2026-04-24 11:46:06“Fuck it,” I muttered hoarsely.
I grabbed the cage, the lube, the black rose, and shoved everything into a hoodie pocket. Then I slipped out the back door like a thief. 1427 Evergreen was a sleek high-rise. It further confirmed how Lena could afford this place. I took the elevator to the top floor with my pulse roaring in my ears. No turning back now. The door was indeed unlocked. I peeked in, noting that the apartment has non-existent light. I could only see by looking at the city lights. My nose twitched at the scent of her. “Lena?” My voice cracked. She emerged from the bedroom like a goddamn succubus. I squinted, taking in what she put on. Black silk robe hanging open, with nothing underneath but another one of those red net panties soaked dark at the crotch. Her tits were fuller than I remembered with nipples hard and sweaty. She had dropped that black gorgeous hair, gleaming at me seductively. “You came,” she purred. “Good boy.” I swallowed hard. “This stops now. I’m not doing this shit with you.” She laughed softly and stepped closer, letting the robe slide off her shoulders and pool at her feet. “You’re already here, Ace. Your cock is practically ripping through your pants. Stop lying to yourself.” I backed up until my shoulders hit the wall. “I said no. I have a life. Clara—” “Clara doesn’t fuck you like I do.” Lena’s hand shot out and palmed my bulge roughly. I groaned despite myself. “And you know it.” “Get your fucking hands off me,” I growled, grabbing her wrist. But I didn’t pull it away. My grip was weak and pathetic. She smiled wickedly. “Make me.” I tried. I really fucking tried. I spun her around, pinned her wrists above her head against the wall, breathing hard. “You’re crazy. Sending that shit to my house…” “And you loved every second.” She arched her back, pressing her ass against my cock. “Look at you. Already leaking for me.” That should be my line. I shoved her harder against the wall, trying to get my body to obey. “I’m leaving.” But I didn’t move. My hips rolled once, grinding my clothed cock between her cheeks. She moaned like a whore, pushing back. “Fuck… Lena…” “That’s it,” she whispered. “We used to have a lot of fun, Ace. Why'd it turn out this way? I miss you so much.” Her voice sounded so broken. My resolve cracked. I spun her again, kissing her brutally. Our tongues fought and she tasted like cherries. I ripped the red net panties down her legs and she kicked them away. “Bedroom. Now,” she ordered, grabbing my shirt and dragging me. I resisted one last time, planting my feet. “This is the last time. After this, you leave me the fuck alone.” A dark look crossed Lena’s face. “You belong to me Ace and I belong to you.” An icy shiver went down my spine. My god. “Lena, what happened to you?” I opened my mouth to ask, but the look was already gone. She just smirked and dropped to her knees. My cock sprang free, thick, veined, and dripping. “Jesus Christ, Ace. Still so fucking perfect.” She licked the bead of precum off the tip, eyes rolling back. “Mmm. Tastes like mine.” Yeah! I grabbed her hair, meaning to pull her off, but instead I shoved her mouth down on me. Her throat convulsed around my length as she took me deep. I continued slamming her over my cock. “Fuck—your mouth—” I hissed, hips snapping forward. She sucked me sloppy then pulled off with a wet pop. “Time for your present,” she said, voice husky. She grabbed the steel cock cage from my discarded hoodie. My stomach flipped with dread and excitement. “No. Absolutely not,” I said, stepping back. “I was going to return this back.” Lena crawled after me on her knees, both cage and lube in hand. “Yes. You’re going to wear it while I ride your face. Then I’ll unlock you and you can fuck me stupid. Trust me.” I shook my head, but my cock twitched hard at the thought. “You’re fucking deranged.” “And you’re dripping all over my floor.” She slicked the cage with lube, the metal gleaming. “Come on, baby. For old times’ sake. Let me lock you up. Let me own that big cock for a little while.” I resisted. I really did. I cursed at her, called her every name in the book. But when she looked up at me with those big, green hungry eyes… I froze. “Please, Ace. I need to feel you first,” Massaging the bridge of my nose, I snapped. “Fuck. Fine. Do it. But if I hate it, it comes off.” Lena grinned like she’d won the lottery. Her hands were gentle but firm as she lubed my still-hard cock, stroking me slowly until I was groaning and cursing. Then she eased the cage on. Fuckity Fuck! The cold steel encircled me, forcing my erection to strain painfully against the bars. Then she clicked the lock shut with the tiny padlock, looking all satisfied. “Oh my god,” I breathed, looking down. My cock was trapped, unable to move but its dark purple head was leaking like a faucet. It was humiliating. Degrading. Like a punishment for something. It was the hottest fucking thing I’d ever felt. Lena moaned at the sight, eyes rolling back. “Fuck, Ace. Look at you.” She pushed me onto the bed, climbed up, and straddled my face without warning, smothering me with her soaked pussy. “Eat me while you’re locked,” she demanded. I growled and attacked her cunt like a starving man—tongue fucking her deep, sucking her swollen clit, lapping up every drop of her cream. She ground down hard, riding my face, moaning and cursing. “Yes—fuck—your tongue is still magic—oh shit, right there—” She came hard the first time, thighs clamping around my head, flooding my mouth. I kept going, desperate, my caged cock throbbing uselessly against my stomach, aching for relief.
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Ace’s POVThe investigator called while I was still sitting in the car outside the office.“Just say it,” I told him.“I’ve got more than those medical results now.” He sounded careful. “Two things. First one is that Clara went to a cash clinic about eight weeks ago under a slightly different name. It wasn’t a normal pregnancy visit.”“Well I’ll be dammed.”“It was a consult about faking early signs and controlling the story. The person who told me won’t go public for obvious reasons, but the timing matches when she started pushing the pregnancy hard.”My hand tightened on the steering wheel. “And the second?”“Messages but they were not signed with her name, but tied to a phone from her office. Talk about keeping the timeline useful and not letting you force her into real proof.”“Why am I not even surprised?”“Hold up, It’s not a full confession. But it sure as hell doesn’t sound like an innocent woman.”“So I’ve got enough to face her with.”“Enough to stop being gentle but not eno
Chapter 151
Lena’s POVThe window I had was only going to be open for ninety minutes.Karl had a meeting across the city, this was one of those rare times his schedule created distance without his ever watchful eyes on me. Natasha had marked the block two days ago and said, if you’re going to test anything, test it then. Not the full exit, just one piece and one route. I left the apartment with a grocery bag and the appearance of a woman running ordinary errands. At the market I bought items I did not need, then walked out through the side street instead of the front. The plan was simple, or close to it; No taxi from the nearest corner, two blocks down. A bus, not an app car. Then a transfer line we had chosen because the cameras were older and the crowd was thicker at this hour.My secondary phone stayed off in the bottom of the bag.The first stop was a short-term room above a laundry, paid in cash to avoid anyone tracing it. Natasha had refused to let me near it during setup. Today was th
Chapter 150
Clara’s POVMy father asked me to come to the house in the afternoon, which should have been ordinary but instead felt like being summoned to a verdict.He received me in the study with the door half open and his glasses already in his hand. Marcus, mercifully, was not there. His absence did not feel like relief, on the contrary, It felt like the damage had already been done thoroughly enough that he no longer needed to be present for whatever happens next.“Sit down, Clara.”I sat. “If this is about the panel clip, I already know what you’re going to say.”“It’s not only about the panel my child.” He set the glasses on the desk. “It’s about the calls you’re making Clara, the way every adjustment looks, from the outside, like a fight for survival rather than a demonstration of readiness.”My mouth went dry. “I am fighting for survival?! Is that your personal opinion or another one of Marcus’s words that has managed to get to you.”“Enough.” The word was quiet and absolute. “I am not
Chapter 149
Marcus’s POVThe morning panel had been billed as a modest industry breakfast on succession continuity in family-held enterprises. I accepted the invitation for the obvious reason: the room would contain exactly the kind of people who preferred their concerns confirmed by someone calm enough to make those concerns sound responsible.I arrived early, jacket unbuttoned, no entourage, and spent the first ten minutes greeting people by name. Helen Cho found me near the coffee.“Marcus. I thought you might be here.”“Helen.” I smiled. “I heard the youth program closed its funding round. Congratulations.”She looked pleased, then serious. “It’s a difficult climate for long-term commitments. People want competence, but they also want emotional stability, and you know that one without the other makes donors nervous.”“That’s true in more than philanthropy,” I said. I let the observation remain general. “Institutions feel safest when the person at the front doesn’t require constant temperatu
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Karl’s POVThe report on Sinclair was neat, thorough, and useless in the way that only competent failure could be.I finished reading it in the upper room above the warehouse and set the pages aside. Rafael stood on the other side of the table with the kind of stillness my people learned early.“He absorbed the perimeter action,” I said.“Yes.” Rafael didn’t dress it up. “Security tightened within hours. Vendor routes were rewritten before end of day. No public noise. No visible panic. He treated it like weather and kept moving.”I stared at the closed folder. “I didn’t authorize weather. I authorized a reminder.”“He received the reminder. He just didn’t break pattern.”That was the problem. Most men, once reached, started spending themselves on the reach. They became reactive, noisy, easier to predict. Sinclair kept converting pressure into schedule changes and harder edges. Adaptation without the courtesy of fear.“Say the rest,” I told Rafael.He nodded once. “Jonathan made conta
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Tamara’s POVJohnson closed the apartment door behind him like a man finishing a sentence he had been writing for weeks.No overnight bag this time. No soft promise about a few days and a clearer head. Just him, standing in the entryway with his hands empty and his face already halfway gone from the life we had built around other people’s emergencies.“You’re doing it,” I said.“Yes.”I stayed by the kitchen counter because moving closer would have turned the moment into a scene, and I was so tired of scenes. “Say the full version. Don’t leave me to translate.”Johnson nodded once. “I’m out of the Clara work. Officially. No more strategy calls. No more shared files. No more being the second mind in a crisis that never ends. I’m distancing from the operation and from the version of us that only functions when she’s sinking.”The words were clean. That made them worse.“And what am I supposed to do with that?” I asked. “Clap? Wish you well? Pretend this isn’t you handing me the whole bl
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