Nobela ni Elly🌸

The VIP lounge door clicked shut behind them with a heavy, final sound.No music now. Just their breathing and the muffled thump of bass bleeding through the walls.The room was small, dark, expensive. Black velvet couch that stretched long enough to be obscene. A low bed in the corner — not a real bed, more like a wide, padded platform dressed in dark sheets. Dim red lighting from hidden strips. A mirrored wall. A lock that Kai twisted with a lazy flick of his wrist.Maya stood in the middle of the room, chest rising fast, dress already twisted high on her thighs from the way their hands had been on her in the hallway.Kai didn’t waste time.He walked straight up, grabbed her by the jaw — not rough, but firm — and kissed her like he’d been starving for it. Tongue deep, teeth catching her lip, sucking hard enough to make her whimper into his mouth. At the same time his other hand shoved her dress up over her hips, exposing her completely. No panties. Just slick, swollen, glistening sk

The bass was so deep it lived inside Maya’s ribcage.Strobe lights sliced through the dark, painting her skin in flashes of violet and electric blue. Her black dress clung like a second skin—thin straps slipping off one shoulder, hem riding dangerously high every time she rolled her hips to the beat. Sweat shimmered along her collarbone, between her breasts, down the small of her back. She felt untethered, alive, reckless in the best way.She was dancing alone, eyes half-closed, letting the music fuck her body the way she wished someone would tonight.Then she felt it.Two sets of eyes.She didn’t have to look to know. She could feel them—hot, deliberate, unapologetic.When she finally opened her eyes and turned her head, there they were.The tall one—Kai—lean and sharp-edged, dark hair falling into his face, ink crawling out from under the rolled sleeves of his black shirt. His smirk was lazy, dangerous, like he already knew how this night would end. He moved through the crowd like w

The air in the room still smelled like sex—sweat, cum, and that faint cedarwood lingering on Adrian’s skin. Brielle’s thighs were sticky with both of them, her pussy still swollen and sensitive from the first round, throbbing faintly every time she shifted against his hip. His cock, half-hard already, rested heavy against her leg, slick and warm.She tilted her head back to look at him, lips curved in a lazy, filthy smile. “You heard me, big brother. Tongue first. Make me cum all over your face before you fuck me again.”Adrian’s eyes darkened instantly, pupils swallowing the hazel. He didn’t answer with words. He just moved.He rolled her onto her back in one smooth motion, hands rough on her hips as he shoved the wet T-shirt up and over her head, tossing it somewhere in the dark. Her breasts spilled free—full, nipples still tight and reddened from earlier. He stared down at her like he was starving, gaze raking from her flushed face to the mess between her legs: her pussy lips puffy

The words hung between them like smoke—thick, impossible to ignore.“Then don’t.”Brielle’s voice was barely a whisper, but it cracked the last thin wall of restraint. Adrian’s eyes flared, pupils blown wide in the dim glow from the streetlight slipping through the curtains. His grip on her wrists flexed—once, hard—then loosened just enough that she could feel the tremor in his fingers.He didn’t speak. He didn’t need to.Instead, he lowered his head and kissed her.It wasn’t gentle. It was starving.His mouth crashed into hers, teeth grazing her bottom lip before his tongue pushed inside, claiming the space she’d left open with that single, reckless dare. Brielle arched up into him, meeting the kiss with equal hunger. Her legs parted wider, instinctively hooking around his hips, pulling him down so that thick, rigid length pressed flush against her bare folds. The thin cotton of his shorts was the only barrier now, and it did nothing to hide how hot he was, how hard, how desperately

The house had never felt smaller.Relatives from out of town had flooded in for the weekend—uncles, aunts, cousins, the whole chaotic extended family—and every spare corner was claimed. The guest room was double-booked, the couch was taken, and the air mattress in the living room was already occupied by snoring in-laws.Which left only one solution.Mom had said it so casually over dinner, like it wasn’t a bomb:“Brielle, you and Adrian can share your room tonight. It’s just one night. You’re both adults now, right? The bed’s big enough.”Brielle, eighteen and still trying to act cool about everything, had frozen with her fork halfway to her mouth. Adrian—her stepbrother since she was twelve and he was thirteen, back when their parents got married—leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, that familiar cocky grin spreading slow across his face.“Share a bed?” he echoed, voice dripping with mock horror. “With her? Mom, you serious? I’d rather sleep on the roof.”Brielle shot him a glare.