Novels by Keoni

We left the door unlocked this time.Not wide open…just the latch free… Hazel was already on her knees on the bed when I heard the soft creak of the hallway floorboards. I had her facing the wall, her ass up, my hand between her legs fingering her soaked pussy while the other fisted in her hair. The door didn’t fully open. Just enough for a strip of the light in the hallway to cut across the floor. Enough for me to catch the edge of an oversized T-shirt, the way Ellie stood frozen in the doorway like her body had moved before her mind caught up.I didn’t stop fingering Hazel.I looked straight at Ellie over my girlfriend’s back and kept the slow, filthy rhythm going. Hazel’s moan spilled out loud when I curled my fingers just right.“Come in or leave,” I said, my voice steady. “But if you leave, close the door behind you. I’m not putting on a free show for the hallway.” Ellie didn’t move for three good seconds.Then she stepped inside and shut the door.She stayed near the wall, h

Hazel and I never bothered being quiet.Our apartment shared a paper-thin wall with the new tenant next door, but neither of us gave a damn about volume. Night after night I had her on her back, or on her knees, or pressed against that wall while I ate her out until her thighs shook and her moans turned into broken little sobs. She gave as good as she got…fingers buried deep, mouth locked on my clit, the wet sounds of us filling every corner of the place.One night someone finally had enough and knocked.I answered the door still wearing the black tank top I’d shoved up over my tits earlier, pink heels still on, thighs slick from Hazel’s mouth. Behind me Hazel sat naked on the edge of the bed, dark hair messy, with lips swollen.The woman standing in the hallway was about my height, short brown hair, glasses that were slightly crooked, wearing an oversized T-shirt that barely covered the tops of her thighs. She looked flustered and a little pissed.Then she looked up fully, and the a

I never thought I’d be the kind of woman who cheats.Then again, I never thought I’d be the kind of woman whose boyfriend fucked someone else either.His name was Brandon . We’d been together three years. Lived together for the last two. Shared a bed, a lease, a future that looked solid enough on paper. I cooked for him. I listened when he complained about work. I let him bend me over the kitchen counter on Saturday mornings and fuck me until my legs shook. I thought we were good.I found out on a Tuesday.His phone lit up on the nightstand while he was in the shower. A name I didn’t recognize. A string of messages that made my stomach drop. Photos. Explicit ones. Her spread out on a hotel bed, his hand in the frame, the same watch he wore every day. Timestamps from the previous weekend…when he’d told me he was working late on a project.I sat there naked under the sheet, scrolling, feeling something cold and sharp settle in my chest. When he came out of the bathroom with a towel arou

Next Morning Morning light seeped through the windows of the private lounge, soft and golden. I stood in the center of the room wearing only the thin white robe they’d left on my bed, my heart already racing. Kane, Seth, and Hayden were waiting for me they wore casual clothes and a calm expressions on their faces, the same focused intensity they brought to every meeting.Kane held a black silk blindfold.“Trust exercises,” he said. “Standard team-building. You’ll be guided. You’ll follow instructions. You’ll stay quiet unless asked a direct question. Understood?”My mouth was dry. “Yes, sir.”He stepped behind me. The silk settled over my eyes, cool and smooth. He tied it firmly at the back of my head. Darkness swallowed my sight…My other senses were on alert instantly…the soft sound of the air conditioning, the faint scent of their cologne.A pair of hands guided me forward. I walked until my thighs met the edge of something padded and high. A massage table.“Lie down,” Kane ordered

I couldn’t sleep.The sheets felt too cool against my overheated skin. Every time I closed my eyes I felt Hayden’s fingers again…thick, deliberate, curling inside me while he pinned me to the wall. The memory left me restless and aching. At half past midnight I gave up, pulled on the thin pink bikini I’d packed on a whim, and slipped out of my villa.The infinity pool glowed soft sea blue. Steam rose from the surface into the warm night air. No one else was around. Just the low sounds of the distant crash of waves.I stepped into the water.It was perfect…hot enough to loosen every tight muscle, deep enough that it came up to my chest when I stood in the shallow end. I swam a slow lap, then another, trying to quiet the restless heat still coiled between my legs. My nipples tightened against the thin triangles of the bikini top. The bottoms clung to me, already damp in a way that had nothing to do with the water.I was floating on my back, staring up at a sky full of stars, when I hea

I never expected my first ever real job to feel like walking into a trap.The office was beautiful… I’d spent four years grinding through internships and late-night study sessions for this exact opportunity, and now here I was…Julia Hart, junior associate, sitting at my own designated desk, it feels good. My blouse was a soft cream silk I’d ironed twice that morning. My pencil skirt hit just above the knee. Professional. Polished. Completely unprepared for the three men who ran my team.Team Leader Kane was the first one I noticed every time he walked past. He Had Dark hair, sharp jaw and eyes that you bring you to your knees. He didn’t smile much. When he did, it was brief, like he was rationing the expression. Director Seth was the opposite in every way that mattered…blond hair that always looked slightly tousled, a cool assessing gaze that made heat crawl up the back of my neck. And Manager Hayden… Hayden was the one who laughed. Brown hair, easy grin, the kind of charm that mad

Mike's POVI stood by the window after Bree left, my hands gripping the frame so hard my knuckles turned white.The nightmare was still fresh in my mind. Olivia's face. Her lies. The moment I'd found her copying files from my computer, smiling like nothing was wrong."It's just business, Mike. Nothing personal."That's what she'd said.Like destroying me was just another transaction.I pressed my forehead against the cool glass, trying to calm my racing heart.Bree's voice echoed in my head. "I hope you stop having nightmares. Nobody deserves to hurt like that."She'd sounded... genuine.But so had Olivia. So had every person who'd ever lied to me.I turned away from the window and sat on the edge of my bed, head in my hands.The look on Bree's face when she'd found me having that nightmare... it hadn't been calculating or manipulative. It had been concerned. Almost... sad."Because Juliet drugged me!"Her words kept replaying in my mind.What if she was telling the truth?What if I'd

Mike's POVI stood in the foyer long after Bree had gone upstairs, my hands shoved in my pockets.Marcus was still there, waiting for instructions."How bad was it?" I asked."One photographer. Persistent but not aggressive. I made sure he didn't follow us." Marcus paused. "She was shaken though."I nodded slowly. "Thanks for taking care of it.""That's my job." Marcus shifted his weight. "Sir, if I may... she seems genuinely scared. Not of the photographer. Of everything."I looked at him sharply. "What are you saying?""Nothing." Marcus raised his hands slightly. "Just an observation. I've worked security for a lot of families. I know the difference between someone playing a role and someone who's actually trapped."He left before I could respond.I stood there, his words echoing in my head.Someone who's actually trapped.Was that what Bree was?Or was Marcus just another person she'd fooled?I walked to the bottom of the stairs, looking up toward the second floor where Bree's room

Mike's POVI stood in my bedroom, staring out the window at the long driveway where Brianna's car had just disappeared.My hands were still clenched into fists.That woman. That cruel woman.I'd heard stories about toxic family members. Seen them in business deals, at social events. People who used guilt and manipulation like weapons.But seeing it in person... seeing the way Bree had shrunk in on herself, the way her voice had gotten so small and broken... it had made something twist in my chest.Something I didn't want to feel.I'd told myself Bree was like Olivia. A liar. A manipulator. Someone who'd trapped me for money or status or whatever game she was playing.But Olivia had never looked like that. Olivia had never trembled or whispered or looked like she wanted to disappear into the floor.Olivia had been confident. Smooth. Always in control.Bree was... different.I pressed my palms against the window frame, trying to push away the thoughts crowding my mind.The way Brianna h

Bree's POVI was still shaking from last night's break-in when the doorbell rang the next afternoon.I was in the library, trying to read but mostly just staring at the same page over and over. The USB drive was hidden in my room, tucked inside the lining of my suitcase. The photos were backed up on my phone.Evidence. Finally.But I still didn't know what to do with it.The doorbell rang again, longer this time. Insistent.I heard footsteps in the hallway... one of the staff answering it.Then a voice I recognized immediately made my blood run cold."I'm here to see my niece."No.No, no, no.I stood up so fast the book fell from my lap and hit the floor with a loud thud.Aunt Brianna.What was she doing here?I rushed to the library door just as I heard her heels clicking across the marble entryway."Miss, if you could just wait..." the staff member was saying."I don't need to wait," Aunt Brianna's sharp voice cut through. "I'm family."I stepped into the hallway and froze.There s

Bree's POV"What did you tell him?" Mike demanded again, his voice sharper this time.I stood up from the window seat. "Nothing.""Don't lie to me." He took another step closer. "I saw how he looked at you. What did you say?""I didn't say anything!" My voice cracked. "He asked if I was okay. That's all."Mike's eyes narrowed. "And what did you tell him?""I said I was fine.""You're lying.""I'm not...""You told him something," Mike accused, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. "I know you did. That's why he looked at me like I'm some kind of monster."My heart pounded. "Maybe he looked at you like that because of how you've been treating me."The words came out before I could stop them.Mike's expression darkened. "How I've been treating you?""Yes." I forced myself to stand straighter, even though I was trembling. "You blame me for everything. You won't listen. You won't even look at me unless it's to tell me I'm doing something wrong.""Because you ruined my life," he said

Bree's POVI was in the kitchen the next morning, staring at a cup of coffee I didn't really want, when the doorbell rang.I froze.Nobody just showed up at the Kings estate. Everyone who came here was scheduled, announced, expected.I heard footsteps in the hallway... one of the staff, probably... and then voices. Male voices.One I recognized as Mike's. The other was unfamiliar but warm, almost friendly.Curiosity pulled me toward the doorway. I peeked around the corner just as Mike appeared with another man.The stranger was tall, maybe early thirties, with sandy brown hair and an easy smile. He wore a casual button-down and jeans... completely different from Mike's usual sharp suits."I told you to call first," Mike was saying, his tone irritated."And I told you I don't need an appointment to check on my business partner," the man replied, grinning. "Besides, I wanted to meet the famous Mrs. Kings."My stomach dropped.Mike's jaw tightened. "Nathan...""Is that her?" Nathan's ey