Faith

Warning: Dark and BDSM theme story which involves highly adult content in the beginning. A naive maid who worked for two domineering billionaire brothers was attempting to hide from them because she had heard that if their lustful eyes fell on any woman, they made her their slave and owned her mind, body, and soul. What if she one day came across them? Who would hire her to serve as his personal maid? Who would control her body? Whose heart would she rule? Who would she fall in love with? Who would she despise?

Eveline was in need of money to pay for the medical treatment of her mother who was seriously ill. Eveline, who works as an ordinary staff in a company, is trying to pay the fees in repayments. But the hospital bill was very difficult to pay in repayments. Eveline tried to ask her family for a loan, but no one couple help her. Forced, Eveline decided to take a loan from the company, where she worked. Killian, the CEO, refused the company's huge loan. But Eveline promises that she Will repay the loan, no matter what. But what happens when Killian gives Eveline the condition to spend the night together? What Will Eveline do, with the decision and pressures that keep coming? And how can Killian and Eveline deal with a situation that feels increasingly suffocating for them? *** "Alright. I'll agree to lend you the money. But I have a condition." As he said, while standing up and walking over to me who was feeling very tense. “What are the conditions, sir?” As I said, with saliva that felt very rough in my throat. “Sleep with me.”

🔞🔞 “Answer me…how many damned men have taken pleasure from this body…” I shake as I feel his fingers skating down my chest… Torso, Then…then…my womanhood. I moan, staring into his orbs with desire... He locks eyes with me while he feathers a touch over my nether regions. “Speak up. How many men have touched this nether parts, make it swell…make it sensitive…speak?” He commands and I moan again... *** Since my eighteenth birthday everything I felt for David turned into lust. I want him to ruin me for other men but he keeps rejecting me. Breaking my heart. I'm not about to stop. I'll tempt him until he caves. Until he makes his. Because David Truman is mine.

"You have no idea what you've done to me. I've been replaying every sound you made, every way you came apart for me." His grip tightened. "I'm not letting that go. I'm not letting you go. F*ck the friendship. I want you." I let out a little gasp. His thumb rubbed across my lower lip. "I don't just want to f**k you—I want to keep you. You're my favorite sin, and I'll commit it again and again until you understand you're mine." His lips twitched a little. "You've always been mine, Savannah." ****** Her sister is marrying her ex. So she brings her best friend as her fake fiancé. What could possibly go wrong? Savannah Hart thought she was over Dean Archer—until her sister, Chloe announces she's marrying him. The same man Savannah never stopped loving. The man who left her heartbroken… and now belongs to her sister. A weeklong wedding in New Hope. One mansion full of guests. And a very bitter maid of honor. To survive it, Savannah brings a date—her charming, clean-cut best friend, Roman Blackwood. The one man who’s always had her back. He owes her a favor, and pretending to be her fiancé? Easy. Until fake kisses start to feel real. Now Savannah’s torn between keeping up the act… or risking everything for the one man she was never supposed to fall for.

“Hold her mouth open, she’s too polite to ask for it.” A firm hand grips my jaw, keeping it wide, as another man groans above me, thick and pulsing, his c*ck sliding against my tongue with punishing rhythm. She was supposed to be a transaction. One night. A girl forced to sell herself for money, and three men who could offer more than she’d ever dreamed, for a price. But Harper isn’t like the others. When she steps into that hotel suite, fragile and brave all at once, she isn’t just agreeing to pleasure. She’s agreeing to surrender. And something about her, about the way she flinches, the way she obeys, the way she doesn’t ask for more, makes them all pause. They own a club built on power, discipline, and unshakable rules. But she doesn’t know any of that yet. All she knows is what it feels like to be touched like she matters, just once. When they ask if she wants more, she says the wrong thing. “I’d have to ask Mark.” What should’ve been a second arrangement turns into a revelation. Because they know what Mark is. And now they know what he’s been doing to her. Two days later, they offer her another night. Same price. Only this time… they don’t plan on letting her go back. “Good girls take it. All of it. Even when it hurts.” I scream into the pillow as one thrusts deeper, harder, while the other presses his weight against my back, whispering filth into my ear and slapping my thigh until I shake.