"Why let a man whip you the way Mr. Reef did?" Davide half whispers standing in front of you grabbing your waist and resting his head against yours. "Is that not what you paid for tonight?" you ask. "Would you like that?" he asks. "Would you?" you ask instead of answering him. "Answer the question," he hissed. "Maybe it turns me on," you say. "Liar," he breathed into your ear. "Then fuck me already," you exclaim. 'Crap. No! I can't have sex with my boss,' you think. "Won't you just like that?" he chuckles deeply before stepping away from you. "I didn't mean to say that. Sex is not on the table," you say trying to rectify your mistake. "I will decide whether sex is on the table or not," Davide chuckles. "I was told it is up to me," you choke. "I will have you begging me to fuck you in no time so trust me when I tell you that it is up to me whether we have sex or not.," Davide says. A snort escapes you. Without warning Davide grabs you between your legs, dipping his finge
You feel his belt move away from your leg only to return with a slap. ''Do you like that,'' he asks, his voice hoarse.You nod your head, 'Yes.'He whips you a little harder the second and third times.You hear him drop his belt before feeling his hands on your rear end, squeezing.'Any moment now,' you think he is going to ask for sex.You feel his hands between your bodies as he fiddles with his crotch. You feel his erected manhood press against you. He lifts your leg and for a split second, you thought you won the bid when he presses the tip of his manhood against your clitoris before sliding it towards your womanhood. 'Yes, yes,' you think but then he slides it back to your clitoris, teasing you. With his one arm wrapped around your leg, holding it against his hip he uses his other to slide his erection back and forth over your clitoris. 'Oh my word, I am going to climax,' you think but then he stops. He leaves his erection between your legs and traces his hand up to your face
'I have to look for a new job,' you tell yourself getting up and walking over to Mr. Ricci's office again.Again he is not inside. Instead of locking the door, taking your clothes off, and putting on the mask, you take a seat with your arms crossed over your chest.After about thirty minutes your thoughts trailed off to the long list of 'to-do lists' from Ina's email.Deciding that you have too much work to do you got up again and locked the door. You take a deep breath to calm your nerves that just shot up your spine at the thought of Friday night. 'Will he fuck me now?' you wonder, and for some reason, you thought of Davide again. You put him out of your mind again and walked to Mr. Ricci's desk while taking off your clothes. Naked, you put the mask on and waited.Not even a minute later you hear the office door open. 'How did he know I am naked and masked?' you wonder."Good morning," you hear his voice.You lift your hand to remove the mask, thinking his voice sounds familiar."Do
"What are you doing?" You ask, walking into the nursery, finding May with your daughter on her lap, feeding her a bottle."I," May start but you interrupt her, grabbing your daughter from her. "What is this?""Formula," May says, confused by your behavior."Who the hell gave you permission to feed her formula?" you scold May."Her father," Davide says, making you turn around."You have no right!" you choke."I have all the right," he says and gives one stride over, closing the gap between you. He reaches out and touches your daughter's cheek.You pull your daughter away."Do that again and you will never see her again," he warns you."May, you will continue to feed her formula," Davide started."She is barely six months old," you protest."Breast milk is better than formula," May defended you."Did I ask for your opinion?" Davide asks, making May retreat to one of the other children."We will discuss this later," Davide says and walks out of the nursery.You open your mouth to say som
''Have I ever forced myself onto you?" Davide snorted."No, you had others do your dirty work for you," you hissed angrily."I was under a spell. How many times must I apologize for it? " Davide yelled."Let me go home," you say in the calmest tone you can muster."You are free to go but our daughter stays here. Think about it this way, you don't have to waste money on a babysitter while you go out clubbing," he answers you with one foot out the door."It is not what you think," you start to explain."Then what is it? " Davide asks, turning back into the room."I, well, um," you start but then hold back, wondering if you can trust him."Right," Davide says, shaking his head and leaving."Urg," you exclaim, frustrated.'I can't leave without her. What if he does not allow me back in? What if I never see her again?' Your mind starts to race.'This is a nice room,' you think taking in your surroundings. The four-poster bed had white bed sheets on. The drapes on the window are also white.
Like always, sex with Davide was incredible. You can't call it sex. Let's call it what it is. Making love to Davide is mind-blowing but you can't help asking yourself if it will still be so great if it was not for the mate bond. Like earlier, he told you that he loves you, over and over but you refuse to accept it. How can you after all that he put you through? You lay in the darkness next to him, wrapped in his arms, unable to move. Your mind is raising with one plan after the other, planning your great escape. After what seemed like the longest hour you attempt to get out of his arms but he tightens his grip. "Where do you think you are going?" Davide mumbles against your ear."To feed our daughter," you answer him still struggling against his arms."Why wake her?" Davide questions. "She will wake any moment now. It is best to sleep feed her than let her wake up completely. Please let me go. Trust me on this one," you add."Trust you? I know for a fact you don't have other child
"Good morning sir. Good morning," Ina greets Davide and then you, her eyes on your hands. "Good morning," you greet her back, pulling your hand away from Davide's."Please arrange breakfast for two," Davide says walking into his office. "On it," you are quick to say making Ina take her seat again. You rush out, ignoring everyone's eyes on you. Outside the building you look to your left and right, wondering what you should get for breakfast. 'Does he expect me to eat with him? Or is the 2nd breakfast for someone else?' you wonder. You are still angry. 'Why did he have to drag me past everyone? Why not use his private elevator? Why is he doing this to me?' you wonder, turning left, deciding on a croissant for breakfast. You are so deep in thought that you don't realize the eyes are following you. You enter the little coffee shop and join the queue of customers impatiently waiting for their turn. You hear another person enter the coffee shop followed by another but don't care to turn
"By now May would have told Davide what happened," you disrupt their sinister intentions."No, she won't. I compiled her to believe that you took your daughter," the hybrid sitting across from you chuckled and took your daughter from you."He will think I betrayed him," you say."Come," the other hybrid says and pulls you onto his lap, his erection pressing hard against you. He mouths your leaking breast while playing with your nipple that your daughter left erect. You know he won't bite you to drink your blood because vampires and hybrids can't drink from a lycan that shifted. You feel his fingers drop down to your waistband and he dips his fingers under finding the edge of your panties, slipping his fingers under them, reaching for the folds of your womanhood. As he parts your folds his phone ring. He releases your nipple that was in his mouth and with his fingers on your clitoris, stroking he answers his phone with an annoyed look on his face. "Boss," he answers."Yes boss," he say
You were about to leave the hall, your mind swirling with what had just transpired, when the heavy doors suddenly swung open. The sound of boots hitting the stone floor echoed as Elle was dragged in, her body fighting the handlers every step of the way. Her arms flailed, her legs kicking out in a desperate attempt to break free. You could hear her sharp breaths and the sounds of her struggles, the chaos of her fury cutting through the tension in the room."Let her go!" you demanded, your voice carrying the authority only royalty can wield. The handlers hesitated, caught off guard by the power in your tone. Against their will, they released Elle, stepping back reluctantly as she stood, now free to stand on her own two feet.Elle glared at them but didn’t hesitate. Her expression was a mixture of defiance and fury, and without a word, she stomped directly toward the Lycan King. Her steps were firm, unwavering, as she faced the man who held her fate in his hands.You joined her at her si
You stand up, the urgency of your thoughts pushing you into motion. The weight of the decision, the need to be sure Elle is safe, weighs heavily on your chest. "We can leave after Elle returns," you say, your voice steady but the worry still evident in your eyes. "I need to be sure she’s going to be okay."You move toward the door, your hand resting on the handle as you prepare to face whatever awaits you outside. You’re going to plead with the Lycan King, no matter how dangerous it may be. Elle deserves a chance, deserves to have her fate in her own hands. You won’t let the world crush her under the weight of its expectations."Where are you going?" Davide’s voice stops you mid-step, his tone laced with curiosity and something else—amusement?You turn to face him, meeting his gaze with determination. "I’m going to go plead with the Lycan King to pardon Elle’s behaviour. He must realise that she wouldn’t have run away if it wasn’t for the stupid Vampire King."At the mention of Michae
You sit on the edge of your bed, your gaze distant, staring at the stone wall as though it might offer some comfort or answer. The weight of your thoughts presses down on you—thoughts of Elle, of her safety, of her fate. You hope she’s somewhere far from this madness, that she’s found a way to escape this life that’s been thrust upon her, a life you know all too well. You wish she could be free, free from the chains of royalty, from the expectations, from the constant battles for power.But deep down, you know the truth—she can’t escape it. Not without risking everything. Not without drawing the attention of forces that would crush her.And yet, you cling to that hope, that small spark of possibility that she might find a way out. You want so badly for her to live a life outside of this world of lies, manipulation, and bloodshed. But that wish, that dream, feels selfish. You don’t know if you’d survive it if something happened to her. The thought gnaws at your insides, making it harde
Elle’s steps faltered as she turned toward the hallway, her mind set on finding a way out, a way to fight back. But before she could take another step, a firm grip seized her arm, pulling her back with a force that nearly sent her crashing to the ground.Her breath caught in her throat as she spun around to face Jude’s father, his face twisted with a mixture of regret and resolve. “You can’t leave, Elle,” he said, his voice low and controlled, but there was an underlying urgency to his words.“What the hell are you doing?” Elle snarled, struggling against his hold. Her pulse raced, her mind spinning as her fury grew. “Let me go. I’m not staying here. I’m not waiting for the Higher Council to come and take me!”Jude’s father’s grip tightened. “You don’t understand. If you leave now, they’ll find you. They’ll use you against us. We can’t let that happen. I’m doing this to protect you... and us.”Elle’s heart skipped a beat as he pulled her toward the back of the house, away from the fro
Her sharp eyes scanned the trees beyond the cove, searching for the source of her unease. The scent of something foreign lingered in the salty air—something predatory.Jude’s smile faltered. "Elle, what’s wrong?"Before she could answer, a shadow moved.A figure emerged from the tree line—a man, tall and unnervingly still. His golden eyes gleamed with eerie intent, his presence radiating a silent threat. A hybrid.Elle’s breath caught in her throat.The assassin had found them.Jude noticed the change in her expression and turned, following her gaze. The moment he locked eyes with the intruder, realization struck. "Run," he whispered.But it was already too late.The hybrid tracker lunged, moving with inhuman speed.Elle reacted on instinct, shoving Jude back as she braced herself for the fight of her life.The battle was brutal. Elle and Jude fought together, but even with their combined strength, they were no match for the hybrid. He was faster, stronger, and relentless. Every blow
The shadows stretched long across the floor of Michael’s chamber, the heavy silence punctuated only by the sound of his own steady breathing. His hands curled into fists as he moved toward the far side of the room, where an ornate wooden wardrobe stood against the stone wall. He had known this room well before it was his—it had belonged to his brother, and his brother had been cunning, always keeping a way out, a path unseen.Michael placed his palm against the side of the wardrobe, feeling for the hidden seam. With a slight push, the back panel groaned, revealing a narrow passageway that led into the dark. He took a step forward—but stopped. Something unseen and unfathomable coiled around his body, anchoring him in place. His fangs bared instinctively, his power rising to meet the force that held him back.A spell.His mind worked quickly, fingers tracing over the air as he called on his own magic, whispering an incantation under his breath to dismantle whatever bound him. But it was
The soft morning light filtered in through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. You slowly blinked your eyes open, the fog of sleep still lingering in your mind. As your vision cleared, you saw him—Davide—sitting by your bedside, his eyes fixed on you with a tenderness that made your heart race. You couldn’t help but notice the subtle tension in his gaze, the uncertainty that lingered there."Do you hate me yet?" Davide’s voice was quiet, almost pleading, as if he were bracing for your response.For a long moment, you just stared at him, the weight of the years, of everything that had happened, pressing heavily on your chest. You felt a storm of emotions swirling inside you—anger, betrayal, and, beneath it all, an aching sense of longing."I hate and love you at the same time," you finally replied, your voice barely above a whisper. The words felt heavy as they left your lips, a truth you had buried deep for so long. You remembered the woman you once were, desperate for hi
Kurt followed Wynn down the winding corridors of the palace, his footsteps heavy with the weight of the decision ahead. The Lycan King's command had been clear, and now it was time for the next step. They arrived at the chambers of the shaman, where the ancient being was waiting, his eyes clouded with the knowledge of his craft.The shaman nodded to Kurt and Wynn, gesturing for them to enter. The room was dimly lit by flickering candles, and the scent of herbs and incense hung in the air. The shaman motioned for Kurt to sit in the center of a ritual circle, marked with glowing symbols and runes.As Wynn stood nearby, observing the ritual, the shaman began his chant, speaking in an ancient tongue that reverberated through the room. Kurt closed his eyes, focusing on the weight of the spell being placed over him, an invisible force that began to settle over his body. The power of the fated mate bond was strong, a magic that ran deep into his veins, connecting him to Elle whether he was r
The atmosphere in the castle shifted as the sound of the large doors opening echoed through the hallway. Elle, still reeling from the conversation with her mother, straightened her posture as she caught sight of the four young men entering the room. Despite their age—well over 300 years—they looked no older than their early twenties, a characteristic of their kind. Each one of them exuded an undeniable power, their presence filling the space as they moved with a grace that seemed almost unnatural, yet elegant.Their eyes—blue, like the clearest sky—sparkled with a quiet intensity that hinted at the centuries of experience and authority behind them. They were tall, their frames long and lean, but their bodies were hardened by years of battle and leadership. Despite their beauty, there was an air of danger surrounding them, a promise of strength and command. They were not the kind of men you could ignore or easily dismiss.Vance took a step forward, his gaze fixing on Elle with a knowin