20 wild encounters

Claire felt the heavy beat of her heart inside her chest as Nuel’s fingers moved down her arm, sending strong shivers across her skin. His piercing green eyes held hers captive. For a moment, she could not even draw a breath. This was truly happening now.“Are you certain?” he asked. His voice was low and smooth, like expensive fabric. Control was present in every word he spoke, in every slight movement he made. “The safe word is ‘boardroom.’ If you genuinely want to stop this, you must say the word. Do you understand this instruction?”She nodded, her throat tight and dry. “Yes, sir,” she whispered. Her voice was trembling a little. Why am I not running away? she asked herself, but the answer was instantly clear. There was a powerful quality about him—his dominant bearing, his absolute confidence—that made her want to stay. It made her want to yield control.“Good,” he said. The smirk returned to his lips. He took a single step back, never letting his eyes leave hers, and issued the

her entire body desperate for the final release.“Please,” she begged again, her voice weak and shaking.He leaned forward over her back, his breath hot and ragged against her ear. “Come for me now, Claire.”His words were all the permission and command she needed to send her over the edge. She climaxed violently, her body shuddering forcefully as he continued to thrust powerfully into her. He did not stop, drawing out her orgasm until she was only able to let out low whimpers, her body deeply sensitive but still craving the intense, rough movements.“That is a very good girl,” he murmured. His voice was low and filled with immense satisfaction. He pulled out of her, and she whimpered instinctively at the abrupt loss of contact and fullness. His eyes locked onto hers from behind, and she felt a fresh, confused surge of heat spread between her legs.He waited for a moment, resting his weight against her back, his breathing ragged and uneven. He gently released the silk tie binding her

Lucien’s hands slid lower down her stomach to the waistband of her jeans. He undid the button and zipper easily, smoothly sliding the denim down her legs and along with her panties. Isla stood there, completely naked and completely exposed, her body trembling with urgent anticipation.“Look at you standing there,” he murmured, his gaze traveling slowly and intensely over her body. “So perfectly flawless. I am going to utterly ruin you, Isla. I am going to use you until you cannot physically walk away.”He stepped back and pulled off his own clothes. The movement was full of a predatory, graceful confidence that made her mouth suddenly dry. His erection was just as intimidating as the rest of him, thick and rock-hard, the tip already wet with fluid. He grabbed her firmly by the hips, lifting her in one strong motion and pinning her against the cold wall. Isla wrapped her legs tightly around his waist. Her breath came in short, desperate gasps as he positioned himself exactly at her ent

It’s a shield, it's covering something inside which I would love to explore but" he murmured. "You’re trying to disappear." "I'm just living my life," Cathy whispered. "I’m not a project for you or Iris." Michael let go of the fabric. His hand dropped, but he didn't move back. He was close enough that she could see the flecks of gold in his dark irises. The silence between them wasn't empty; it was thick, charged with a strange, frantic energy that Cathy didn't know how to name. "I didn't say you were any projects," Michael said softly. "I just said what I observed. And what I see is someone who’s terrified of being seen." "I'm not terrified of you," Cathy said, her voice firmer than she felt. Michael laughed, a short, dry sound. "You should be. Not because of me, but because of what happens when you stop resisting that urge." He turned and walked out of the kitchen without another word. Cathy stood by the sink, her heart hammering against her ribs. She took a sip of the water

The heavy lounge door creaked as Michael’s hand clamped around Cathy’s wrist, his fingers a warm, bruising band against her pale skin. He didn’t wait for an answer; he simply stepped back, drawing her into the room. The air inside was thick, smelling of sweat and the salt of skin. Cathy’s heart hammered a frantic rhythm against her ribs, her breath hitching as her gaze locked with Iris’.Iris didn't look startled. She looked hungry. Her blonde hair was a tangled halo against the leather sofa, her lips swollen and damp."Iris," Cathy breathed, the name barely a whisper. She reached out, her palm cupping Iris’ flushed cheek. Iris leaned into the touch, her eyes fluttering shut for a heartbeat before she tilted her head, capturing Cathy’s lips in a deep, desperate kiss. Their tongues tangled, a messy collision of taste and heat.Behind them, Michael shifted. His large hands moved to Cathy’s chest, his palms rough as he kneaded her through the thin fabric of her clothes. "Fuck, your tits