I always took my baths while standing in an awkward and painful position. I can't believe my first-ever sexual experience is gonna be in a place like this. Suddenly, D bit my neck, pulling the skin of that area a bit, and I gasped. Then he eased off the pain with his wet tongue, making a soft moan slip out of my tongue. “Don't think about anything else. Just focus on me,” He spoke, and I nodded. Then he slipped my clothes off me while I did the same to him, exposing his well-defined chest and biceps. My cheeks flamed up as his big dick hardened right in front of me. I've never had sex with anyone before, but I do know a big dick when I see one; although I don't look like it, I am a certified p**n addict. This was the biggest I'd ever seen and it got my pussy so wet. Fuck, I needed him inside me quickly. As if reading my mind, he positioned himself in between my legs and started to push in. My whole body tensed up in both pain and pure ecstasy. Tears pricked at the corner of my eyes, and I reached out to wrap my arms around his neck as my fingers dug into his shoulders. He didn't whisper sorry to me, neither did he pause his movement to ask me if I was okay. I was glad for that. I wasn't those women who'd like their first time to be magical and a fairytale. That was why I had thoroughly described my fantasies, and I am glad he was following them as I wanted. He was already halfway through, and he slammed his whole length into me in one swoop. For the first time, I felt as though I had died and gone to heaven. However, with the act I'm performing right now, I guess hell would be my final destination. It hurt so bad; I guess the reason why it hurt so bad was because I had never done this before. D started to thrust into me so roughly that it felt as if my insides were about to split in half. His big palm reached for my breasts and gave them a rough squeeze. My moan was loud and a reflection of how much I loved what he was doing to my body. I felt my whole body heat up in pleasure as he continued thrusting into me like a madman on the loose. My body bounced and trembled with each thrust as never-ending pleasure and pain—a sweet mix of both coursed throughout my whole body. Then he pulled out and I frowned. I raised my face to ask him why he had stopped when he slammed into me with brute force. My whole body trembled and my legs almost gave out. The table creaked loudly and shook vehemently with each powerful thrust, and I knew, I might have to pay for a new one sooner than later. “I... I am cumming” I gasped as waves of pleasure rippled through me as I came apart on his big dick. “Mmmhh, fuuuck,” I moaned, riding out the sensations. D's balls drew up as he got close. “I'm gonna come so deep inside your pretty little pussy and breed you” Oh God, if only he knew what those words do to me. He started to pulse and twitch, his cock spurting streams of hot seed deep within my convulsing walls. I am flooded with his essence as we both shudder and moan through the intense, all-consuming orgasms.Without another moment’s hesitation, D swept me away from the table. In one fluid motion, he lifted me into an embrace, his arms encircling my legs as my hands instinctively found their place around the solid warmth of his neck. My whole body flinched a bit as he slammed into me at once. I didn't expect him to fuck me while standing, but I love it so much.My moans were replaced with tiny screams and squeaks as he thrust so deep into me. It felt so good.I threw my head back in pure pain and bliss. I could've sworn I could feel him hitting my womb hard, fast, and raw. His thrusts didn't falter even though he was standing. Instead, it got faster and rougher. My tiny living room now smelled of sex and sweat. The next moment, I was squirting all over the cheap carpet on the floor while trying to catch my breath.A naughty smirk formed on his face upon seeing the mess I made and my face flushed red in embarrassment. He didn't stop, though; he slammed into me one more time and pumped his
The rest of the day went by with the same routine—wrapping flowers, making coffee, and politely smiling at customers. But I kept thinking about D and how he left without saying anything.When my shift ended, the sun was low in the sky, casting a warm golden light on the streets. I walked home slowly, my body still sore from the night before. When I reached my apartment, I opened the door. I stepped inside and locked the door behind me, leaning against it for a moment as I let out a long, shaky breath. I moved to the kitchen, my stomach growling, and rummaged through the fridge for something to eat. As I ate, I couldn’t help but glance at the clock, counting the minutes until D might return.He didn't show up, and I waited and waited. Just as I was about to send him a text about his lateness, he knocked on my door and I opened it to see him. Before I could open my mouth to tell him that I thought he wouldn't come, his lips crashed into mine. His lips slanted against mine so roughly a
KANEI walked into the hospital ward, feeling a mix of hope and dread. The sterile air was thick with the sound of labored breaths, but the moment my little sister, Emma saw me, her eyes lit up. Despite the machines and her serious illness, she smiled—a shining light in her tough fight. At just nine years old, she had spent her entire life-fighting cystic fibrosis, a merciless condition that ravaged her lungs and digestive system. There was no cure, only a never-ending cycle of treatments and medications that barely kept her afloat. The doctor had once told me that with proper care, she might live past fifty."Hey, kiddo," I said softly, pulling a chair closer to her bed. "How are you feeling today?""Better now that you're here," she replied, her voice thin but warm. "The nurses said I might get to go outside tomorrow if the weather's nice."A grin spread across my face. "That's great! We'll make it a big deal. I'll bring your favorite book, and we can sit in the garden. Maybe even
KANE I found myself staring at the naked woman in front of me, her youthful charm and perfectly proportioned curves making her undeniably attractive—the kind of woman who could easily be anyone’s ideal. She was exactly my type, the kind I’d normally be eager to be with. But as I reached down for my cock, my heart sank.My body wasn’t responding.*How? What the hell is going on?* I thought, panic creeping in. Normally, just the sight of a seductive, unclothed woman would be enough to get me going, but today was different. My mind raced. Was it because I hadn’t had sex in a week? Or had I somehow managed to break it?Shit! The red-haired woman stared back at me, her fake lashes fluttering in confusion and impatience. Sweat began to trickle down my back as I frantically tried to figure out what to do. *Think, damn it! Think!*Then my mind wandered to the only woman who had managed to occupy my thoughts again and again without fail. I imagined her completely bare, her fair legs spread
The doorbell rang, and I rushed to answer it, my heart pounding like a drum. My breath hitched as I reached for the doorknob. *Kane is here!* But when I swung the door open, my blood turned to ice. A shiver raced down my spine, and my fists clenched instinctively. There they stood—my mother and younger sister, Jenna, their smiles wide and unnervingly bright. Their expressions twisted my stomach into knots, and I swallowed hard, fighting the bile rising in my throat. It wasn’t the first time I’d felt this way today. “Well?” My mother’s voice cut through the silence, sharp and impatient. “Your sister and I traveled all the way from Las Vegas to New York to see you, and you leave us standing on the doorstep like strangers?” Her glare was piercing, her tone dripping with disdain. Jenna snorted beside her, arms crossed, her smirk as smug as ever. I stepped aside without a word, letting them in. The door clicked shut behind me, and I turned to find my mother surveying my apartment with
Then, I heard another knock on the door—firm, deliberate. This time, I knew without a doubt. It was Kane.I opened the door, and there he stood, his tall frame leaning casually against the doorframe. He wore a dark turtleneck that clung to his sculpted torso, the fabric stretching over well-defined abs, paired with fitted jeans that did nothing to hide the raw power beneath. He looked devastatingly handsome, effortlessly so.If I had any less self-control, I would have thrown myself at him, wrapped my arms around him, and never let go. That’s how much he had consumed my thoughts over the past week and a half.Before I could process what was happening, the world flipped. One moment, I was standing there, and the next, I was draped over his shoulder, my head dangling upside down near his lower back. A surprised gasp escaped me, realization hitting a second too late. He had moved so fast that I hadn't even registered it.Kane carried me to my new bed and laid me down with a gentleness th
KaneNina was out cold, sprawled across the sheets, her body marked with the aftermath of everything I had given her. A slow smirk tugged at my lips. She had taken all of me—every brutal thrust, every raw, unfiltered need I poured into her. And now, she lay there, wrecked and spent. Mine.It had been nearly six hours since she’d passed out, and soon, she would wake. I had no intention of letting her get up on shaky legs to fend for herself. She was drained. She needed to eat.I slipped out of bed, throwing on a pair of sweatpants before heading to the kitchen. Cooking wasn’t something I did for just anyone. It was a skill born out of necessity—one I had perfected after years of raising my little sister alone.Tonight, I would make her something rich, something that would replenish what I had taken.I stepped out to buy fresh ingredients, my mind still replaying the way she had looked beneath me, how her body had responded, how she had begged without even knowing she was begging. By th
My phone buzzed, and the name Madam Carie flashed across the screen. Without a second thought, I swiped left, ending the call before it could disrupt the quiet.I turned back to Nina, watching her face soft in sleep. Peaceful.But then—The screen lit up again. Madam Carie.My jaw tightened, rage coiling hot and sharp in my veins. The relentless buzzing grated against my nerves. My fingers twitched with the urge to hurl the damn phone against the wall, to shatter the device into a mess of glass and circuits just to silence her.But I didn’t.Instead, I exhaled slowly, forcing control over the simmering anger. Without hesitation, I powered off the phone and tossed it onto the nightstand.Whatever she wanted, which was, of course, sex. Whatever threats she thought she could dangle over my head—it didn’t matter. Not right now.Not when I had everything I wanted right here in this bed.Madam Carie could ruin me with a single decision just cause of her call that was left unanswered. She co
The door slammed behind me, cutting off the noise of the outside world. I was home. I kicked off my shoes at the door, the click of them landing too loud in the silence. My father’s voice carried from the dining room, warm and inviting, as always.“Ava? Is that you?”I didn’t answer. I straightened my shoulders, took a breath, and walked to the dining room.The table was set, as always. The china gleamed, silverware polished. Everything was perfect. My father, in his crisp white shirt and black trousers, sat at the head, his hands folded in front of him. My mother was already seated, her gaze lifting from her phone as I entered, her smile warm.“Ava, how was your day?” my father asked, his voice as smooth and comforting as ever. The man was a saint in the eyes of the world, a respected figure. He had no idea what had just happened to me. What I'd done. “Fine,” I said, my voice too tight. “Quiet.”“Good,” he replied. “Good. I spoke with Director Johnson earlier. He said you’re doing w
I was still trembling when I came. My thighs quivered, clenching helplessly around Professor Damon’s cock as he emptied inside me, thick and hot. He groaned low in his chest, driving into me one last time, deep, possessive, marking me in every filthy, irreversible way.We stayed there for a moment—my back arched against the desk, his body covering mine, our sweat-slicked skin glued together, breathing ragged. The room was thick with the scent of sex, heat curling in the air even with the hum of the AC.But then—Knock.I jolted. My eyes flew open.Knock. Knock.And then a voice.“Professor Wolfe? Are you in there?”My heart plummeted into my stomach.That voice. That calm, familiar, warm voice.My father.Not just any man. Principal Clarke. Head of the school. Head of my home. And a highly respected pastor of our city's most powerful Catholic church.If he walked in and saw what had just happened-his daughter dripping with sex, the air heavy with sin, my professor still semi-hard from
“Think I didn’t notice?” he muttered, voice harsh and low. “Every time you crossed your arms under these tits in class. Every time you leaned forward while pretending to take notes. You’ve been asking for this.”I didn’t deny it. Couldn’t.My nipples tightened under his gaze, skin flushed with red palm print and hunger.“Beautiful,” he muttered, almost to himself.I pushed my tits together, and he thrust between them with a low groan. His cock slid through the soft swell of my cleavage, slick and hard, the head brushing against my chin each time he rocked forward.He gripped my shoulders and kept thrusting between my breasts, breathing heavy, hips snapping harder as his self-control frayed. The sound of skin on skin, our mingled breath, the wet slide of him through my cleavage—it was pure heat.“Open your mouth,” he growled.I did.The next thrust had the head of his cock brushing against my tongue, and I moaned at the taste of him—raw, masculine, overpowering. I flicked my tongue ove
Ava Clarke Doesn’t Give a DamnI walked into Professor Wolfe’s lecture like it was a goddamn catwalk—twenty minutes late, heels loud, dress short enough to start a fight. No apology. No eye contact. I just chewed gum and peeled off my sunglasses like I hadn’t just shattered his precious punctuality policy.The room went dead silent.Wolfe didn’t speak. Didn’t move. Just paused mid-sentence, chalk in hand, like someone had slapped the universe sideways.I chose the front row. Of course, I did.I slid into the seat slowly, thighs sticking to the wood, and let my skirt ride up even higher. Then I stretched. Arms over my head, back arched, skirt flipping just enough to flash the lace of my panties to the whole damn room.A few guys coughed. One dropped his pen.Wolfe turned around.And fuck me, he looked pissed.His sleeves were rolled to the elbows, tie loosened like it had tried to restrain him and failed. His jaw ticked once—just once—before he set the chalk down with a calmness so pre
NINA10:46PMI hummed softly as I padded toward our room with a mug of chamomile tea in hand, relishing the quiet for just a moment. The hallway was quiet and still, the kind of calm that only existed when Ezra was asleep and Kane hadn’t come up yet. I turned the corner—And stopped dead.There, halfway down the hallway near the guest room, Kendrick had Laila pinned gently against the wall, his lips on hers. Her hands were buried in his shirt, her body arching into his like this wasn’t the first time.I didn’t move. Couldn’t.What the hell?They didn’t see me at first. His head tilted slightly, deepening the kiss. Her fingers slipped into his hair like she knew every inch of him.Laila. My best friend.Kendrick. Kane's now closest friend.My throat tightened. Not from anger—but from the sheer weight of what the hell is going on and why didn’t I know?Then Laila opened her eyes.She froze, eyes locking with mine in pure panic.Kendrick turned, following her gaze, and when he saw me, h
NINAThe drive was calm and peaceful. Kane's hand rested over mine as we watched the city pass by, with golden sunlight stretching across the skyline. Ezra slept in his carrier behind us, and his soft, rhythmic breathing was the only sound we heard. “Kane,” I said for the third time, glancing sideways. “Are you going to tell me where we’re going?” His lips curved slightly. That smug look that always made my heart flutter. “You’ll see. We’re almost there.” I narrowed my eyes at him but let it go. The last few weeks had been a haze of diapers, midnight feedings, and deep, aching love for the tiny soul we brought into the world. I hadn’t had much time—or energy—to think about surprises. But when we turned down a quiet street I didn’t recognize, something shifted in the air. He slowed the car in front of a large gated property. The iron gates opened automatically as we approached, revealing a long stone-paved driveway flanked by blooming white rose bushes and tall, swaying cypre
Epilogue 2: NINA Two Weeks Later The nursery was quiet, except for the soft creak of the rocking chair and the faint, rhythmic breaths of the baby sleeping in my arms. My son. Our son. He was bundled in a gray blanket, his little fists curled tight near his face, his mouth puckered in that serious expression he wore even while sleeping—just like his father. I brushed my thumb over his cheek, still marveling at the fact that he was real. That I was still here. I almost thought that this was all a dream and that I'd wake up to find myself back in that rundown apartment, alone once again. His name was Ezra. Kane picked it. Said it meant “helper,” but when I’d looked it up and found out it also meant “protector,” I knew. Knew it was perfect. Because Ezra was both of us. The fire and the fight. The light after the dark. The door creaked open behind me, and I didn’t have to look to know it was Kane. His footsteps were always heavier—but quieter now, like he’d learned how t
Epilogue 1: KANENine Months PregnantThe house was too quiet.Nina was curled on the couch, a thick knit blanket draped over her swollen belly. She had one hand resting there, thumb absently tracing little circles over the fabric of her shirt, while her other hand clutched a steaming mug of tea. Chamomile. Her favorite.I stood in the doorway, watching her.Nine months.Nine months since I carried her out of hell. Since I held her trembling body and promised I’d never let anyone hurt her again. And I hadn’t. Not once.She shifted, eyes catching mine. That soft, tired smile she gave me still hit like a punch to the chest.“Hey,” she said, voice rough with sleep and something warmer. “You’re staring.”“I do that sometimes,” I murmured, walking over. “Can’t help it.”She raised an eyebrow. “Because I’m huge?”“Because you’re mine,” I corrected, kneeling beside the couch. My hand slid beneath hers on her belly, and I felt the faintest kick against my palm.Our Son.“He's getting strong,”
**KANE** Miss Carie stood silhouetted against the storm-lashed sky, her black coat billowing like the wings of some great carrion bird. The guards flanking her were no ordinary mercenaries—they were hers, cold-eyed and still as statues, rifles locked onto our center mass. No twitch. No wasted movement. Professionals. And behind her— Nina.Tied to that damned chair, her bare feet dangling over the abyss. The rope around her wrists had bitten into her skin, leaving angry red marks. Her dress—the same soft blue one she’d worn the morning they took her—fluttered in the gale, the fabric snapping like a flag in the wind. But it was her eyes that cut deepest. The way they found mine, not with fear, but with a quiet, furious promise. I’m still here—alive. And that was all I needed. Miss Carie followed my gaze and smiled. “You always did have a type,” she mused, stepping closer to Nina. Her gloved hand trailed along Nina’s shoulder, possessive. “Soft. Sweet. Breakable. Do as I say, kneel