The heirs plaything
Stephanie never meant to stay long. She only wanted to honor her mother’s dying wish work for the Smiths, just like she did. But the mansion is a trap. And the three heirs? Monsters in tailored suits.
Jason was the sweet one or so she thought. One glass of water, a gentle smile, and she started feeling dizzy, hot, weak. Before she could speak, he was already guiding her into Hardin’s room.
“You’ll like this,” Jason whispered, brushing her hair back like a lover.
Hardin was waiting.
Cold eyes. Hands that didn’t ask. She couldn’t move. Couldn’t fight. Jason held her down by the waist while Hardin’s lips grazed her chest through her uniform, his fingers exploring without shame. Her breath hitched, body trembling between fear and confusion.
“You look even prettier like this,” Hardin smirked, sliding her skirt up slowly. “Helpless. Soft. Made for us.”
she tried to resist but it came out as a weak moan,She moaned weakly drugged, burning, dizzy while Jason’s hands roamed under her blouse, tracing every inch.
But the door slammed open.
Damien.
Fury in his eyes. Veins pulsing. One look at Stephanie’s flushed body pinned between his brothers and he snapped.
Jason stepped forward. “She’s fine”
The punch came hard and fast, Jason’s body hitting the wall with a loud thud. Damien didn’t stop. He ripped Stephanie away from Hardin’s bed, dragging her into his arms like she was his and only his.
“You let them touch you?” he growled, slamming the door behind them.
Before she could speak, his mouth crashed on hers.
The kiss was wild, deep, punishing. His tongue owned her, hands gripping her thighs as he lifted her off the ground. She clung to him, breathless, heart pounding.
“You’re mine, Stephanie,” he hissed, biting her lower lip. “Only mine. And I’ll remind you every damn time they try to take what belongs to me.”
Her world spun again but this time, it wasn’t from the drug.
It was from him.
And in that moment, Stephanie realized… she might never be able to escape
