Chapter 1: Alex Kane was having one of those nights where everything felt like shit. Twenty-four years old, no real job, just scraping by with odd gigs that paid enough for cheap beer and instant noodles. He lived in a tiny apartment that smelled like old pizza and regret. Women? Forget it. The last girl he liked laughed in his face when he asked her out, said he was "cute but not her type." Cute. That word burned him every time he thought about it. Tonight he was walking home from the corner store, phone in hand, scrolling through pics of girls way out of his league. Big tits, tight asses, lips that looked like they could suck the soul out of a man. He got hard just looking. His mind wandered to what it would be like to have a bunch of them all over him, begging for it, fighting over who got to ride him first. Stupid fantasy, but it kept him going. He stepped off the curb without looking. Head down, dick half-hard in his jeans, thinking about sliding into some wet pussy while t

Chapter 3: Blood and Pussy The door splintered with a loud crack. Wood flew everywhere. Victor Kane stepped through like he owned the place, which he probably did. Tall bastard, built like a brick wall, shaved head, scar running down his left cheek. Black suit stretched tight over muscles that looked like they could crush skulls. His eyes locked on Alex first, then dropped to Lila. She was still bent over, dress hiked up, ass red from the slap, pussy dripping down her thighs. Alex's cock hung out, slick and hard, glistening with her juices. Victor's face twisted. Rage. Pure fucking rage. "You little shit," he snarled. "That's my fiancée you're balls-deep in." Alex tucked himself back into his jeans slow, no rush. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, tasting Lila still on his lips. "Was. Past tense. She's mine now." Lila straightened up quick, pulling her dress down. Her cheeks were flushed, hair messy, lipstick smeared. She looked between them, breathing heavy. "Victor.

Chapter 5: Sister's Game The voice from the hallway belonged to a woman who sounded like she could cut glass with words. Elena Voss. Lila's older sister. Boss of the Shadow Syndicate. The kind of woman who made grown men piss themselves just by walking into a room. Alex stood in the middle of the carnage. Bodies cooling on the floor. Blood pooling under boots. His own shirt ripped open, showing fresh scars already knitting shut from the system's magic. Cock still out, half-hard from Lila's mouth and the adrenaline rush of the fight. Lila pressed tight against his side, dress torn, tits spilling out, thighs sticky with her own juices and his pre-cum. She trembled a little, but not just from fear. Her hand stayed low, fingers brushing his shaft like she needed the contact to stay grounded. Elena stepped through the doorway slow. No rush. She was taller than Lila, built lean and deadly. Black leather pants hugged long legs that could snap a neck. Crop top showed flat stomach and the

Chapter 7: Brother's Blade The axe came down like it wanted to split the world in half. Alex yanked out of the woman beneath him at the last second. Thick cock slick and throbbing, he rolled hard to the side. The blade buried deep into the marble floor with a crack that shook the whole penthouse. Shards flew up. Sparks from the impact lit the room red for a heartbeat. The huge guy yanked the axe free. Muscles rippling under black tactical gear. Same red glow in his eyes as his sister. Same ponytail, only shorter. Face scarred across the jaw. He looked like he ate nails for breakfast and fucked corpses for fun. "Get off my sister, you piece of shit," he snarled. Voice deep enough to rattle bones. Alex pushed to his feet. Naked. Bloody. Cock still rock hard, veins pulsing, dripping a mix of her juices and his own pre-cum. He wiped blood from his lip with the back of his hand. Grinned. "Your sister just came all over my dick," he said. "Screamed like she never had it that good. You

Chapter 9: Black Chains, Breaking Point The black chain tightened around Lila's throat like a living snake. Her face turned red fast. Eyes bulging. Small hands clawing at the dark links digging into her skin. She gasped wet, choking sounds. Legs kicking weak in the air. Her pussy still dripped slow from earlier play, thighs slick and trembling. Naked body hanging helpless while the hooded figure held her up like a trophy. Alex froze mid-step. Cock throbbing hard against his stomach, veins thick and angry, pre-cum beading at the tip. The surge of power from the harem bond still burned in his blood, making his muscles twitch, but seeing Lila like that hit him harder than any axe or bullet. "Let her go," he growled. Voice low. Dangerous. The figure laughed. Deep. Hollow. Smoke poured thicker from under the hood. "Choose, Apex. Her life ends in seconds. Or surrender your claim. Drop to your knees. Offer your women. Your cock. Your soul. And maybe she breathes again." Elena snarled.