MasukMAYAI woke up feeling soft, warm lips pressing gently against my forehead. A sleepy whimper escaped my lips as I blinked my eyes open slowly. Tristan was there, leaning over me with that intense, possessive gaze that always made my heart skip. “You’re back,” I murmured, my voice still heavy with sleep.He smiled, that devastatingly handsome smile that could melt me in seconds, and pulled me up into his strong arms. “You slept here,” he said softly, nuzzling his face into the crook of my neck. His breath was warm against my skin, sending little shivers down my spine. I whimpered again, melting into his embrace as his lips brushed along my collarbone.“Where’s Mom and Dad?” I asked, my fingers tracing lazy patterns on his back.Tristan breathed deeply against my neck, kissing the sensitive spot just below my ear. “They stayed at the hotel for that late business meeting. They’ll return tomorrow morning.” His voice was low, intimate, filled with that dark affection that always made me
MAYAI sat on the couch in the living room of my house, staring blankly out the large window. It had been five days since we returned home, and everything still felt surreal. My parents had arrived the next day, their faces etched with worry and relief, but the house had been filled with a heavy, unspoken tension ever since the news broke. Jax was dead. Found in his apartment after what authorities called an apparent suicide. The scandal, the public humiliation and the weight of everything he had done—it had apparently pushed him over the edge. Or so they said.I couldn’t stop replaying it in my mind. The video that exposed him and Hayley, the way my life had been torn apart, and now… this. Even my suspicion had turned toward Tristan at one point. I had confronted him in a quiet moment, my voice shaking as I asked if he had anything to do with it. He had denied it calmly, pulling me into his arms and whispering that he would never lie to me and that some people simply broke under
MAYAI whimpered as Tristan hovered over me, his eyes dark with that unhinged hunger. “It’s not enough for me, princess,” he growled, voice thick with psychotic possession. “I need to feel you fall apart again. I need to own every fucking sound you make.”I whimpered shyly, my body still trembling from the intense orgasms he had already forced out of me. But he leaned down and tenderly kissed my cheek, a soft contrast to the darkness in his eyes. The gentleness made my heart flutter even as fear and arousal twisted in my belly.He sat back on the wide leather seat, pushing his pants down to free his thick, hard cock. It stood proud and intimidating, veins pulsing with need. He grabbed my thighs, holding them wide as he pulled me on top of him. I gasped sharply as he sank me down onto his cock in one smooth, deep motion. “Ahhh- Tristan!” I moaned loudly, throwing my head back as my back arched against his chest. My legs trembled violently, the overstimulation making every inch of hi
MAYAI gasped as Tristan suddenly grabbed the back of my hair, his grip firm and possessive, yanking me up from where I knelt. He pulled me onto his seat, positioning me exactly how he wanted. My heart hammered wildly in my chest as he stood in front of me, towering over me with that dark, unhinged look in his eyes. The jet’s low hum faded into the background as his presence consumed everything. “Look at you,” he growled, voice low and psychotic, laced with that terrifying obsession. “My filthy little princess, thinking you could tease Daddy and get away with it. This pussy, this body, this soul- every fucking part of you belongs to me. No one else gets to see you like this. No one else gets to make you wet. You’re mine to ruin, mine to break, mine to keep dripping and begging. Understand?”I gulped hard, a wave of fear and shame washing over me. Suddenly I felt so timid, so small under his intense stare. “Tristan…” I whispered shyly, my voice barely audible, but he didn’t let me fi
MAYAI snuggled deeper into the soft leather seat of Tristan’s private jet, wrapped in a warm blanket as the hum of the engines filled the luxurious cabin. I was deliberately ignoring him, playing my little game after teasing him so mercilessly in the car earlier. I hadn’t let him cum, pulling away just when he was on the edge, and now he was watching me with that intense, predatory gaze that made my stomach flutter with both nerves and excitement. I knew he wasn’t in a great mood, but I loved pushing his buttons. Being a brat felt thrilling, especially knowing how he would eventually snap and put me back in my place.I stretched lazily, letting the blanket slip off one shoulder as I glanced at him sideways. “You know, Daddy,” I said in a sweet but teasing tone, “you look so tense. Still mad about earlier? Poor thing. Maybe you should have been nicer to that waitress. Then I wouldn’t have had to find someone else to talk to.”Tristan’s eyes darkened, but he stayed silent for now, l
MAYAI glanced at Tristan from the passenger seat, my heart sinking as I saw how fuming and displeased he looked. His jaw was clenched tight, knuckles white on the steering wheel and eyes fixed on the road with dangerous intensity. The silence between us felt heavy and suffocating. I whimpered softly, feeling a pang of guilt twist in my chest. Yes, the waitress had made me jealous, but I knew pushing him by flirting with that man had crossed a line. It was his mistake too for not shutting her down, but right now, seeing him like this made me feel bad. Really bad.“Tristan…” I called his name softly, my voice hesitant and small. He didn’t respond, completely ignoring me as he drove. I hated it. The cold shoulder made my stomach twist with anxiety. I didn’t like this distance between us, not after everything we had shared. I decided right then to make it up to him. Right now.I turned toward him in my seat, reaching over slowly and placing my hand boldly on his cock through his pants
MAYAI widened my legs on the passenger seat, my thighs parting shamelessly even with the blindfold tight over my eyes. The darkness only made me more aware of Tristan’s heavy presence, his scent filling the car and that raw masculine edge that made my pussy throb instantly. I knew it was him.
MayaMy eyelashes fluttered as his hot breath washed over my face. His exhale felt like a spark against my already feverish skin. Slowly, I lifted my gaze to meet his. Those endless black eyes that always looked right through me, even in my wildest fantasies.For one dizzying second, the alcohol h
MayaHis name came out small, trembling, almost a question. Like if I said it too loud he might vanish. But he didn’t. He was there. Still. This couldn’t be real.I blinked once. Twice. Three times. My lashes fluttered hard, like I could force the hallucination to shatter. But he didn’t disappear.
MayaAm I gay?The question kept echoing in my head like a broken record, louder than the pounding music vibrating through the strip club. I sat frozen on the red velvet couch in the VIP section with my half empty glass of vodka sweating in my hand. It burned down my throat every time I took a sip







