50 - Our HomeEmmaMy mouth was as dry as Sahara when I woke up with a throbbing headache. I was getting really sick of waking up like that. My lids felt heavy when I looked around me. Dread seeped into my veins when I found myself on a small twin size bed with pink blankets, a soft dim light from the gray ceiling, and an old, small desk in the corner. There was a heart-shaped pink mirror and some stuff lying on top of it. I forced myself to remember what had happened, but my memories were hazy. Cillian and Caleb were talking downstairs while I was getting ready to take a relaxing bath in Cillian’s washroom. I remember turning around and being pushed into the cold tile with a chemical handkerchief covering my nose and mouth. I had panicked seeing the black ski mask and struggled to fight. Even though I had tried to smack his face with the bottle of conditioner, he had overpo

52 - Just Three?CillianTW: A bit of violence.I tackled him down before he could touch my Emma again. He groaned when I held the back of his hair and slammed him down on the floor. Again, and again and again until I saw a pool of blood. My eyes were seeing burning red. Emma was crying and her screams were echoing in my head. I held him upon his feet before throwing him on the floor. I covered Emma with my suit and said, “Cover your ears, Doll. Keep your eyes closed until I tell you otherwise, okay?”She nodded, her bloody hand clutching my jacket and covering her ear. I stood up, glaring at the piece of shit who was trying to crawl away from me. “Stay the fuck away from us, you ugly fuck! She’s my bitch an

Bonus Scene of Bossy BodyguardA/N: This is a CNC (consensual non-consent) scene and both the characters are over 18!Emma“Are you sure about this?” Cillian asked, his dark eyes flickering at me as he parked his car. I shivered when he turned off the heater, knowing exactly what was going to happen once I stepped out. My panties were already wet being near him and the thought of what we had discussed…We would play. I would run. And he would hunt me. My thighs clenched at the image that played in my head. I needed to get out of my head and have some fun.I nodded, touching his hand. “I trust you, Cillian.” “Good girl.” His intense stare turned wicked, and I held my breath when he leaned closer, cupping my cheek. “I can’t wait to play with my Doll.”He pulled away before I could kiss him and convi

Part One“That’s a good girl.”1 - I Dare You*Two Years Later*SummerIt was a shame that I was going commando for the masquerade party. A shame, indeed.A lone sigh escaped my lips when I took a sip of bubbly champagne. My eyes averted from the crowd mingling with each other to the huge golden chandelier on the ceiling of the club. Beautiful men and women swayed to the erotic music, masks covering their eyes, nose and cheekbones. Feathers, ribbons, and gems adorned their masks as their pearly white teeth gleamed in the dim lights.I was wearing a mask too. I had to. No one could know that Summer Hayes skipped the premiere of her show halfway through and went to the nearest sex club in Hollywood just because she was bored.My hand tightened on the cold flute glass as I looked around, wishing I had free rein t

3 - Punish MeSummerHoly shit. My body trembled, his warm, firm hand finally holding me and spanking me like I wanted. I had been eyeing his veiny hands—sue me, I love masculine hands—and imagining them wrapping around my neck, sucking on his fingers, and moaning when he fucks me with them. I was at my limit, and finally he touched me. I arched my back and looked over my shoulder with a small smirk. “Maybe this is what I wanted all along, Sir,” I said, my voice soft and sultry. “Punish me.”A small gasp escaped my throat when he wrapped his hand around my hair, tugging it until I was forced to look in the mirror across from us. My hair fell in waves around us, and I shivered at the sight of him fully clothed in his suit and me naked. Light fell over his sharp, handsome face