Novels by Warrens

The moon’s gentle glow seeped into the room through the window. It was the only witness to my sins. I sat at the edge of the hotel bed, wrapped in the sheets that smelled faintly of him. It was a mix of cedarwood and musk, a smell I longed for.The clock on the nightstand blinked 9:10pm. He was late again. He always was.I traced the top of my wine glass, my mind wandering to where he might be. Maybe having dinner with his wife. Or he could be with my husband too. The thought of that made my heart race and my pulse quicken.They were best friends after all.The first time I met Ryan Coleman, it was in my own living room. He had come over with a bottle of whiskey and a smile that could melt anybody’s heart. He was my husband’s closest friend, his partner in business and a brother in all but blood. And the night I shook his hand, I could feel my world shift slightly off it’s axis.The sound of the key sliding into the lock made my heart skip a beat.I placed the wine glass down, hands r

The argument started before I could even place my coat down.“Where have you been Clara?” Ethan’s voice boomed through the dimly lit apartment. He was still in his work clothes. Tie loosened, hair a dishevelled mess. His jaw was tight, fists clenched as he tracked every detail of me. Messy hair, flushed skin and blouse unbuttoned in a clumsy way.Heat began to build up in my throat. “I worked...late.”“Don’t fucking lie to me.” He stood, fists clenching even further. “You come home at midnight looking like...this and except me to believe you were just clicking away behind a desk?”My eyes widened, heat rising in my face. “Ethan, this isn’t what you think-““Then what is this?” He cut in, his voice breaking slightly. “Because I can see and smell the truth on you. You’re hiding something from me Clara.”I bit down on my lips hard as my eyes travelled to the dimly lit lamp in the corner of the room. I wanted to tell him, to scream the truth that I was trapped in something I had never ask

I should’ve known he wouldn’t let me off so easily. Marcus’ words echoed in my mind all through the day. By the time I was finished at the reception, my nerves were all over the place. I had half hoped he had forgotten and I dreaded the moment he would slip out of his office. But when the office finally emptied, with the last secretary clicking off her heels and cleaners moving down the hall, his voice cut through the quiet. “Get up pet.” I rose from my chair, heart hammering so loud as I followed him down the corridor. To my surprise, he didn’t lead me to his office. Instead, he took me to the elevator, pressing the button for the top floor. My heart sunk. The penthouse. I’ve never been up there because it wasn’t listed on the company directory. I clutched the hem of my skirt as the elevator doors slipped open to reveal a wide private lounge. Dark leather sofas, floor to ceiling glass windows and in the center, a large glass table gleaming underneath the low light. But w

The taste of him was already on my tongue. I knelt on the carpet beneath Marcus’s desk, lips stretched around his cock, sliding down as far as my throat could manage. His hands were tangled up in my hair, keeping me steady, guiding my rhythm with subtle tugs as he spoke above me.No one would’ve guessed that I was on my knees between his legs, swallowing every inch of his hard cock while he negotiated a million dollar contract.“Yes, the terms are agreeable,” Marcus’ smooth voice carried above me. “But I want it in writing by Friday.”I moaned softly around him, the vibration from my mouth making his thighs tense under my palm. His hard cock pulsed in my mouth, thick, hot and filling me all the way to the very back of my throat.I could barely breathe.“Good girl,” He muttered low enough for my ears to catch it.My whole body was a quivering mess. I sucked harder, hollowing my cheeks, letting my saliva coat his cock completely. The wet, obscene sounds that slipped from my parted lips

My breath hitched. I fumbled with the zipper at the back of my skirt, the silk blouse shifting against my damp skin as heat flooded me with humiliation. But I obeyed. I always did.The skirt slid down my legs, pooling at my heels. I stepped out of it and Marcus titled his head towards the table. I swallowed, placing my ass on the cold wooden table.I spread my wet thighs slowly, my dripping lace panties squelching with the vibrator still humming inside of me. His gaze burned me as I watched his eyes trailed down to my throbbing hole.“Look at how soaking wet you are down there. Your pussy must’ve really enjoyed the toy so much.”His fingers brushed over my panties grazing my clit and an acute feeling of pleasure jolted up my spine. I arched my back, my hips moving forward as if begging him to touch me more.“You failed again today Clara, it seems you must really enjoy these punishments.”“I’m sorry sir,” I shuddered.He leaned in, his lips at my ear. “Sorry isn’t enough, you’ll be cor

My pussy was soaking wet. That was the only thing I could focus on as I stood at the corner of the meeting room. My legs quivered, my hips swaying with the motion of the vibrator that was moving inside of me. My nails dug crescent moons into the clipboard as I clutched onto it tightly. Hidden beneath the layers of lace and silk, I had a small silver vibrator my boss had slipped into me that morning. It hummed with a steady vibration now, subtle enough for no one else to notice, but strong enough to make my knees buckle underneath me. And he knew it. He always knew. Across the table sat Marcus Hale, the CEO of Hale enterprises, billionaire, man of immeasurable authority and the man who owned everything single inch of me the second I walked into his office six months ago. That same man now held the remote in his palm, causally flipping through the switch with his fingers while he discussed quarterly reports with the board of directors as if nothing at all was happening.