FREE Clara – Dahlia

I never thought I’d end up here—on Lucas’ farm, body trembling, heart pounding, aching. But the second he laid those possessive eyes on me, I knew… I was his.

The milking should feel routine. It doesn’t. Not with his rough hands on me, teasing, torturing, making me crave things I don’t even understand. He pushes, he takes, and I—helpless, needy—give. Because the way he owns me? It’s everything.

I thought I was just surrendering my body. But now? Now, I’m his. Not just as a hucow. As everything.

Lucas won’t stop until I’m completely broken in. And God help me, I want it.