Veiled Submission
Chapter 1
The blindfold slipped over my eyes, and the world went black just as his deep voice brushed my ear.
"Relax, little spy. Let us show you what The Veil really is."
My heart slammed against my ribs. The masked party in the Brooklyn warehouse had been loud with moans and music only seconds ago. Now everything narrowed to the heat of three bodies surrounding me in the private room. Strong hands guided me backward until my thighs hit the edge of a leather bench.
Fingers-long and confident-traced my collarbone, then dipped lower, brushing the swell of my breasts through the thin black dress. I sucked in a sharp breath as cool ice suddenly pressed against my neck, melting instantly against my flushed skin. A second set of hands slid up my thighs, pushing the hem of my dress higher, exposing lace panties already damp with traitorous arousal.
"Who are you?" I whispered, even as my nipples tightened painfully.
The man behind me chuckled low, the sound vibrating through my chest. "Tonight, we're the ones asking questions."
The ice trailed down between my breasts, leaving a wet path that made me shiver. Then warm lips replaced it, sucking gently on the sensitive skin just above my bra. A soft moan escaped me before I could stop it. My hands were gently pulled behind my back and secured with something soft-silk, maybe. The restraint wasn't tight, but it sent a rush of heat straight to my core.
Another hand-rougher, more commanding-cupped my ass and squeezed. "So responsive already," the voice murmured, approval thick in his tone. "Good girl."
The praise hit me like a drug. My knees weakened. I hated how much I loved it.
The ice moved lower, circling my navel, then lower still until it pressed against the lace covering my clit. I gasped, hips jerking forward involuntarily. The cold burned deliciously against my swollen flesh. Fingers hooked into my panties, pulling them aside. Hot breath ghosted over my exposed pussy right before a warm tongue replaced the ice, licking one slow, torturous stripe from entrance to clit.
"Oh fuck-" My head fell back against a hard chest. Strong arms wrapped around me from behind, holding me upright as the tongue between my legs circled faster, sucking lightly.
Pleasure coiled tight in my belly. My thighs trembled. I was supposed to be gathering evidence, not melting under their touch. But God, the way they played my body-like they already knew every secret I'd never told anyone-made my mind spin.
The man behind me pinched my nipple through my dress, rolling it between his fingers. "Let go, beautiful. We've got you."
I came hard, sudden and shocking, a cry tearing from my throat as waves of pleasure crashed through me. My legs gave out completely, but they caught me, holding me between their bodies as I shook.
The blindfold stayed on. My breathing was ragged.
Then a calm, authoritative voice cut through the haze. "Take it off."
The silk was removed.
Three devastatingly handsome men stood before me-tall, powerful, radiating raw dominance. The one with icy blue eyes and sharp features stared at me like he could see straight into my soul. The playful one with warm brown eyes and a dangerous smirk licked his lips slowly. The third, broad-shouldered and intense, watched me with barely restrained hunger.
The blue-eyed man tilted his head. "Your real name isn't Elena Voss, is it... Nova Kane?"
My stomach dropped.
They knew.
Before I could speak, the door to the private room clicked shut behind us. The blue-eyed man stepped closer, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper.
"We have a proposal for you, little journalist. One that involves a 90-day contract... and your complete surrender."
My pulse thundered in my ears as his fingers brushed my still-sensitive clit, making me jolt.
"Or we can ruin your career right now."
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Chapter 3
Being fucked by two cocks at once while sucking the third was pure overwhelming bliss.
Kairo thrust deep into my pussy from below, hitting that perfect spot with every powerful stroke. Zane filled my ass, stretching me deliciously as he moved in perfect rhythm with Kairo. Draco's thick cock slid between my lips, gentle yet commanding, letting me breathe between thrusts.
My body sang with sensation. Every nerve ending burned. Sweat slicked my skin. Moans vibrated around Draco's length as pleasure coiled tighter and tighter in my core.
Kairo's hands gripped my hips hard enough to bruise. "Look at me, Nova."
I forced my eyes open, meeting his icy blue stare. The raw hunger mixed with something deeper-something almost tender-made my heart stutter even as my body climbed toward another shattering release.
Zane reached around and rubbed my clit in tight circles. "Such a good girl taking all of us. So fucking tight."
The praise sent me spiraling. My walls fluttered around Kairo. My ass clenched around Zane. I sucked harder on Draco, desperate to please them.
"Come," Kairo ordered, voice rough. "Come while we fill every hole."
The orgasm crashed over me violently. I screamed around Draco's cock as my entire body convulsed, pussy and ass pulsing rhythmically, milking them both. Waves of blinding pleasure ripped through me, leaving me shaking and gasping.
Draco pulled out of my mouth first, stroking himself fast. Hot ropes of cum painted my breasts and throat. Zane followed with a guttural groan, burying himself deep in my ass as he came. Kairo thrust up once, twice, then held me down as he filled my pussy with pulse after pulse of heat.
I collapsed onto Kairo's chest, trembling, covered in sweat and cum, heart pounding wildly.
Strong hands lifted me gently. Soft towels wiped me clean. Warm arms carried me below deck into a luxurious bedroom. They laid me on cool silk sheets, surrounding me immediately-Kairo on my left, Zane on my right, Draco behind me, spooning me protectively.
Fingers stroked my hair. Lips pressed soft kisses to my shoulder, my temple, my wrist. The contrast between the raw fucking and this tender aftercare made tears prick my eyes.
"You did so well," Kairo murmured, voice softer than I'd ever heard it. "Breathe, baby."
Zane nuzzled my neck. "We've got you. You're safe."
Draco's large hand rested possessively over my stomach. "Rest now. Tomorrow the real training begins."
I should have been terrified. I had just signed my body over to three dangerous men. Instead, a strange warmth spread through my chest. For the first time in years, I felt... held. Wanted. Seen.
Sleep pulled at me, but one nagging thought refused to fade.
They still didn't know how deep my original mission went.
Morning light filtered through the yacht windows when I woke. The men were already dressed in crisp shirts and slacks, looking every inch the powerful billionaires they were. A delicate silver necklace-thin chain with a small elegant lock pendant-rested on the bedside table.
Kairo picked it up. "Your collar for the next ninety days. Discreet enough for public. But you'll feel it every second."
He fastened it around my neck. The click of the lock sent a shiver down my spine-and fresh heat between my legs.
Zane grinned. "First rule: you wear this at all times. Second rule: when we say 'kneel', you drop."
Draco handed me a silk robe. "We're heading back to the city. Kairo's penthouse. Your new home for the duration."
As the yacht docked in Manhattan, my phone buzzed in my discarded purse. A message from my boss:
*Any progress on The Veil? Send whatever you have.*
Guilt twisted in my gut even as the necklace rested heavy and warm against my skin.
We stepped into the waiting black SUV. Kairo pulled me onto his lap, hand sliding under the robe to cup my bare pussy possessively.
"Already wet again," he noted with dark satisfaction. "Good."
Zane leaned in, kissing me deeply while Draco watched with burning eyes.
The car climbed toward the glittering Manhattan skyline.
Just as we pulled up to the towering glass building, my phone buzzed again-this time with a different number.
The message made my blood run cold:
*I know what you did last night, Nova Kane. And I know exactly who you're with. We need to talk... before they find out the truth about your father.*
My breath hitched.
Kairo's hand stilled between my legs. His sharp eyes narrowed on my face.
"Nova?" he asked, voice suddenly dangerous. "What's wrong?"
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7.7
Not only was I drugged, blinded and assaulted. I was deceived into carrying a baby by a stranger I never knew. Then he appeared and took my child away.
I was sent to a militia by the father of my child. I thought I was rescued but I was recruited to be a weapon for killing. Who was manipulating me, I didn't know. The answers were far from what I knew.
Forced to blend into the world that I could never believe I would be to, a place where brutality reigned, kill or be killed was the only language. I have survived but he has to pay for everything he did to me, because I believed every phase of my life was set by him and him alone. Have I really survived?
Who would have thought, he existed twice in the same world? Do I really know who I should take revenge on? Him or the person I would sacrifice everything for?
Was my mother the one who orchestrated everything? What kind of pawn am I?
9.2
She loved him until she lost herself.
Now, behind locked doors and shattered glass, she must learn to breathe again.
When she first met Lloyd, he was magnetic and intoxicating. The kind of man who turned every head when he entered a room, who spoke in promises sweet enough to taste. With him, she felt chosen, cherished, and safe.
But safety was an illusion, and love became a weapon.
And slowly, piece by piece, he dismantled her until nothing of the woman she once was remained.
Now institutionalized after a breakdown, she begins to piece together the brutal truth of what really happened in the shadows of their love story. Memories sting like open wounds: the manipulation disguised as tenderness, the apologies that blurred into threats, the desperate hope that tomorrow he'd be the man she fell for again.
Yet beneath the grief and the shame, a quiet rebellion stirs, a vow to reclaim her voice, her freedom, and her life. Because this is not just a story of how she fell apart. It is a story of how she rises.
Haunting, raw, and achingly intimate, Boys like him peels back the glittering mask of a toxic love affair to reveal the kind of darkness that hides in plain sight, and the unbreakable strength it takes to escape it.
7.4
Clara Davis was trained to seduce, deceive, and destroy.
Her mission is simple: infiltrate billionaire Jeffery Rothwell's life, gain his trust, and help seize his empire in exchange for the freedom she has always craved.
But the deeper she slips into his dangerous world, the more the lines between mission and desire begin to blur. Falling for him was never part of the plan and neither was discovering that the man she was sent to manipulate may not be the real Jeffery at all.
Now trapped in a deadly web of obsession, power, and hidden identities. Clara is caught between the organization that owns her, the monster who remade her, and a love that has turned into vengeance. Clara must survive a man who sees everything, controls everything, and may be far more dangerous than the organization that created her.
Because in this game of seduction and revenge, love might be the deadliest trap of all.
9.0
The biopsy report slid across the cold metal desk, stamped with a brutal death sentence: advanced gastric cancer. Aretha had exactly ninety days left to live.
It was her twenty-sixth birthday, but her phone only rang with a furious call from her husband, Anders.
"Do you have any idea how much of a joke you made this family look like today? Post a public apology to Kelli right now."
He had completely forgotten her birthday, only caring that she skipped her adopted sister's yacht party.
When Aretha dragged her failing body back to the family estate, her biological mother slapped her across the face just for looking pale and embarrassing them in front of guests.
Seeing Aretha wasn't submitting to the usual abuse, Kelli deliberately threw herself down the stairs, playing the innocent, depressed victim.
Anders rushed in and shoved Aretha brutally against the wall to protect Kelli, while her biological father delivered his ultimate threat.
"I am freezing your trust fund. Get on your knees and apologize to Kelli right now, or you won't see another dime."
A massive, suffocating sense of absurdity washed over Aretha. She had spent six years lowering her head and begging for their approval, only to be treated like a disposable placeholder. Why should she spend her final days enduring this agonizing torture for people who didn't even care if she breathed?
Aretha wiped the blood from her chin and laughed. She publicly severed all ties with her family, whipped the signed divorce papers directly at Anders's face, and walked out into the freezing storm—ready to fight for her own life.
8.9
Ava Kidd just wanted to escape her abusive stepmother when she got drunk at a high-end club and stumbled into the wrong hotel room.
She woke up the next morning in a luxury penthouse, lying naked next to a terrifyingly handsome man covered in her scratch marks.
Recalling rumors of the hotel's secret underground concierge, she immediately assumed she had accidentally slept with an elite male escort.
Desperate to settle the bill, she offered him her only debit card with a pathetic $1,800.
But the man, who was actually Garrison Terry, the ruthless billionaire CEO, was deeply insulted by the cheap plastic.
He trapped her against the bed, coldly demanding a half-million-dollar service fee.
When Ava frantically offered her dead mother's tarnished locket as collateral, he cruelly dismissed it as worthless junk.
Ava was humiliated, her heart pounding with absolute terror.
She didn't understand why this arrogant gigolo was acting like a deranged extortionist, demanding a fortune from a broke girl who had clearly made a mistake.
Furious and refusing to cower, she sneaked out, put on his oversized designer shirt, and aggressively ate his $800 truffle breakfast.
Having no money left, she grabbed her cheap red lipstick, wrote a defiant IOU on his expensive linen napkin, and fled the hotel.
She thought she had escaped a criminal, but upstairs, the billionaire traced her lipstick-stained name with a predatory smile.
"Ava Kidd, I will absolutely find you."
9.1
The best way to get back at a cheating bastard? Make him sick to his stomach for the rest of his life!
Days before her wedding, Corinne caught her fiancé cheating with his coworker in what she thought was their future home.
Furious, she tore everything apart, ended the engagement, and decided on a bold revenge plan.
To make him regret it for life, she set her sights on marrying his powerful uncle. Confident in her scheme, she tried to win over the cold, untouchable man, only to realize too late that she had mistaken his identity.
The man she married was far more dangerous than she imagined!
Corinne decided to make a quick escape. "Let's get a divorce. We're clearly not right for each other... "
He cornered her with a knowing smile, "Not right for each other? Funny, that's not what you said last night in bed. Want me to remind you how wrong you are?"