LOGINNORA This angle... oh my god. He's so deep I can barely breathe. When he starts thrusting up into me, I can see the way his rod disappears inside my dripping cunt.One of his hands slides up to wrap around my throat while the other reaches down to rub my swollen clit.I think I'm drooling at this point, bouncing on his dick."Fuck, look at you," he moans against my ear, his voice seductive. "So perfect."My body convulses as I squirt around his cock again. It feels like a bloody seizure.Mars chuckles, holding me through it as my toes stretch and curl, my thighs vibrating."That's it," he rasps. "Come for me again. Soak my cock like a good girl."I'm still catching my breath when Marcellus pulls out of me.He doesn't go far.Instead, he shifts us so he's lying on his back against the pillows. Then he pulls me on top of him, guiding me until I'm straddling his waist. His swollen cock rests heavily against my stomach, his hands settling on my hips."Look at me," he urges.I lift
NORA The second the elevator doors slide open, Marcellus doesn't give me a chance to catch my breath.He carries me down the long corridor towards our suite. Every few steps, he stops to kiss me harder against the wall or a pillar, the feel of his lips against mine driving me crazy.By the time we reach our door, I'm dizzy.He manages to swipe the key card with one hand while still holding me up with the other. The second the door clicks open, he kicks it shut behind us and slams me against it.He sucks on my tongue, then bites my bottom lip hard enough to make me shiver before soothing it with another messy kiss."Fuck, I've been thinking about this all night," he mutters against my lips, his voice hoarse. I whimper when he drags two fingers against my folds, through my panties.“Mmm," he says. "You’re dripping."He carries me further into the suite and sets me down in the middle of the large bedroom. His eyes are dark, almost black with lust as he moves back."Take it off,
NOVA I swallow hard, picturing a plate of spicy ramen. The kind that is loaded with chili oil, different kinds of peppers, garlic, and that deep, rich broth that burns in the best way. The kind that makes your lips tingle and your body warm from the inside out. The kind you can't stop eating even when it's too hot.I start salivating.My thighs press together harder. Marcellus must feel it because his fingers flex against my skin.I can't do this.I can't sit here while he touches me like this in front of everyone. I shoot to my feet so fast that I startle everyone.Every single head turns toward me. The organizer pauses mid-sentence, blinking in surprise."Mrs. Gregory?" he says, smiling politely even though confusion lingers on his face. "Do you have something to say?"My brain completely blacks out for a second. I clear my throat, trying to look composed even though my face is on fire."I just..." I start, forcing a smile. "I just really like the idea of creating a dish tha
NORA The table falls into a stunned silence. Tasha's face turns an ugly shade of red.She lets out a strained laugh. "Excuse me?"Marcellus calmly removes the cherry pit from his mouth and places it neatly on the edge of his plate."Did I stutter?"The silence grows heavier. Tasha grips the stem of her wine glass so tightly that her knuckles turn white."That's a disgusting accusation," she snaps.Marcellus nods thoughtfully, as if considering her words. "You're right," he says.Relief drifts across her face for a nanosecond. Then he continues."It would be disgusting... if it weren't true."A few gasps rise around the table.Tasha's mouth opens and closes like a fish. Her husband's face turns purple. He slams his napkin onto the table and stands up so fast that his chair scrapes loudly against the floor."Unbelievable," he mutters, then storms out of the dining room without looking back.Tasha shoots Marcellus a murderous glare, her hands shaking as she grabs her clutch. Then
NORA Tiffany beams at us, completely oblivious to the sudden tension in the air."Oh, you two haven't properly met yet! This is my husband, Josh. Josh, this is Marcellus Gregory and his wife, Nora."What is with this woman and introducing herself ten thousand times?!The man beside her moves forward with an easy, friendly smile. He's handsome in a clean-cut way, but something about his face feels... off. Like it doesn't quite fit.Hmmm... facial reconstruction surgery? Maybe. It does seem like it."Nice to meet you," Josh says, extending his hand towards Marcellus.Marcellus doesn't take it.Instead, he tilts his head slightly, and a menacing smirk spreads across his lips. His eyes, however, remain ice-cold."Marcellus Gregory," he says. "We have met before. On a business trip a few years ago. We had quite a lot in common back then."Josh's face lights up with recognition that doesn't quite reach his eyes."Really? That's crazy. I had an accident two years ago and lost a big ch
NORA The knock comes again, and I glance down at Marcellus. He's still asleep against my chest. My thoughts stray as I wonder just how long he'd been living in hell.The knock returns again, louder."Coming!" I hiss.Quickly locking his phone, I place it back on the nightstand exactly where I found it. My hands are shaking. I carefully slide out from under him, and Marcellus makes a low sound of protest, reaching for me in his sleep.Shit!"Don't start," I mutter.I grab a pillow and gently tuck it into my place. His arm wraps around it instantly.The idiot.I hurry across the suite and yank open the door. Standing outside is a woman wearing a production badge and a headset.She smiles brightly."Mrs. Gregory! Sorry to bother you. We just wanted to remind all contestants about tonight's welcome dinner."My brain struggles to catch up."Tonight?""Yes. Eight o'clock." She hands me a glossy envelope. "Transportation will pick everyone up at seven-thirty."I take it automatically.
NORA Marcellus doesn't even blink. He tilts his head slightly, studying her with a lazy expression."No," he says. "You're not."Florence's smile falters. "What?"Marcellus's mouth curves. "You heard me, Flo. This trip is for my wife and me. You're not invited. Try to board that jet and I'll h
NORA I stare at Mars, my pulse going out of control again. He looks like he's suffering, yet somehow he's still… beautiful. The vulnerability in his face makes my throat tighten.I gently push him back down onto the pillows. "Lie down. Stop talking. Just sleep."He doesn't resist me at al
NORA I stare at CeCe's notepad, my head swimming with confusion. Who the hell is Florence? And why does the mention of her name make Marcellus look like someone just punched him in the gut? The unease on his face is... surprising. For once, the man who always seems ten steps ahead looks genui
MARCELLUS I imagine Hayden Wolfe finally losing his composure and showing me the monster I've always believed him to be. Instead, he laughs.It's not even a polite chuckle. It's a real laugh that lights up his eyes. I blink, completely caught off guard.He leans back in his chair, still smili







