Velvet Chains

After losing her grandmother and her home, Mara takes a job as a housemaid for a wealthy couple. The mistress treats her cruelly, but the master is kind-too kind.
As Mara and Alexander's forbidden connection grows, dark secrets begin to surface.
Will she break free or remain trapped in velvet chains?

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He settled between my thighs, kissing a line down my stomach, tongue flicking, teasing. He paused, looking up at me with a wicked grin.

"God, you're perfect," he said. "And you're gonna let me ruin you, aren't you?"

I moaned, already halfway undone.

Then his mouth was on me-hot, greedy, devastating. His tongue parted me with sinful precision, slow and thorough like he had all the time in the goddamn world. Each flick, each swirl was calculated, torturously perfect, like he'd studied exactly how to undo me.

He groaned into me, the vibration sending shockwaves through my core. One strong hand gripped my thigh, fingers digging in possessively as I writhed beneath him, helpless against the onslaught.

"Fuck, Mara," he murmured against me, his voice low and reverent, like prayer wrapped in filth. "You taste like heaven and sin. So fucking sweet. So wet for me."

I whimpered, hips lifting involuntarily, chasing his mouth.

"That's it, baby," he growled, licking a slow, deliberate stripe up my slit. "Grind on my face. Show me how bad you want it."