Novels by Lunasi

**Chapter 5** **He Bends Me Over His Desk, Fills Me Where He Used to Humiliate Me, and His Wife Texts That She Is in the Lobby**The hallway has two people in it.A junior from comms with a stack of mockups. An intern with coffees. Julian walks like we are discussing a revision. I hold the blouse closed with the hand that is not holding the wet toy and keep my eyes on his back. Nobody stops us. Nobody sees that I am shaking, or that I can still feel his mouth between my legs.He badges the glass office. The door shuts. The privacy tint goes smoky with one tap. Then his public face falls off.“Desk. Now. Hands on the wood. Tits on the contracts.”I bend over the same surface where he once slid a printed email back to me and told me to do it again. My cheek hits letterhead. He yanks the skirt to my waist, slaps my ass hard enough to sting, and slams into me in one thrust that seats him through every hour of that meeting. The stretch knocks a sound out of me. He fists my hair and puts

**Chapter 4** **I Sit in His Monday Meeting With His Toy in Me and Come Quiet While Legal Talks About Q3**I put it in standing up in the last stall on the eighteenth floor.One palm on the painted metal. The other feeding the slim toy into myself until it seats against the place he spent Friday mapping with his cock. I am still sore. I am still slick from thinking about it in the cab. When I walk out and wash my hands, I look like a woman who is late to a standup, not a woman who is full of her boss’s wife’s homework.The conference room is already filling. Same chairs. Same burnt coffee. Same deck with my name on slide four. Julian is at the head of the table in a white shirt that has no right to look ordinary. He does not glance at me when I take the seat two down on his right, close enough that his knee could find mine if he wanted. He waits until I open the laptop.Then he turns it on.The first pulse is low, a live wire seated deep, and I cross my ankles under the table hard e

**Chapter 3** **They Put Me Back on His Cock Until He Comes in Me and His Wife Makes Me Thank Him for It**Elise does not give me a minute to remember I have a spine.She rolls me onto my side, hooks my top leg over her hip, and slots her cunt against mine again, grinding through the slick Julian left when he pulled out. The rub is filthy and exact. My clit is already too sensitive and she does not care. She sucks my nipple, then the other, pinching when I twitch, her tits pressed to mine.“He is going to put it back in you,” she murmurs against my breast. “You are going to take it. You are going to come on it. And when he fills you, you say thank you like a woman who knows who signs her life.”Julian gets behind me. His hand finds my hair first, always the hair, and he slams into me in one stroke that seats him to the hilt. The stretch punches a sound out of me that Elise swallows with her mouth. He starts pounding from behind while she scissors against my clit around his shaft, th

**Chapter 2** **His Wife Sits on My Face and My Boss Pulls My Hair While He Fucks Me**Elise draws the zipper down like she has all night and none of my dignity to protect.The skirt loosens. It hits the carpet. I am in the black bra and the underwear I chose for a stranger, and both of them are already losing. Elise unhooks the bra from behind and my tits spill into the warm room. She reaches around and weighs them in her palms, thumbs rubbing my nipples until they tighten, her mouth at my ear.“Look at him while I do this. I want him to see what he has been barking at all week.”I look. Julian is still by the window, slacks tented, glass forgotten. His eyes are on my chest, then on Elise’s hands, then on my face. He does not come closer yet. The waiting is its own kind of order.Elise walks me backward to the bed and sits me on the edge. She peels my underwear down my thighs and hums when she finds me slick. Two fingers stroke through me, spreading the wetness, then push in withou

**Chapter 1** **I Meet a Beautiful Woman in a Hotel Lobby and Her Husband Is the Man Who Spent All Week Tearing Me Apart**Julian Crowe does not raise his voice. That is the worst part.He can make a whole room go quiet with my first name. Harper, the numbers on slide six are lazy. Harper, if you cannot hold a client’s eye, do not sit at the table. Harper, stay late and fix it, and do not look at me like I owe you a softer tone. I stay late. I fix it. I walk out past the glass office with my badge still clipped on and my jaw aching from how hard I have been not crying in the bathroom like a cliché.By Friday the week has a taste. Burnt coffee. Printer heat. The particular shame of being good at a job and still feeling disposable. I ride the elevator down with people who say have a good weekend and I smile like I have plans that are not a studio apartment and a ceiling fan.At home I order noodles I do not finish. I open the app because I want a stranger’s hands and a night that does

**Chapter 4** **The Bachelor Walks In, They Keep Me Tied, and I Leave the Showing Full of Everyone Who Wanted the House**Roxanne does not untie me for the last appointment.She wipes my mouth with the corner of the white sheet, smooths my hair like she is staging a centerpiece, and leaves my wrists bound to the headboard. Nathan sits in the chair by the glass with his slacks open and his marriage sitting in his face. Lila curls against my side, one thigh thrown over mine, two fingers lazy in the mess already leaking out of me. Carter pours himself water from the ensuite like this is a normal open house.The doorbell downstairs is punctual.Roxanne’s professional voice floats up the stairwell, then the suite door opens on a man in a dark jacket and no wedding ring. He is younger than Carter, older than me, the kind of bachelor who buys views and does not ask what happened on the furniture. He stops when he sees the bed.Roxanne does not explain. She never does.“This is the primary.

“I don’t know." Rylan shook his head. I could see the honesty in his eyes. “When you passed out, I could barely think.All I wanted was for you not to die so I couldn’t focus on anything else.The medics rushed you here, your maid attended to you and I’ve been here ever since,”So Kael didn’t come to see me? My heart panged a bit. So what if the marriage was fake?If you saved somebody’s life, stranger or not. It’s only courtesy for you to come see if the person survived and how the person is faring.My lips pressed into a thin line. “How long ago was that?”Rylan blinked. “About three hours,”I swallowed as my stomach twisted in pain, “Okay, thank you. I’m going to sleep now so Faith can heal me some more,”Rylan gave me a nod and stood to his feet. “Alright, I’ll call your girl back in to stay with you. Get some rest? I’ll be back tomorrow,”I beamed at him. “Thank you,”I yawned and rolled to my side lazily. Wait! My side?!My eyes flew open and I sat up immediately. How could I si

Kael paused and placed a finger under my chin. He lifted my head up and stared into my eyes.My breath caught.“No,” he whispered. “Thank you. For not dying,”With that, he slowly let go of me. My entire body trembled, already missing his warmth.“Come on, go on,” he encouraged. His black eyes, watching me in concern.I gave a nod and hobbled forward. A few more steps and I busted out of the maze.The Arena exploded in deafening cheers. A few feet ahead of me, Ayesha was huddled over on the floor throwing up in terror. So she had come first.Then where was Lilith?I turned my head to search for her as the crowd continued to cheer me on. I hobbled a few more feet before my legs buckled and Rylan caught me by my waist.If he noticed my obvious outfit change, he didn't say anything. “You came second by a few seconds. Lilith is still in."I made it. I didn't die in the maze and I didn't come last so the king couldn't kill me either.I turned back to say something to Kael. Thank him or—He

It may not understand me, but it definitely understood my anger.It reared its head, turned around, and launched itself at me again.I could see its jaws wide open to clamp around my neck. I swerved as fast as my injured legs would permit and stuck out my hair pin at the same time.An infuriated roar from the creature let me know my hair pin had found its mark. Good.With as much force as I could muster, I pulled back my pin. Breathing heavily, I watched the monster.They had taunted me for my gold and my love for jewelry.A crazed laugh left my lips. Now I would show them all just how powerful jewelry could become in my hands.A low moan from behind me had me turning my head.Lilith! Her wolf must have been working really hard to heal her because she had regained consciousness.“Lilith!”That one second I turned back cost me dearly as the creature slammed against my side.I grunted in pain, my vision swimming and my blood leaking even more.I had bled so much that my blood was almost

I left my dagger in the other one.It roared again and one of its limbs smacked me.A scream tore from my throat as my back hit the wall and I fell to the floor gasping.A quick look down showed me that it had sliced across the stomach of my leather suit, leaving a gaping wound.“You’re losing blood. "Fast!" Faith panicked.“Find some way to staunch it. I can't touch it; my hands are dirty; I might infect it,” I begged her as I pushed to my feet with shaky legs.The creature clicked across the ground, observing me with its red eyes. It didn't move much but I wasn't fooled.A single movement from one of its limbs could end me. Slowly, I raised my hand to my hair and freed it from the golden hairpin.I took a deep breath and waited. Sure enough, the monster leaped for me; I bent low at the exact same time and dug my hairpin into its belly as hard as I could.The force had it crashing behind me, the pin dragging a deep line down its center as its guts spilled out.I stared wide-eyed, una

My heart thundered as I stepped into the maze.The rules were simple, find your way out in the least amount of time possible.Oh and also, there were no rules on how you could get to the end of the maze.Everything was allowed, the only major rule was you had to walk out of the maze on your two feet.Simple enough.Or at least that was how it had seemed to me for the first few minutes as I stepped into the maze. It smelled heavenly.Like spring flowers and fruits, the smell almost reminded me of home.Right. Faith and I made the decision to only turn right.I turned right and hissed loudly as my leg hit a stone.It would be comical if I died in the maze because of a stone, I looked up the maze. The sky was bright and sunny but it was fake.Before I entered the maze, it had still been morning, the sun in the sky but still a far way off burning this brightly.Unless time worked differently in the maze then the dryads had formed a fake sky. The only real display is the clock.I picked up

Chapter 42Selena’s POV “A position of power?” The king asked incredulously.I tore my gaze from Kael back to King Blanchard in time to see him nod.“Fine”I blinked. I could barely believe my ears. Fine? Did he just agree?“But your majesty—“ Queen Vidika spoke up. “A royal wife has never held a position of power in your royal council before,” she frowned.“Even I, the queen do not have such a position,”“As Luna Queen, you are far above that,” The King appeased her and turned back to me. His face twisted into something cruel.“You have made your demands Princess Selena. Now, it's time you listen to mine,”Fear flashed through Rylan’s eyes and not for the first time, my stomach clenched.“Go through the contest. If you or any of the other royal wives win. I won't deny you your place in my council. But—“ he paused for a bit.Playing with my mind as I almost went crazy thinking of what he would say.“But if, you. Selena. Royal wife of Devania and Princess of Calantha. If you lose this