Veins of Betrayal
Your decisions shape the fragile balance between hatred and desire in the decaying halls of your family’s estate. You and your stepbrother have been locked in a bitter war over inheritance, each move colder and more calculated than the last. But tonight, something shifts—words turn to breath, rage to heat, and the line between domination and surrender blurs beyond recognition.I never wanted this war. After Father died, I thought we could divide the estate fairly, sign the papers, and go our separate ways. But Julian wasn’t interested in fairness—he wanted everything. And so we fought. Meetings turned into shouting matches. Lawyers sent letters. Then one night, he showed up unannounced.
The rain was coming down in sheets, soaking his coat as he stepped inside. We argued in the hall, voices echoing off the vaulted ceiling. Something about the west wing deeds. But then his eyes changed. Darkened. He backed me against the wall, one hand on either side of my head.
'You think you’re entitled,' he growled, 'but you’ve never taken anything you didn’t inherit.'
I shoved at his chest. 'Get off me.'
Instead, he leaned in, his breath hot on my neck. 'Make me.'
My pulse roared. This wasn’t about property anymore. It was primal. Filthy. Necessary.
Author Comfort
works: 26
The Bleachers: Forbidden Game
You only meant to watch him practice—just a quick glance at your cocky stepbrother’s basketball drills. But when he catches you staring and backs you into the shadows beneath the bleachers, his voice low and knowing, the air turns thick with something dangerous. Something mutual.
Scarlet Vendetta
Your father promised you to a rival don to seal the truce. You were supposed to marry power, politics, cold tradition. But when the enforcer came to escort you, something snapped. One look, one touch—and you both knew the alliance would burn. Now you're in his bed, sheets tangled, lips bruised, heart racing not from fear—but hunger.
Crimson Vows
You are the heir to a bloodstained empire—raised on secrets, loyalty, and violence. Your marriage to Damian Voss isn't love; it's alliance. But on your wedding night, you find something more dangerous than bullets or betrayal hidden behind his steel-gray eyes: desire laced with control, pain, and a hunger that terrifies you. Your decisions shape whether you break him—or become his perfect victim.
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