♠️🌺𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍🌺♠️
[𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐌𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬, 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲]
𝐁𝐲, 𝐃𝐞𝐛𝐛𝐲 𝐆𝐨𝐥𝐝🩵
𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐃𝐄 5&6
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★
Ixora’s mind spun in chaotic circles.
What had she gotten herself into? He owned her now? Sin Summer—her sister’s fiancé—had claimed her completely.
And the worst part was, some twisted part of her felt a dark thrill when those possessive words left his mouth.
…No, Ixora… you’re really losing it….
She had known this moment would come. Deep down, she had felt it the second she crossed that forbidden line.
It felt so good, yet so wrong—taboo in the sickest way. Guilt and excitement twisted together inside her chest until she could barely breathe.
“Did you understand what I’m saying?” Sin’s deep, slow voice sliced through her thoughts like a blade, pulling her back to reality.
Ixora swallowed hard. Her fingers trembled behind her back as she stared into his dark, intense eyes. Her heart hammered wildly against her ribs.
“I… my body isn’t yours. It’s mine,” she whispered, her voice shaking even as her body betrayed her with a rush of heat.
Sin’s lips curved into an amused, hungry smile. “After you introduced it to me yourself, right?”
“It was a mistake,” she said quickly, forcing the words out in a single breath. “You’re my sister’s fiancé. I’m sorry for crossing the line. It won’t happen again.” Her fists clenched so tightly behind her back that her nails dug into her palms, almost breaking the skin.
Sin’s expression shifted into something darker—a satisfied, dangerous smirk.
He gripped her jaw harder and pulled her face even closer until their lips were barely an inch apart. Their breaths mingled hot and heavy in the tight space between them.
The air in the room felt thick, suffocating. Ixora’s heart slammed violently in her chest. Her eyes stung, turning red from the overwhelming pressure.
His fingers pressed deeper into her soft skin, firm but not yet bruising.
He noticed the mark on her forehead—the one Kiara had given her—but right now, that didn’t matter. Nothing else mattered except making her accept the truth.
“I’m your sister’s fiancé?” he repeated, his voice dropping to a low, deadly calm. “Seriously?”
Ixora trembled. His eyes weren’t angry. They were calm in the most terrifying way, like a storm waiting to break. That calm sent cold shivers racing down her spine.
“And yet,” he continued, his tone growing darker, “you pushed your body against me. You Mõ@ned, cried, and screamed for more. You got so wet for me. You shoved those soaked pink følds against my mouth and begged for my cøck inside you. Remember that?”
Ixora’s face burned crimson with shame, embarrassment, and a strange, creeping shyness that made her thighs press together.
“It… it was taboo…” she breathed.
“d@mn the taboo,” Sin cut her off sharply, anger flashing in his eyes now.
She could feel he was right on the edge.
“Where was that word when you were enjoying every single thing I did to you? When you came to me willingly?”
Her throat went completely dry. His hot, angry breath mixed with hers. Her fists clenched even tighter.
“When I choose something,” he snarled, voice low and venomous, “it belongs to me completely. Do you understand now? You’re mine.” His grip tightened.
“Your hair is mine. Your face is mine. Your eyes, lips, nose, and cheeks—they’re all mine. Your neck and chest… mine. Your Brë@šts… mine. Your stomach, your legs… every inch of you is mine. That pretty pu§§y is mine. Everything on you belongs to Sin Summer. Got that?”
There was no point arguing anymore. She had dug this pit of hell for herself.
If she ever saw Aiden again, she wouldn’t spare him.
She h@tëd how quickly she had fallen into Sin, but even as her mind fought it, her body and soul melted at the word “Mine.” A dark, addictive warmth spread through her.
“Got that?” Sin demanded again, flat and cold.
Ixora nodded instantly, as if some invisible force controlled her.
“Words!” he snapped.
She flinched. “Yes… they’re all yours. Not mine.”
Sin released her jaw and stepped back. Ixora let out a shaky breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. Her legs felt weak.
What were they now? Fuçk buddies? Secret love makers behind her sister’s back? The thought made her tremble harder. She hadn’t even noticed she was visibly shaking.
Nothing could be done. Sin wasn’t the type to let go once he set his mind on something.
She was trapped. Deliciously, terrifyingly trapped.
“Come here, dumbface,” his voice called from the dining room. He had already pulled out a chair for her, waiting like she was his queen.
Hesitantly, Ixora walked toward him. Sin noticed the slight apart in her steps and smirked with dark satisfaction.
She finally reached the table and sat down. Her favorite foods were laid out beautifully—pancakes, milkshake, chicken laps, and pizza. All the things she loved but could rarely eat because of Kiara’s control.
She had only enjoyed them once, thanks to that bastard Aiden.
Memories of the punishment waiting for her at home made her sad eyes lift slowly to meet Sin’s.
He was watching her quietly, his expression calm and strangely satisfied again.
One moment teasing, the next furious, and now gentle. What was going on inside this man’s head?
“Should I feed you?” he asked, his voice suddenly softer, almost loving.
“My home…” she muttered.
Sin stroked her cheek tenderly, a smirk playing on his lips. “I took care of everything. Don’t worry. You’re booked with me for the whole day.”
Ixora’s eyes widened in confusion. “Booked? Took care?”
Sin nodded. “Just forget everything else and enjoy today. We’re staying together. I’m not going anywhere, and neither are you.”
She swallowed hard, heart racing with a mix of fear and forbidden warmth.
Sin leaned in and kissed her forehead gently, almost lovingly, before pulling back.
“Should I feed you?” he asked again.
Before she could answer, he decided for her. “Guess you want that.”
He sat down and lifted her effortlessly onto his lap as if she weighed nothing.
Ixora gasped. Her arms wrapped around his neck. Their eyes locked. Her throat felt dry from nerves and desperate hunger—not just for the food, but for him.
Instead of feeding her, Sin began kissing her deeply. Like the weak fool she was, she forgot everything else. She melted into him, holding him close, accepting his claim faster than her mind could fight it.
Sin stood up with her still wrapped around him, then gently placed her back on the seat. He broke the breathless kiss, eyes burning with dark hunger.
Ixora’s heart tightened as she watched him kneel in front of her. His hands slid under the oversized gown and tore it apart in one powerful motion.
She gasped, eyes wide. “Sin…”
He squeezed her Brë@šts possessively. “Mine,” he breathed, gripping them harder. His large palms couldn’t contain them fully, and that only seemed to please him more.
Ixora’s breath hitched. What was about to happen?
Sin pushed her N?pplës together and took both into his mouth at once, sucking and biting with wild hunger.
“Ah… ah!” Ixora cried out, throwing her head back.
She could still felt last night soreness.
Her toes curled tightly, and her hands gripped the seat until her knuckles turned white.
He devoured her Brë@šts so fiercely that last night felt gentle in comparison. Her eyes welled up with overwhelmed tears.
Her breathing came in shaky, broken gasps.
Sin left her glistening Brë@šts and hooked his fingers into her P@ntiës, yanking them off in one swift pull. He tossed them aside; they landed on the couch in the living room.
The cool air from the AC kissed her still-sore pu§§y, making her bite her lip and grip the seat harder.
Sin hooked her legs over the chair, spreading them wide open for him.
He licked his lips, eyes dark with raw hunger as he stared at her dripping wetness. She was soaked already, just from his touch and words.
“Sin—” she cried sharply as he buried his face between her thighs.
He ate her wildly, his strong hands holding her thighs firmly in place so she couldn’t close them or escape the overwhelming pleasure.
The mix of soreness and sweet, intense pleasure made her throw her head back, whimpering helplessly. She didn’t want him to stop. The feeling was crazy—addictive and dangerous.
Just last night, and now this again. How had he become so addictive so quickly? This was completely out of control.
She jolted and Mõ@ned loudly as his tongue licked her slit and sucked on her swollen çlit.
“Arghh… Sin… stop…” The strong sound tore from her lips, echoing through the room.
She wasn’t asking him to stop because it hurt or because she disliked it.
The pleasure was simply too much. Overwhelming shivers shot up her spine like electric shocks.
She looked down at him with tears rolling down her flushed cheeks, shaking her head weakly as if trying to survive the intensity.
He Mõ@ned sweetly against her pu§§y, sucking and devouring her like a man starved.
He was going to be the end of her.
“Füçk…”
Sin suddenly lifted her off the seat. Her arms and legs wrapped tightly around him. The torn remains of her gown hung from her body as she hugged him desperately.
He freed his cøck with a deep groan. It was thick, veiny, and throbbing with need.
Their eyes stayed locked as he guided it to her—not her pu§§y, but her tight @$$hOle.
Ixora’s eyes widened in shock. But the shock quickly melted into pleasure as he pushed inside her, claiming her completely.
“You must get used to both sides,” he groaned against her ear, biting her soft lobe. “We’re going to need them both.”
He continued th-ru_sting roughly into her @$$, making her Mõ@n loudly.
Their eyes never broke contact. Her heavy Brë@šts bounced wildly between them with every powerful th-ru_st.
“Mmmmm……”
The mix of dark possession, twisted romance, and toxic pleasure swallowed them both whole.
★
𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐄—10𝐀𝐌
The gigantic towers stood proudly beneath the bright sky, their glass walls reflecting sunlight so beautifully that the entire campus almost looked unreal.
At the very top of the tallest building, the bold silver words — 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐄 — flickered elegantly against the expensive crystal glass design, impossible for anyone to miss from a distance.
Luxury practically breathed from every corner of the school.
Different massive buildings stretched across the wide compound, each designed with a level of wealth that screamed power instead of education.
Beautiful flower gardens lined the walkways.
Tall green trees swayed softly around the campus.
Fountains sparkled beneath the sunlight while students gathered around taking pictures, recording videos, laughing, and showing off online like celebrities.
The roads inside the campus were smooth and spotless, large enough for expensive cars to move freely without stress.
And those cars?
They were everywhere.
Luxury brands filled the parking lots one after another — students, lecturers, workers, rich parents, and even personal bodyguards stepping out with pride.
No doubt…
Summer College was the most powerful college in the entire country.
Not just because of education.
Because of status, influence, and power.
Getting admitted into the school alone was enough to change someone’s social rank instantly.
But beneath all that beauty…the darkness hidden inside the college was even worse.
Bullying, violence, secret cults, drugs, and llegal deals.
Powerful students ruining lives without consequences.
Summer College was more dangerous than most mafia organizations.
And the scariest part?
Nothing ever happened to them.
Even if someone died inside the campus with clear evidence…
The school’s reputation would remain untouched.
That was the level of power the Summers possessed.
Mr. Summer Malakai.
A name powerful enough to silence problems before they were even created.
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Two luxurious cars suddenly drove into the campus, smoothly entering the parking lot.
Immediately, heads turned.
Of course the students recognized the cars instantly.
The owners were popular enough already.
Phones came out immediately.
Cameras switched on.
Whispers spread around excitedly as the doors opened.
Three boys stepped out, and among them was Aiden, standing proudly like he owned half the school already.
Everything about him screamed money.
From the expensive fitted shirt hugging his body perfectly, down to the designer watch around his wrist and the shades resting effortlessly against his fingers.
Beside him stood his two close friends.
Finn and Ezra.
Both equally handsome.
Equally rich. Equally dangerous-looking.
The three of them carried the same arrogant aura only wealthy boys could possess naturally.
Though everyone still knew one thing.
No matter how rich they looked…
They were still nothing compared to The Kings.
👥 “Oh my God… Aiden!”
👥 “Can I please be your girlfriend?!”
👥 “Ezra!! Look here!”
👥 “Finn is literally so cute!”
👥 “Smile for me boys!”
“Now this is the kind of welcome I like,” Finn smirked proudly as screams filled the atmosphere.
“The girls are extra crazy today,” Ezra chuckled. “I need at least ten numbers before tonight.”
Aiden only smirked lazily before adjusting his shirt and putting on his shades.
Honestly…No foolish person would believe someone with his dangerous playboy face could actually fall in love seriously.
The three boys began walking toward the main tower while screams and cameras followed them nonstop.
And they were enjoying the attention even more today.
Because there was only one reason the spotlight was fully on them this much.
Their rivals weren’t around.
The Kings.
If those monsters were present, the students would’ve abandoned everyone else immediately.
After all…the Kings were on an entirely different level.
Richer. More feared. More powerful.
“I seriously hope something bad happened to those bastards today,” Finn scoffed.
“Especially Sin,” Ezra added coldly.
Immediately, Aiden’s jaw tightened.
His fists clenched slightly.
The hatred in his eyes darkened instantly at the mention of Sin’s name alone.
Finn and Ezra exchanged glances before placing their hands on his shoulders.
Aiden shrugged them off immediately and walked faster ahead of them.
Both boys sighed before hurrying after him.
“Dude, are you okay?” they asked carefully.
But Aiden ignored them completely as the three disappeared into the elevator.
★
“Line.”
Zafira called softly from behind while struggling to keep up with Adeline’s fast steps.
Adeline was too busy pressing her phone while walking like a queen across the hallway.
Chewing gum loudly. Completely unbothered.
Meanwhile, Zafira carried her designer bag, books, makeup purse, and even her coffee carefully like her entire life depended on it.
It was obvious she wasn’t just Adeline’s friend.
She was practically her servant.
Inside Summer College, status mattered more than anything.
After The Kings…then came Aiden and his friends.
Then a few other elite students, and among them were the Browns, as the family was connected to the Summer.
Everyone desperately wanted to associate with them.
To be noticed by them and become useful to them somehow.
But sadly…Luck never existed in Ixora’s case.
And Adeline?
She intentionally kept Zafira around because she knew the girl wasn’t rich enough to challenge her.
Easy to control, manipulate, and keep beneath her forever.
“Yes,” Adeline finally answered without looking away from her phone.
“How was your hangout with Aiden yesterday?” Zafira asked curiously.
Adeline usually told her almost everything.
That was why she felt bold enough to ask.
Adeline sighed dramatically.
“It was good,” she replied casually as they entered the elevator together. “He actually tried harder than I expected.”
Zafira smiled immediately.
“I knew it. So the whole chapter between the three boys is finally over?”
Adeline scoffed loudly.
“Over?” she laughed. “I’m still having fun with all three of them.”
Zafira burst into laughter. “You’re seriously insane.”
Adeline smirked proudly. “I was born to be bad.”
She crossed her arms after switching off her phone screen.
“I’m meeting Ezra this afternoon… then Aiden tonight.”
She paused before smiling slowly. “And tomorrow belongs to Finn. Then their chapter would be shut forever.”
Zafira’s eyes widened. “Wow… then who’s next after them?”
Adeline slowly turned toward her with a dangerous little smirk. “Guess.”
Zafira gasped dramatically before laughing. “Sin Summer?!”
Adeline’s smile widened instantly. “I’m honestly tired of pretending.”
“Your own sister’s fiancé?” Zafira shook her head in disbelief.
“And so?” Adeline scoffed carelessly. “Isn’t Aiden dating that dirty step-sister of mine too? And I still slept with him.”
Her eyes darkened with mockery. “So why exactly should Gwen be different?”
Zafira laughed quietly before winking. “Hidden slut.”
And truly…
That was the side of Adeline nobody else knew.
One after another, she had tested almost every hot rich guy inside the campus already.
Except The Kings.
And unfortunately for them…they were slowly becoming her next target too.
Adeline proudly flipped her hair backward the exact moment the elevator doors opened.
Then she stepped out elegantly.
Zafira followed behind her, still laughing softly in amusement.
★
𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐄
In the dimly lit wine cellar, the air was thick with the smell of sëx, wine, and raw lust. Jamie sat sprawled like a king on the plush couch, fully clothed in his expensive black shirt and pants, while three naked girls worshipped him.
Two of them pressed against his sides, kissing and licking his neck and chest, leaving red marks and hickeys all over his skin. Their fingers were buried deep in their own soaked pu§§ie§, pumping in and out as they møaned loudly for him.
One girl had already sunk down onto his thick, exposed cøck. She rode him hard, her small brêasts bouncing wildly with every desperate movement.
Jamie guided her hips with cold, controlling hands, groaning low and deep while she cried out in pleasure. The sight of the four of them was pure toxicity—filthy, addictive, and completely unapologetic.
In the dining room, Leo had both legs kicked up on the table, laughing and gasping at wh@tëver was on his phone. He made dramatic sounds of excitement, completely unbothered by the Mõ@ns echoing from the cellar. This kind of scene was nothing new to them anymore.
Theodore sat quietly in the living room, close enough to hear everything. His legs were crossed, a sketchpad balanced on his knee as he drew with calm, steady strokes. His earpieces were in, but no music played as always.
He could hear every Mõ@n, every slap of skin, every filthy word clearly. As always, it was none of his business. Even if their fourth member joined in, it wouldn’t matter. The boys ruled their world by their own dark rules.
Suddenly, the front door banged open.
Gwen stormed in, eyes red and swollen with tears. Everyone glanced at her for a second, but they quickly went back to what they were doing—like she was invisible.
She marched straight to Theodore, her voice cracking with desperation. “Theo! I know you know where Sin is. Tell me right now! I’m going crazy… I miss my man!” Fresh tears spilled down her cheeks.
None of the boys had gone to school today. Sin hadn’t replied to any of her texts or calls since yesterday. His phone was still unreachable. The silence was driving her insane.
Theodore didn’t even look up from his drawing.
The girls in the cellar screamed louder as Jamie Fuçked the one on his lap harder. Leo continued making his excited noises from the dining room.
Gwen’s vision blurred with more tears.
If only her fiancé treated her better, maybe this pain wouldn’t exist. He had even disrespected her once—ordering her to ride him naked right in front of his friends, and she had no choice but to obey.
How could she expect any respect from them now?
“Please, Theodore,” she begged, voice breaking. “Just tell me where Sin’s villa is. I’ll go find him myself… please.”
Theodore finally glanced at her. His eyes were soft, calm, and bored. “I don’t know,” he muttered.
“Please…”
“You know what I h@të, Gwen. Disturbance. Don’t disturb me.” His voice stayed soft and calm, which somehow hurt more than shouting would have.
Gwen’s knees almost gave out.
Theodore stood up and walked away without another word.
She turned to Leo, eyes pleading. Their gazes met.
“Don’t ask me,” Leo glared. “You know I’m not nice to Bîtches like you. I’m not Theo.” He looked away coldly.
“Gosh! Fuçk, Gwen,” Jamie groaned loudly from the cellar, slamming the girl on his ÇOçk down roughly. She screamed in pleasure. “Remove that ring on your finger and come ride me. You’re good at it, anyway.”
He added with a dark laugh, breathing heavy, “You don’t deserve that ring. You’re meant to be a Bîtch just like my girls.”
Gwen’s heart shattered with embarrassment and pain. She couldn’t take it anymore. She bolted out of the house, tears streaming down her face.
★
𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐈𝐍’𝐒 𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀
𝐁𝐄𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌
Ixora tried to move but couldn’t.
Strong, huge arms were wrapped tightly around her naked body, pressing her face against a hard, smooth, warm clothed chest. She kept her eyes closed and breathed in deeply. A small, soft smile tugged at her lips.
Sin.
What the hell was happening to her? Why didn’t she want to leave anymore? This was pure craziness. Real madness. He was her sister’s fiancé. Yet here she was, safe and warm in his arms.
She slowly opened her eyes and met his intense stare. He had been watching her the whole time. Her breath caught in her throat.
He wasn’t asleep. He was holding her this possessively even while awake.
Their eyes locked deeply. Sin leaned down and kissed her forehead with surprising gentleness.
Ixora’s face flushed hot with embarrassment and a strange, fluttering warmth.
“You were so excellent… so perfect,” he whispered against her skin, voice low and dark.
Her heart skipped hard. The memories of earlier flooded back—the way he had claimed her pu§§y, her @$$, her Brë@šts. She swallowed nervously and shyly buried her face deeper into his chest.
Sin chuckled, the sound low and dangerously addictive. He kissed her hair, breathing her in.
“Are you hungry?” he whispered into her ear, his warm breath sending shivers down her spine.
Ixora remembered she hadn’t touched any of her favorite foods earlier. She pulled back slightly and looked at him with a cute pout.
“You hungry?” he asked again, even softer this time, almost loving.
She nodded like a baby, pouting harder, and hugged him tighter. Their eyes stayed locked.
This was the first time anyone had ever treated her like the angel she deserved to be. Even Aiden had never done this. She wanted to hold onto it, even if it was only for a short while.
“And I wanted those foods from earlier,” she pouted deeper, pressing closer to him.
Sin bit his lip, eyes darkening. To him, she looked incredibly seductive like this—vulnerable, needy, and completely his.
“Stop doing this to me,” he mumbled, voice rough with desire.
Ixora blinked. “Huh?”
“I’m really going crazy because of you, dumbface,” he whispered, the words heavy with dark possession and raw emotion.
Ixora bit her own lip and avoided his burning gaze. If he took her again right now, she would pass out until tomorrow. Everything still hurt—her N?pplës, her pu§§y, her @$$hOle. But the pain only reminded her of how deeply he had claimed her.
Sin stroked her hair tenderly, chuckling as if he could read her dirty thoughts.
“You don’t have to worry,” he said, voice dropping lower. “You still have more places I can Füçk… and make you cûm over and over again.”
Ixora looked at him in shock. He gently touched her small, pretty mouth with his thumb. She swallowed hard.
“Here,” he said, slowly th-ru_sting two fingers deep down her throat.
Her eyes widened as she instinctively sucked and swallowed around them.
“I must disvirgin this too,” he growled, eyes blazing with dark hunger and twisted addiction.
Sin leaned closer until his lips brushed against her ear as she continued sucking on his fingers.
And then he whispered—
“Tonight would only the beginning.”
The way he looked back into her eyes, promised that this was only the beginning of his complete, obsessive possession.
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