Novels by Amanda Myles

Chapter 1 The music thrums through the soles of my boots before I even push open the heavy black door of Velvet Hush, the kind of club where the air smells like spilled whiskey and the kind of perfume that costs more than my rent. I adjust the strap of my little black dress, just tight enough to make my tits look like they’re spilling over, just loose enough that I can still breathe and step inside. The heat hits me first, thick and sticky, then the noise.I’m not here for the music. I’m not here for the drinks, either, though the first one goes down smooth, burning a path straight to my stomach. No, I’m here because my vibrator’s gotten boring, because the last time I came, I had to imagine some faceless guy from a dating app just to get there, and even then, it was half-hearted. I’m Forty years old, bright red hair that still turns heads, and what do I have to show for it? A king-size bed that stays too cold on one side and a nightstand drawer full of silicone cocks that doesn’

Chapter 5She hauls me to my feet by my hair and pushes me. I stumble backward, losing my balance, and land hard on the floor. The carpet scrapes my skin, but I don’t have time to register the pain. Vanessa is on me instantly. She flips me onto my back, grabbing my ankles and forcing my legs wide open. I splay out before her, utterly vulnerable, my pussy throbbing and exposed.She spits on her hand, a thick, glob of saliva, and rubs it roughly between my legs, smearing it over my sensitive folds and the dried remnants of Marcus. The friction is harsh, almost painful, but my body betrays me, clenching in anticipation."You’re mine now," she growls, positioning the head of the strap-on at my entrance. "Marcus had his turn. Now you’re going to learn what a real fucking feels like."She doesn’t prep me. She doesn’t wait for me to adjust. She slams her hips forward, driving the massive cock deep inside me in one brutal thrust.I scream. It’s torn from my throat, raw and ragged. The stret

Chapter 4The air in the bedroom is thick, suffocating, smelling of sweat, semen, and my own shattered restraint. Marcus lies beside me, his chest heaving, the evidence of his climax cooling on my back. The silence stretches, heavy and accusing, wrapping around my throat like a noose. My heart hammers against my ribs, a frantic rhythm that matches the throbbing between my legs. Guilt claws at my stomach, sharp and jagged, but it’s tangled with something else, a dark, sticky residue of pleasure that won’t wash away.I shove Marcus. Hard. My hands connect with his damp, slick shoulder, pushing him aside. He grunts, shifting, confusion flickering across his face, but I don’t wait. I scramble off the bed, my legs trembling so violently I nearly collapse. I need to get out. I need to run. The torn dress hangs off my body like a rag, useless and exposing, but I don’t care. I lunge for the door, stumbling over the debris of our clothing, his shredded shirt, my ruined panties.I burst into

Chapter 3Marcus doesn't wait for the silence to settle. His fingers clamp around my wrist, the pressure bruising against my delicate bone. He pulls, and I stumble, my heels catching on the hardwood, forcing me to scramble to keep pace as we move down the hallway.We crash against the wall leading to the bedroom, the impact jarring my teeth. His mouth is on mine instantly, erasing the tentative, exploratory taste of moments ago and replacing it with something desperate. His teeth graze my lower lip, hard enough to draw blood, the metallic tang blooming on my tongue. I gasp into his mouth, and he takes the opportunity to deepen the invasion, his tongue dueling with mine, thrusting and retreating with a rhythm that promises exactly what’s coming next.My hands claw at his shirt, needing to feel skin, needing to anchor myself to something I yank the fabric apart, baring his chest. He’s hot under my palms, the muscles rigid and heaving. He growls low in his throat, a vibration that trav

Chapter 2The first touch of his lips is soft against mine. It’s not the harsh type i would have expected from a man like him. All that exists is the heat of Marcus’s mouth, the faint taste of whiskey on his tongue, and the way his hand cups my jaw, his thumb stroking the sensitive skin just below my ear. A shiver ripples through me, and I lean into him, parting my lips to deepen the kiss. That’s when the dam breaks. Marcus groans, low and guttural, and his grip tightens, pulling me flush against him. His tongue slides into my mouth, possessive and hungry, and I kiss him back with a desperation that surprises even myself. My hands tangle in his hair, and I can feel the hard ridge of his cock pressing against my thigh through his jeans. God, I want this. I want him. The thought is so clear, so undeniable, that it feels like a physical blow. Across the room, a soft gasp breaks the spell. I pull back, my chest heaving, and my eyes land on Vanessa. She’s still straddling Daniel, but h

Chapter 1I swirl the wine liquid in my glass, watching the ice cubes clink together. The living room of Daniel’s and my house is spacious, but tonight, with the four of us sprawled across the leather sofas, it feels intimate, almost claustrophobically so.Vanessa throws her head back, her laughter. eight and loud. She’s sitting on the rug, legs tucked beneath her, the hem of her short black dress riding high enough to reveal the curve of her thighs. She’s had too much to drink; we all have. But there’s a glint in her eyes, a mischievous spark that I know well. It’s the look she gets right before she suggests something she knows she shouldn’t.“I’m just saying,” Vanessa says, wiping a tear of mirth from her cheek, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper that she doesn’t bother to hide. “We’ve been married for what, five years? Seven? The routine is killer. It’s like eating the same meal every night for the rest of your life. Delicious, sure, but... predictable.”Daniel, sittin

Chapter 2The great hall blurs at the edges of my vision, the weight of their hands on my skin heavier now.My breath comes in sharp, uneven bursts as Zephryx’s fingers curl deeper inside me, his thumb pressing firm circles over my clit while Vaelor’s teeth sink into the tender flesh of my shoulder, his other hand gripping my thigh hard enough to leave marks. Dravenyx looms behind me, his grip on my hip possessive, his breath hot against the back of my neck as he growls low, “Ours.”I should stop this, but the word dissolves before it even forms, swallowed by the wet, obscene sounds of my body betraying me, my hips rocking into Zephryx’s touch despite the dozens of eyes still on us. The air is thick with the scent of cedar and something darker, muskier, their arousal and mine, the heady tang of power shifting.Then Dravenyx’s voice cuts through the haze, rough and commanding. “Enough.” His hand slides from my hip to my waist, and before I can protest, he’s lifting me effortlessly, m

Chapter 1 The great hall is thick with the scent of burning cedar and the low hum of voices, the kind that lingers in the throat like the aftertaste of spiced wine. I stand at the center of it all, my spine straight, my fingers curled around the stem of my goblet. It's cool silver against my palm. Tradition demands I choose tonight. One mate. One alpha to stand beside me when I take my place as leader. Three pairs of eyes track me like predators waiting for the first sign of weakness.Zephryx is the first to step forward, his movements fluid, deliberate. The firelight catches the silver threads woven through his dark hair.His voice sounds like velvet when he speaks, low enough that I have to lean in just slightly to hear him over the murmur of the crowd. "You’ve kept us waiting long enough, Miranda." His fingers brush the back of my hand as he takes the goblet from me, his touch lingering a second too long. The heat of him seeps into my skin, and I tell myself it’s just the prox

Chapter 4The glass bottle in my ass is a solid, unyielding presence, stretching me so wide I can feel every ridge of my own flesh giving way. My breath comes in ragged gasps around Toby’s cock, my throat working to swallow him down as he fucks my mouth with short, brutal thrusts. The weight of the bottle shifts inside me with every movement, pressing against something deep, something that makes my toes curl into the rumpled sheets. I whimper, the sound vibrating around Toby’s shaft, and his fingers tighten in my hair.Then Rico’s breath is hot against my ear, his lips brushing the shell as he murmurs, "You’re taking this so well, baby." His voice is a dark "Think you can handle more?"I don’t get to answer.A cold drizzle splashes against my inner thighs, slick and sudden, and I jerk only for Michael’s hand to slap down on my lower back, pinning me in place. "Stay still, slut," he growls, and the command sends a shameful pulse of heat through me. Then I feel it, the blunt, insiste

Chapter 3Michael’s cock slams home with a wet, brutal sound, his hips slapping against the backs of my thighs as he pins me to the edge of the mattress. My back arches involuntarily, my fingers clawing at the cum-soaked sheets beneath me, the fabric clinging to my skin. His thumb presses hard against my clit, grinding in tight circles, and I whimper around the pressure, my body already winding tight again. He’s not gentle. He’s not here to be gentle. His other hand grips my ankle, yanking it higher, spreading me wider, and I can feel the stretch in my inner thighs, the way my pussy clings to him as he drags himself almost all the way out before slamming back in.“Fuck, you take it so good,” he growls, his voice rough, his breath hot against my throat as he leans over me. His cock swells inside me, thick and relentless, and I can feel the ridge of his tip dragging against my walls with every thrust. My nails dig into the mattress, my toes curling as pleasure coils tighter, my brea

Chapter 2 The door slams against the wall with a force that makes the hinges groan, and before I can even process the intrusion, the room floods with heat and the scent of leather and whiskey. Michael’s boots thud against the hardwood first, his broad frame blocking the light from the hallway, his dark eyes already locked onto where Asher’s cock is still buried inside me. His jaw tightens, nostrils flaring like a bull catching the scent of blood. Behind him, Israel shoves past with a rough laugh, his calloused fingers immediately going to his belt buckle, the metallic clink of it unbuckling sharp in the thick air. Toby and Rico spill in after, their chests heaving, their gazes burning with the same hunger, like they’ve been starved for weeks and I’m the feast laid out before them.Asher doesn’t move. Not at first. His hips are still pressed flush against mine, his cock twitching deep inside me, his cum already leaking out around the stretch of him. His smirks slow and deliberate

Chapter 1The silk of my wedding dress clings to my skin like a second layer, the corset laced so tight I can barely draw a full breath. Every exhale sends a shiver through me, not from the chill of the chapel air, but from the weight of what’s coming. The vows are done. The rings exchanged. The priest’s voice still hums in my ears, but all I can focus on is the way Asher’s fingers press into the small of my back as he guides me toward the bridal suite, his touch possessive, almost impatient.The door clicks shut behind us, sealing us in. The room is dim, lit only by the golden glow of a single lamp on the nightstand, casting long shadows across the rumpled bed. Him. My husband. The word still feels foreign, heavy on my tongue.Asher doesn’t waste time. His hands are on me before I can even turn fully, gripping my hips, pulling me against him. The hard ridge of his cock strains against his trousers, pressing into my stomach. I gasp, but the sound is swallowed when his mouth crashes