Novels by Vivian.Chy

Lance's POVFuck! She's clutching me like she's meant to tear me apart.She's too tight, too wet, every man's heaven, every man's fucking weakness.The way she's fixed to that robo chair, her hands held tight, her eyes fixed on me, begging. Her legs spread wide apart for me, the way I'm filling every bit of her, and that wine deep in my system.It feels illegal, out of this fucking world. I push deeper and faster, exploring all of her with my dick.Her tight pussy gripping me, filling my brain with images I don't fucking understand. “Ahhhh! It's too much, Lance!” she screams.“It's too much, I'm going to lose it!” she cries now, her voice totally lost between high breaths as tears roll down her cheeks. I can see every tear glisten under the red blinking lights, her lips trembling.“Yes, scream my name, baby,” I groan, my hands cupping her breasts, swirling in circles ever since I started riding her, feeling her nipples stiffen under my touch, every reaction feeding the hunger inside

“No questions, baby,” he murmurs, his lips brushing my ear. “But…if you wanna know what’s happening tonight…”His thumb circles my clit, and my breath comes in loud, ragged gasps. The pleasure is insane. It feels like I could orgasm at any second, but I don’t.“Just a touch from me, Ramona,” he says, his voice slow and calm. “Right now, I’m going to punish your body.”I whimper, my eyes rolling from the intensity. My muscles ache in a new, sweet way. “I’m going to make you scream. Beg. Cry. Moan. I’m going to make your body ache for me so badly.”“Then… I'm going to fuck you crazy, till your cute senses melt into your body.”Then he reaches for the black box on the table. My mind races, expecting some kind of tool I've seen ladies play with, or maybe something that looks familiar.But instead, he pulls out a long, black feather. He holds it up, and my stomach twists with anticipation and confusion.“Now, if you want to know what will happen to you…” he whispers, his smirk dark and

I can’t even tell how big the room is. Lance carries me inside.Then he switches the light on, and it's just a red light hanging in the middle of the room… It's strange.The deep red glow flickers on, then off slowly. It feels like I'm being pulled into some kind of trance. My eyes keep adjusting, then losing focus, over and over again.I glance down. The floor isn’t hard, it looks like it's padded, with leather. My gaze travels up the walls. Same thing. Soft, wine-red leather everywhere, stitched perfectly, like someone spent years making it flawless.Then I observe the center of the room, a black velvet couch sitting alone at the middle and nothing else, except the small table sitting beside the couch.On that table…is a white box, a bottle of wine, two wine glasses.Lance sets me down. The second my feet touch the padded floor, a deep vibration crashes deep into my body.Not just under my feet, it hits deep into my bones. It feels like my bones are shifting.My muscles loosen wit

The sound of the elevator doors sliding open makes my ears lift, listening.Lance moves inside, the air is warmer in here, heavy too.I hear the sound of his breathing, the warm air brushing my face, which means he's looking at me.Even with the blindfold on, I know he's giving me that intense gaze.They don’t move away, not even for a second. I bite down on my lower lip, to keep the giggle from escaping my mouth. A faint chuckle vibrates his chest. “It’s sexy when you do that,” he says.The laugh I was holding spills out, and my cheeks heat up. I don’t even know why I’m blushing, but my heart feels a little lighter.The elevator keeps humming, and I realize we've been moving a bit longer.“Where are we going?” I ask, tilting my head toward his voice, a bit of curiosity creeping in.He doesn’t answer. Instead, his lips find mine, with a kiss that's deep, slow, careful, like he’s taking his time to learn every part of my mouth. His lips are soft, sharing the faint taste of smoke and

"So tell me, Ramona…” Lance’s voice is low, but so calm, the sound of it gives me a subtle wave of dread.He steps in closer. “Why exactly were you following me?”My feet start dragging back as he pushes forward. “I just…” I stutter, then my legs hit the front of his car and I land on it.The heat from the hood seeps through my skirt, pressing into the skin on my thighs. It’s hot but bearable.He moves in until his chest almost touches mine. His hands landing firmly on the hood, one on each side of me, boxing me in.His breath brushes my face. I can see the skin level and well-trimmed stubble on his jaw, his scent fills my nostrils again.“You think I’m blind?” His eyes lock on mine. “Creeping after me like I wouldn’t catch you? Huh?”My mouth opens but nothing comes out. My pulse is too loud in my ears, and my chest keeps rising like I can’t get enough air.“Tell me, Ramona,” he says, “what reason would you have to come out here, at this hour, putting yourself in danger? Are you bei

Ramona's POV Gigi and I are hunched over her phone, our eyes still observing Lance on the tracking app. “Move the car. Now! And do it fast!”Our eyes shoot up at the same time and we both freeze.We see a man in a black suit commanding Oliver through his window. His voice is firm, and his expression isn't friendly at all.My chest thuds instantly.Gigi whispers, “I’m beginning to not like this. Why is he telling us to move? Is something wrong?”Oliver doesn’t answer her. He just turns the key and the car jolts forward.My heart hasn’t even stopped pounding since we parked here.“What about Lance?” I ask Gigi. “Where is he?”She looks back at the screen. “Wait! I think Lance is pulling right into our lane. He’s behind us, Mona.”My eyes fly to the tracking app. I spot the blue dot moving and realize she's right.“Oh my God! Oliver, can you speed up a bit?” My voice is tighter than I mean it to be.“You’re kidding me,” Gigi says under her breath. “He’s really fast.”I lean forward, “O

I guide her back until she’s against the cold railing of her balcony. “What’s happening? What are you doing?” she asks, still laughing a little because she thinks I’m just being romantic.Maybe I am. But I’m also killing two birds with one stone.First, I’m finally gonna do what I should have done months ago: and that's fucking my woman.Second, I’m going to show that bastard that Hermione doesn’t belong to him anymore.I run my fingers through her hair with a soft touch and look right into her eyes. I can almost feel her heart beating.“You know you’re the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, Hermione?” I say it and I watch her face get red.Then I lean in close and whisper right into her ear. “You have no idea what I’ve dreamed of doing to you. I can’t even wait any longer, sweetheart.”I kiss her again, hard and breathless this time. Her purse is still behind my back.She grabs my shirt like she wants to push me away, but she doesn’t. She just holds on. And honestly, it’s abou

{HUNTER}I hit my door shut as soon as Fred drives off and I start heading towards the room where she is.I push the door open slowly, but I find her standing right in the middle of the room. Her eyes are too wide, like I just snuck up on her. All the color is gone from her face. She’s holding her purse so tight like she wants to run away.This is not the way she was when I left here twenty minutes ago.“Sweetie, what is it?” I grab her arm, pulling her gently toward me.She opens her mouth but no sound comes out. She has this look on her face, like a kid who just got pulled from deep water after almost drowning. I pull her close, my arms going around her waist.“Hermione, talk to me. What’s wrong?”“That’s… that’s Mr. Frederick,” she whispers, her voice so quiet I barely catch it. She looks scared to even say his name.“Yeah, that’s Fred. My lawyer. You know him?” She shakes her head hard. “Let’s not talk about it. I need… I need to get home, Hunter.”She pushes my arms away an

A bright, piercing light stabs at my eyes. I squeeze them shut, but it’s no use. My head is pounding. It feels like my brain is suddenly too big for my skull, like it’s trying to push its way out.I force my eyes open again, just a little. Everything is too white. The walls are white. The ceiling is white. The bedsheets I’m lying on are a stark, clean white. It’s all so bright and polished it makes my head hurt even more.I push myself up on my elbows, and the room does a slow, sickening spin. My heart jolts to life like it's been shocked. This isn’t my room. This isn’t my bed. “Where the hell am I?”I look down at my body, and a new spike of anxiety makes my stomach drop.I’m still in my red dress from the party last night. The fabric is all wrinkled now.“My phone! Where the hell is my phone!”I pat the bed beside me, my hands feeling shaky and clumsy. I see it on the bedside table and I push to grab it, but as I roll over, my stomach twists violently.A sudden, sick urge to v

My finger hits the send button.I feel ice in my veins the second I do it.Oh my God. What did I just do? Why did I text him?I stare at my phone, at the message I just sent.Me: I finally closed the deal with Leonardo. Congrats to me and fuck you for almost ruining it the first time.My heart is punching against my ribs. The noisy, happy party around me suddenly feels like it's happening on the other side of a thick wall.Three grey dots appear immediately.My breath gets stuck in my throat. He’s typing. Of course he’s typing. That fuckface never sleeps.My phone vibrates.Adam: You closed the deal? That's my girl!A weird mix of pride and longing flares inside me. He doesn’t get to call me that. But a tiny, secret part of me just loves it.The dots appear again before I can even think.Adam: And I know you're having a party, you didn’t invite me. That's cold sweetheart.My whole body goes still. How does he know that? My thumbs fly across the screen, typing.Me: How do you know th

Hunter walks towards me with a large grin on his face.His white polished suit and perfectly combed hair make him look like a breathtaking gentle man.He opens his arms and hugs me tight. He smells freshly of his aftershave and his cologne. Then he pulls back and gives me a kiss on both of my cheeks, right in front of everyone. I look over his shoulder and I catch some of my team staring at us. I feel a little bit shy for some reason, so I just giggle to cover it up. I'm not used to public display of affection, especially right in front of my business teammates.Hunter looks around the entire hall. His eyes are wide. “You planned all of this in one day?”“Yes,” I tell him.“Wow,” he replies, brushing my cheek with his thumb. “You keep surprising me every single day, Hermione.”“Okay, this isn’t a romantic movie, Hunter,” I say, shaking my head with a smile. “Go sit over there.” I point to our table where Zara is already sitting.He nods with a smile and starts walking over to her

{HERMIONE}Leonardo’s office is just too large. The wide windows make the whole room so bright it almost hurts my eyes.Different PCs are scattered all over his big desk. Each one is open, showing lines of code for different programs.I tap my fingers on his black tiled desk. My patience is starting to wear off. It’s already past 12 noon.I look down at my feet. At the white shoes on them. They hug my feet so perfectly. It feels like I’m wearing a part of Adam with me.I can’t help but smile. I remember his stupid, cute notes. I remember the funny, sexy lingeries in those boxes.Since last night, I keep imagining myself in Adam’s arms, wearing the red one. My body totally surrendered to his huge, muscular hands. I imagine him taking it off me with his tongue, kissing every part of my skin he strips naked.My heart starts galloping again, right here in this quiet office. “I shouldn’t be thinking about this right now,” I mutter to myself, trying to pull my mind back.Back to this twe