Novels by Inker

ELARA I spent the next four days trying to pretend Room 7 had been a dream.A very vivid, very filthy dream.Every time I closed my eyes, I felt him—Alexander Thorne inside me, his voice in my ear calling me exquisite, his hands bruising my hips like he was marking territory no one else would ever claim. I’d wake up soaked, thighs clenched, hating how much I wanted to crawl back to that club and beg for round two.Instead, I smiled for the cameras at my official engagement party.The venue was one of the Thorne family’s private rooftop lounges. The place was practically dripping in gold and expensive designs.The guest list involved some casino owners, real-estate sharks, a handful of politicians. David didn’t seem to know half of them. I figured they were his father’s friends. He spoke so much about the man.David found me near the bar, already three drinks in, tie loose, pupils dilated.“There’s my gorgeous fiancée.” He slung an arm around my waist, too tight. “You clean up nice.”

ALEXANDERI’ve been on the edge all day, and I’ve tried to make it better.Rolls of tobacco usually does the trick paired with vintage whiskey.Unfortunately for me, it doesn’t wear off.“Boss, you have your last meeting scheduled at eight.” My assistant announced, and I groaned.“Cancel it, call Alfredo to come pick me up.” I lashed out orders, puffing out a cloud of smoke to ease off the stress.“Where, Boss?”“Obsidian.” I spoke calmly, tipping the glass back.My fingers threaded through my scalp, ruffling the strands of my hair to the side.I dusted the tip of the roll in the ashtray before I lit it up. The tip burned rich orange, usually, the sight of it would have calmed whatever storm was brewing inside me.Today was an exception, so I dragged out a stack of my desk to reach for my glock. I checked the chamber before stacking bullets into it to spring from the chair, still with the tobacco between my lips as I exited my office.“Boss.” The men who stood on each side acknowledge

ELARAMy jaw slacked. I shook my head.“I don’t have…”“Oh, baby. But there’s so much of it on my phone.” David gripped both my wrist as he led me towards the room.Tears welled in my eyes, but I fought them from flooding down my cheeks..“You had hidden cameras.” My hands flew over my lips when he pointed them. The tears I fought so hard with, streamed down my cheeks as I imagined what the headlines would be if they got out.Super model gets wild: Elara’s sex tape released. Stunned beyond words, I turned to leave this place.He caught my wrist. Hard. “You walk out, and those nudes go everywhere. Your little swimwear brand? Kiss it goodbye. Every brand deal, every runway, every follower who thinks you’re wholesome, they’ll see what a slut you really are.”When I didn’t say anything, he went on, “You also have a few chats with me that I could put out there too. You really let me talk trash about Melissa Greenwood, and she’s one of your biggest customers for those little swimwear you s

ELARA“Hold it steady, baby, I need to watch this again later.” A pool of saliva gathered in my throat, my fingers went numb and my phone slipped from my grip. I’d just revealed my fiancé on Dilly app, and almost at once, I got a video message and an apology from a friend back in college.In the grainy footage that was still replaying on my screen, my fiancé, David was balls deep in said college friend, pounding her with the energy of a bull.His sweat poured onto her body, and his face was twisted with the same pleasure I used to search for on his face whenever he bothered to touch me.Her head was thrown back, dark hair spilling but her moans were high and desperate, nothing like the polite sounds I made when he fucked me. I used to be a screamer, until David deemed it razz and unladylike.She arched as he thrust, harder, faster, whispering filth I’d begged him to say to me many times. He never had.I couldn’t hold the tears back anymore as the images replayed over and over.David