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 5
Zane's fingers closed around my phone before I could stop him. The new message lit up the screen, visible to all of them:
*Your father didn't just work for Kairo's company. He was destroyed by him. Meet me tomorrow at 10 AM - alone - or I send everything to the press.*
My heart stopped.
Zane's playful expression hardened instantly. Kairo's icy eyes flashed with something dangerous. Draco's hand tightened on my hip.
I was still impaled on Zane's cock, Kairo's fingers buried in my ass, Draco's length resting against my lips. The position that had felt so intimate moments ago now felt painfully exposed.
"Explain," Kairo said, voice deceptively calm as he slowly withdrew his fingers, leaving me empty and aching.
I slid off Zane with a soft whimper, my body still trembling from the ruined orgasm. Tears pricked my eyes - not just from frustration, but from the sudden wave of shame and fear crashing over me.
"My father..." My voice cracked. "He worked in tech. He was blacklisted years ago. I never knew it was connected to you."
Kairo's jaw clenched. He gripped my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. "And you thought infiltrating The Veil would give you answers?"
I nodded, tears spilling over. "I wanted the truth. I wanted justice."
Zane sat up, pulling me into his lap despite everything. His cock, still hard and slick with my juices, pressed against my stomach. He wiped my tears with his thumb, surprisingly gentle. "Baby, we don't destroy innocent people. There's more to that story."
Draco moved behind me, his broad chest warm against my back. Strong arms wrapped around my waist, holding me securely between them. "Breathe, Nova. We're not monsters."
The tenderness in their voices broke something inside me. I sobbed quietly as Zane kissed my forehead and Kairo stroked my hair. Even in the middle of this storm, their touch made me feel safe - wanted.
But the fear lingered.
Kairo's phone rang suddenly. He glanced at the screen, expression darkening further. "It's internal. Shadow Court trying to stir trouble again."
He answered while Zane laid me back on the bed. Draco spread my thighs gently, his mouth descending on my pussy with slow, soothing licks. Zane sucked on my nipples, alternating between soft kisses and sharp bites.
I moaned, hips lifting as pleasure began to chase away the panic. Draco's tongue circled my clit with perfect pressure while two thick fingers slid inside me, curling just right.
Kairo paced nearby, voice low and commanding on the phone, but his eyes never left my body.
Zane whispered against my breast, "Let us take care of you. Let us make it better."
Draco sucked my clit harder. I cried out, fingers tangling in his hair as another orgasm built fast and deep. Zane pinched both nipples at once, sending sparks straight to my core.
"Come for us, sweetheart," Zane murmured.
I shattered again, moaning loudly as my pussy pulsed around Draco's fingers, fresh wetness coating his tongue. The pleasure was so intense it left me shaking and boneless.
They didn't stop. Kairo ended the call and joined them, sliding his cock deep into my pussy in one smooth thrust while I was still coming down. Zane moved to my mouth. Draco stroked himself, watching with dark hunger.
They took turns fucking me slowly, tenderly, each thrust pushing away the fear and replacing it with overwhelming sensation and emotion. Kairo kissed me deeply as he moved inside me. Zane praised me softly between thrusts into my mouth. Draco's hands roamed my body like he was memorizing every curve.
Hours blurred. They brought me to orgasm again and again until I was a sobbing, pleasure-drunk mess in their arms.
Finally, they collapsed around me, cum leaking from my pussy and ass, body marked with their bites and fingerprints.
Kairo pulled me against his chest, voice soft but firm. "Tomorrow you'll tell us everything. No more secrets."
I nodded sleepily, the silver collar warm against my skin.
But as sleep pulled me under, my phone buzzed once more on the nightstand - a single photo attachment this time.
I opened it with trembling fingers while the men breathed steadily around me.
The image showed my father's old company documents... with Kairo's signature clearly authorizing the blacklist.
And below it, a new message:
*He didn't just blacklist your father. He had him killed.*
My blood ran cold.
I looked up - straight into Kairo's now-open eyes, watching me silently in the dark.
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9.1
He postponed putting my name on the deed 18 times.
Each time, his mentee Ciera had an “emergency.” Each time, he ran to her.
I watched him give her his prized Montblanc pen—the one he wouldn’t even let me borrow. I saw her post their late nights on Instagram. I ate anniversary dinners alone while he “mentored” her.
Then he bought me a necklace—identical to the one she just flaunted online.
That was when I stopped feeling anything.
I didn’t cry. I didn’t fight. I simply packed two suitcases, resigned from our firm, and booked a one-way ticket to London.
He thinks I’m coming back in a week.
He has no idea I’m gone for good.
Nineteen broken promises. One silent goodbye. And a new life waiting across the ocean.
7.5
For five years, I was locked away in the freezing royal dungeon, starved and used as a bloody plaything by the kingdom's sadistic Cabinet Minister, Brandt Fischer.
He tortured me daily for one twisted reason: I simply looked like someone else.
When he visited my cell to casually announce my father's execution and drag a silver dagger across my neck, he expected me to beg.
Instead, I laughed, sank my teeth directly into his carotid artery, and was violently thrown against a jagged stone wall to my death.
As my skull cracked and my blood stained the moss, I thought about my so-called family. The moment Brandt had demanded me, my father, the Duke, handed me over without a single hesitation to save his own political career.
I was nothing but a disposable pawn, left to rot in the dark while the monsters who ruined my life thrived.
I died suffocating on my own blood and absolute, destructive vengeance.
Then, I opened my eyes.
I was lying in my silk-sheeted bed, reborn as my fifteen-year-old self.
Today was the exact day Lord Daryl Langley, the God of War, would be ambushed and crippled—the event that allowed Brandt to seize ultimate power.
I immediately stole a horse, rode to the palace gates, and threw myself directly in front of Daryl's moving carriage.
"I just didn't want to see a hero die like a slaughtered pig."
I didn't care if I had to shatter my own ankle to hijack his convoy. This time, I was going to save the general, and he would become the blade I use to slaughter them all.
9.3
Six years ago, my adoptive family framed me for commercial espionage, stripped me of my identity, and threw me out. Now, I finally returned to the Solis estate as a commercial pilot to take back what was mine.
But the first thing my adoptive mother did was threaten me with that forged evidence again. She demanded I take my sister Kiana's place in a marriage contract with a disabled man, simply because Kiana refused to marry him.
When I refused, Kiana ambushed me at the airport with a mob of reporters. She cried for the cameras, publicly accusing me of causing our father's and brother's deaths. She painted me as a ruthless monster who bankrupted the company and ruined the family. The crowd instantly turned on me, screaming that I was a murderer and a gold-digger. Kiana wanted to completely destroy my reputation so I would have no choice but to submit to her arrangement.
I looked at her fake tears, feeling a cold, absolute fury. How dare she use the tragic deaths of the only family members who actually loved me as a prop for her sick show? They had ruined my life once, and now they wanted to bury me alive.
I didn't hesitate. I slapped her hard across the face right in front of the flashing cameras.
"That was for my father and brother."
Then, my real fiancé, a decorated Delta Force commander, rolled through the crowd in his wheelchair. He tossed a classified Pentagon file to the reporters, completely clearing my name and exposing Kiana's lies. I married him to start my revenge, but as I stepped into his heavily secured penthouse that night, I realized my powerful new husband had been preparing for me for a very long time.
9.7
I was an intern nurse working exhausting shifts, yet my mother constantly forced me into blind dates with wealthy, arrogant men to secure our family's social standing.
During a terrifying hospital lockdown, an assassin disguised as a doctor held a scalpel to my throat. I was almost killed, but a high-ranking military colonel threw his own body down a flight of concrete stairs to shield me.
I survived with cuts and bruises, but when I went home, my mother didn't care about my near-death experience. She was only furious that I had rushed out on my blind date with Preston, a rich financial analyst.
She forced me to meet him to apologize. When Preston grabbed my arm, bruised me, and mocked my attack as a pathetic lie, my mother still took his side.
"Men get angry," she told me coldly. "It's your job not to provoke them. You will beg for his forgiveness, or you are no longer welcome in this house."
I had narrowly escaped an assassin, yet my own family was willing to feed me to a monster just for a fat paycheck and neighborhood gossip.
My heart went completely dead.
So, when the intimidating Colonel appeared, offering me maximum military protection through a sudden marriage, I didn't hesitate.
I walked back into my parents' house and calmly slapped a crisp marriage certificate onto the coffee table.
"I won't be apologizing to Preston. I got married today."
7.6
Top DEA agent Kaitlynn Bruce woke up to a heavy, chemical lethargy, only to realize she was trapped in the body of a weak, abused war widow.
Before she could even process her new reality, she heard her sister-in-law counting cash, selling her unconscious body to a local thug for a measly two hundred dollars.
The thug dragged her new seven-year-old son, Cason, into the bedroom.
"Mommy!"
When the boy reached out, the man brutally kicked his small body into a wooden doorframe, leaving him gasping and bleeding on the floor.
Memories flooded Kaitlynn's mind. Her predecessor was a pathetic doormat whose husband's military pension had been bled dry by these greedy in-laws, leaving her children to starve and suffer endless abuse.
But as Kaitlynn looked at the bleeding boy's dark, unnervingly alert eyes, a chilling piece of DEA intelligence clicked in her mind.
Cason Richmond.
The name, the town, the abusive aunt—it all matched the classified files of the "Director of the Hive," the most ruthless and feared cartel puppet master in the criminal underworld.
How could this battered, starving child be destined to become the ultimate monster she used to hunt?
The original widow's tragic death was supposed to be the catalyst that pushed this boy into total darkness.
But Kaitlynn Bruce was not a victim.
Adrenaline burning through the drugs, she cracked the thug's neck with a brass lamp and choked the sister-in-law against the wall.
Looking down at the boy who was supposed to become a global nightmare, she made a vow. She was going to rewrite his script, even if she had to burn the whole world down to do it.
9.6
When a global anomaly awakens dormant powers within them, a neuroscientist, a physicist, and an artist discover they are connected by a force that defies time itself. Mert sees the memories of strangers. Elena witnesses the fabric of reality crack. Kai paints symbols from a past he never knew. Thrown together by fate, they are not alone. Across the globe, others are awakening too-gifted with extraordinary abilities. But they are not the only ones. A powerful cabal-a ruthless financier, a tech mogul, and a charismatic influencer-sees the anomaly not as a warning, but as a weapon. Their ambition shatters the timeline, scattering the group across history: from the smog-choked streets of Victorian London to a transhumanist future, and into a terrifying parallel present. Broken into three teams, the group must hunt their enemies through time itself. To survive, they must master their new powers and forge bonds of love and loyalty strong enough to bend the laws of physics. Their final battle will not be fought in any single era, but at the crossroads of all realities, where the key to existence-the very heart of time-is at stake.