"I don't know how long it's going to take you to realize this sweetheart, but you belong to us." Pulling my head back, he says, his fierce eyes meeting mine. "You're ours to fuck, ours to love, and ours to claim in any way we want, isn't that right Cindy?" "Mmm, yes Sir." "Well it seems to me like you need a reminder." He gives me a growl in my ear, and I turn to face him. "Now spread your legs and be a nice girl. What a desperate little mess my words have created of you, I want to taste." ____ It was just a matter of seconds before everything transformed. Three deadly males, equal parts agony and pleasure, at one time. Cindy Adams flies to New York in search of an unexpected but badly needed clue after her father vanishes. But things becomes much more complicated when she quickly becomes a witness to a murder. She reported a "gunshot to the head" to the attending cops, but an unusually short inquiry turned up no proof at all that any crime had been committed, much less one as messed up as the victim Cindy claimed. Not a trace of blood or prints. It seems to have never occurred. Nearly. She would have assumed she had experienced a hallucination if it weren't for the faint remembrance of his gloved hands caressing her body and the deep voice that lingered in her ear. When combined, it ought to have been the hardest element, yet it wasn't. Rather, it was the trio of dangerous men who concealed it and simultaneously developed feelings for her. ____ It was just a matter of seconds before everything transformed. Three deadly males, equal parts agony and pleasure, at one time. Cindy Adams flies to New York in search of an unexpected but badly needed clue after her father vanishes. But things becomes much more complicated when she quickly becomes a witness to a murder. She reported a "gunshot to the head" to the attending cops, but an unusually short inquiry turned up no proof at all that any crime had been committed, much less one as messed up as the victim Cindy claimed. Not a trace of blood or prints. It seems to have never occurred. Nearly. She would have assumed she had experienced a hallucination if it weren't for the faint remembrance of his gloved hands caressing her body and the deep voice that lingered in her ear. When combined, it ought to have been the hardest element, yet it wasn't. Rather, it was the trio of dangerous men who concealed it and simultaneously developed feelings for her. ____ It was just a matter of seconds before everything transformed. Three deadly males, equal parts agony and pleasure, at one time. Cindy Adams flies to New York in search of an unexpected but badly needed clue after her father vanishes. But things becomes much more complicated when she quickly becomes a witness to a murder. She reported a "gunshot to the head" to the attending cops, but an unusually short inquiry turned up no proof at all that any crime had been committed, much less one as messed up as the victim Cindy claimed. Not a trace of blood or prints. It seems to have never occurred. Nearly. She would have assumed she had experienced a hallucination if it weren't for the faint remembrance of his gloved hands caressing her body and the deep voice that lingered in her ear. When combined, it ought to have been the hardest element, yet it wasn't. Rather, it was the trio of dangerous men who concealed it and simultaneously developed feelings for her. ____ It was just a matter of seconds before everything transformed. Three deadly males, equal parts agony and pleasure, at one time. Cindy Adams flies to New York in search of an unexpected but badly needed clue after her father vanishes. But things becomes much more complicated when she quickly becomes a witness to a murder. She reported a "gunshot to the head" to the attending cops, but an unusually short inquiry turned up no proof at all that any crime had been committed, much less one as messed up as the victim Cindy claimed. Not a trace of blood or prints. It seems to have never occurred. Nearly. She would have assumed she had experienced a hallucination if it weren't for the faint remembrance of his gloved hands caressing her body and the deep voice that lingered in her ear. When combined, it ought to have been the hardest element, yet it wasn't. Rather, it was the trio of dangerous men who concealed it and simultaneously developed feelings for her. ____ It was just a matter of seconds before everything transformed. Three deadly males, equal parts agony and pleasure, at one time. Cindy Adams flies to New York in search of an unexpected but badly needed clue after her father vanishes. But things becomes much more complicated when she quickly becomes a witness to a murder. She reported a "gunshot to the head" to the attending cops, but an unusually short inquiry turned up no proof at all that any crime had been committed, much less one as messed up as the victim Cindy claimed.
WARNING: THIS BOOK CONTAINS AND IS NOT LIMITED TO:
- Violent subject matter.
- Mature Language.
- Discussions about things including self-harm, thoughts of suicide, and emotional, physical and sexual abuse. (Content warnings are always posted at the beginning of chapters containing sensitive subject matter, but please still be aware of this before choosing to read my story).
- Explicit sexual content: This book does contain various aspects of a BDSM relationship and is a reverse harem story. Sexual content may include, but is not limited to: spanking, bondage, blindfolding, impact play, oral sex, temperature play, humiliation, triple penetration, knife play, degradation, breath play, dacryphilia, foursomes, begging, sensory play, orgasm control, squirting, anal play, the use of various types of sex toys, role play, exhibitionism, consensual non-consent (CNC), and masturbation.
(Please note that all characters partaking in these acts are fully consenting adults).
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Monday mornings are the worst.
To be honest, I can't recall the last time I enjoyed a Monday.
At ten in the morning, I already have to suppress the temptation to jump from a bridge.
Alright, it makes sense. I know that seems theatrical, but I swear to god that the universe is against me right now.
Please understand that while I love my partner dearly, there are moments when I question how on earth he was accepted to college.
The moron decided it was OK to turn off my 8:00 am alarm this morning and set his own instead. Naturally, it was scheduled for one hour later than I need. What the heck was going through his mind, really? Let's not get too carried away. Nothing at all, I would venture to suppose.
His alarm was set to wake him up so he could go to the gym, but if I returned home later and found him in the same spot-on the couch-I wouldn't be the least bit shocked.
It's reasonable to say that our recent interactions have sometimes been tense. Once again, I have to remind myself that things will improve if I just give it a little more time. Aiden was lovely, and that's enough for me, even if our relationship was never one of those really romantic relationships you see in movies. Even after everyone else departed, he stayed put.
But in spite of all of this, his stupidity this morning caused me to miss a customer meeting. In addition, I tore my stockings off when I tripped over almost nothing due to my poor coordination. It was simply coffee I wanted. Is that asking for too much?
I go up to The Horizon, a little café close to my residence, and grasp the door handle. This is my one and only source of enjoyment right now. Soon after I moved to New York, I found it, and I've been going there every day ever since.
The aroma of freshly baked bread and coffee grinds fills the sleek decor as soon as I open the door.
A recognizable voice asks, "Cindy, is that you?" from the supply closet at the rear.
Not only is the owner, Jolene, the most generous person I have ever met, but she's also perhaps the scariest. I'm just glad I have her favor because, even at her advanced age, I think she's still capable of making the hardest-bitten men weep.
I go to where she is speaking and say, "Hey, Mrs. Sawyer." I notice her little frame peeking around the corner, facing me and standing with her arms folded.
She asks, "What did I tell you, dear?" in a tone that is not entirely cautionary.
I instantly corrected her, realizing what she meant, "Hey, Jolene." She insisted on being addressed by her first name for some reason, which I don't understand. I cannot exactly figure out why, but my remark made her grin. She got off the footstool she was standing on and jumped down, holding a new bag of coffee beans tightly in her arms.
Jolene asks me, "What brings you here at this time of day?" as I pick up the burlap bag and bring it to the counter.
I moan inwardly when I am reminded of what happened today.
"Aiden turned off my alarm, so I had to reschedule the meeting I had initially arranged for 9:00. I'm about to head home now to see him, but I am definitely going to need a coffee in me before that happens."
Jolene lets out a disgusted sigh, and before she even says anything, I already know what's going to come out of her lips.
"Why do you stay with that boy? We both know he has the IQ of a rock and it's not like he's giving you any good di-"
Jolene was going to say something, but I cut her off with, "Jolene." that's not necessary to say that, even if she's correct. It was just a reminder of how lacking in touch I am.
That's an additional aspect of Jolene. She is as direct as they come.
I begin, feeling compelled to stand up for him, but I'm interrupted, "He's ni-"
"Let me guess. He's nice to you?"
"Yes and he treats-"
"Treats you well? Sweetie, I hate to break it to you, but that's just another way of saying he's boring."
I quit resisting because I know she's right, but Aiden is all I've ever known. He's secure. I can rest easy knowing that he would have left me by now if he was going to, because everything that is messed up about me has already been made public. Regardless of the amount of baggage I may have, Aiden wasn't put off by it.
Most of them were.
I've had an extremely difficult year. My dad vanished over seven months ago, and he hasn't been seen or heard from since. After reviewing his file, the police responded very immediately, classifying the case as one involving a voluntarily missing person. Even though it wasn't unusual for men in the village where I grew up to suddenly disappear, I knew that my dad wouldn't go without a cause.
The majority of people believe that my father is a cold-blooded monster, and I have to confess that he was something of one, yet never once did I feel unsafe or mistreated growing up. In fact, just the reverse. As soon as I could walk, dad started teaching me how to defend myself.
I still clearly remember dad telling me on my seventh birthday that he wouldn't be here forever and that all I would have to depend on was myself once he was gone. He also showed me how to handle a pistol for the first time that day. That was his gift to me.
Does this reveal anything about my father's parenting style? It does, indeed, indeed. Though he's insane, he was also my closest buddy. I also understood that it would be very difficult to find out where he went because of this. Unless he wanted them to, no one discovered him. All I can do is hope he chooses to come out of hiding, or that he makes a mistake and exposes himself.
We've been attempting to find him for the past four months with my PI's assistance, but each dead end only makes me feel more and more frustrated.
I remain with Aiden for that reason. My life has been changing so much lately that I'm tired of it. Right now, he's the one thing that is constant, and I wasn't ready to lose that just yet.
Jolene goes on, without replying to her earlier statement.
"You're twenty three years old. You should be going out to clubs and meeting new people. Let yourself live a little. Before you know it, you'll be old like me, wishing you would have just loosened up more while you still could."
That made me grin a little. Although I would have liked to have disagreed with her, the fact is that I would be lying if I claimed to have a fulfilling social life. I used to hang out with my pals a lot, but I haven't had the opportunity to meet any new people since coming here. Aiden would much rather have me remain at home with him than go out much. I don't need the same things that happened before.
We used to live in Denver, and it was the last time I went out to a club without him. He told me off for dressed like a whore when I got home that night, and he wouldn't sleep in the same bed with me for more than a week after that. That night, I sobbed uncontrollably, but in the end, he realized his mistake and expressed regret.
I realize that what he stated doesn't make sense, but right now, I can't even recall what my life was like before he entered it. That's why I decided to let it go.
I decided it was about time to go home, so I got a takeaway cup and made a big pot of coffee for myself, figuring I would probably need it. Jolene gave me a look as I reached into my handbag to get some cash.
She whispers to me, "Don't even think about it."
I feel his hardness grow underneath me and watch as his chest begins to rise and fall. His lips part open with heavy breaths. I gently start to unbutton his shirt while kissing him down on his neck in the most awkward and tease-inducing manner imaginable. The necklace with the cross resting on it, his purity eroding little by little as I walk my sins down his pure skin. "P-Please" I can feel his pulse staying on my lips as it vibrates deeply. With a leisurely hip grind, I raise my head and smile. Alorenzo released a smoldering sigh. Both his erection and my clit's pulse intensify. My crotch was just above him. Ceilia Rose, a nymphomaniacal sinner of eighteen, is transferred to Hartford Academy because to her easy access to regrettable words and her yearning for sexual pleasure. where the only topics that may be spoken in the hallways are schoolwork and religion. wherein a nymph perverts her Dean's Son's purity.
Madisyn was stunned to discover that she was not her parents' biological child. Due to the real daughter's scheming, she was kicked out and became a laughingstock. Thought to be born to peasants, Madisyn was shocked to find that her real father was the richest man in the city, and her brothers were renowned figures in their respective fields. They showered her with love, only to learn that Madisyn had a thriving business of her own. "Stop pestering me!" said her ex-boyfriend. "My heart only belongs to Jenna." "How dare you think that my woman has feelings for you?" claimed a mysterious bigwig.
In order to fulfill her grandfather's last wish, Stella entered into a hasty marriage with an ordinary man she had never met before. However, even after becoming husband and wife on paper, they each led separate lives, barely crossing paths. A year later, Stella returned to Seamarsh City, hoping to finally meet her mysterious husband. To her astonishment, he sent her a text message, unexpectedly pleading for a divorce without ever having met her in person. Gritting her teeth, Stella replied, "So be it. Let’s get a divorce!" Following that, Stella made a bold move and joined the Prosperity Group, where she became a public relations officer that worked directly for the company’s CEO, Matthew. The handsome and enigmatic CEO was already bound in matrimony, and was known to be unwaveringly devoted to his wife in private. Unbeknownst to Stella, her mysterious husband was actually her boss, in his alternate identity! Determined to focus on her career, Stella deliberately kept her distance from the CEO, although she couldn't help but notice his deliberate attempts to get close to her. As time went on, her elusive husband had a change of heart. He suddenly refused to proceed with the divorce. When would his alternate identity be uncovered? Amidst a tumultuous blend of deception and profound love, what destiny awaited them?
June Rivera was divorced by her husband after three years of marriage because he wanted to be with her sister who was pregnant for him. Kicked to the curb with a divorce and rejected by her parents,she struggles to make ends meet and get a job until she saves Luis Ambrose from an accident - the only child of Rafael Ambrose, a widowed man and the CEO of Ambrose Corporation. When little Luis asks to have her as a nanny, and Rafael's mother pressures him to get married, they draw a contract. To be Luis's nanny and his fake wife for one year in exchange for 50 million dollars!
6 years ago, Lydia suffered a brutal betrayal orchestrated by her own husband and step-sister, who drugged her and framed her. In a twist of fate, she ended up having a one-night stand with a stranger. Don't even remember what he looked like. Later, in the throes of death, she discovered the truth about her mother's death all those years ago. In the blink of an eye, she lost everything. 6 years later, Lydia returned with her genius son, vowing to exact revenge on all her enemies! Little did she know, she encountered an incredibly familiar man at the airport! *** The man was briskly pushing open the door to the restroom, heading to the urinal. Even with such a mundane action, he did it with unparalleled elegance and grace. Lydia, following him in a daze, saw his fierce lower body and suddenly snapped back to reality. She let out a high-pitched scream, instinctively covering her eyes with her hands, her cheeks flushed, and stood there stiffly, unsure of what to do. Lambert furrowed his brows slightly but remained calm as he continued to relieve himself. The sound of water hitting the urinal made Lydia's face even redder. She angrily shouted, "You pervert!" Little did Lydia know that Lambert, seeing her in this state, had a flicker of recognition in his eyes. Memories from many years ago flashed through his mind, and his heart couldn't help but stir. It was her!
Melanie married Ashton out of gratitude, but she quickly found herself entangled in a web of relentless challenges. Despite these struggles, she stayed true to her commitment to the marriage. In the hospital room, Ashton indifferently attempted to draw her blood, disregarding her discomfort. This callous act was a harsh revelation for Melanie, awakening her to the grim reality of their relationship. Resolved to prioritize her own welfare, she decided to sever ties. With newfound resolve, Melanie filed for divorce. In the process, she unveiled her concealed identities, leaving everyone in shock. Throughout these turbulent times, Melanie realized that Derek, Ashton’s uncle, had been discreetly protecting her all along.
Corinne devoted three years of her life to her boyfriend, only for it to all go to waste. He saw her as nothing more than a country bumpkin and left her at the altar to be with his true love. After getting jilted, Corinne reclaimed her identity as the granddaughter of the town’s richest man, inherited a billion-dollar fortune, and ultimately rose to the top. But her success attracted the envy of others, and people constantly tried to bring her down. As she dealt with these troublemakers one by one, Mr. Hopkins, notorious for his ruthlessness, stood by and cheered her on. “Way to go, honey!”