LOGINMarcus exhaled sharply. Then he stood up and started unbuttoning his shirt. My eyes followed every movement. Broad chest, hard abs, that V-line disappearing into his pants. When he unzipped and pulled his cock out, I moaned.It was even bigger in real life. Thick, veined, the head already shiny with precum.“Come here,” he said.I crawled to the edge of the bed on shaky knees. Up close, his cock looked huge. Intimidating. Perfect.“Open your mouth.”I did. He rested the heavy head on my tongue. Salty. Warm. I swirled my tongue around it, tasting him, and his hand came down to grip my hair.“That’s it. Just like that. Good girl.”The praise made me melt. I took more of him, sucking sloppily, spit already dripping down my chin. I’d watched enough of his videos to know what he liked—messy, eager, eyes looking up. I gave him that. Bobbed my head faster, taking him deeper until I gagged.Marcus groaned. “Fuck, Madison. Your throat feels even better than I imagined.”He imagined this too? T
MADISONI should not be doing this.My heart hammered against my ribs as I sat cross-legged on the massive bed in my new bedroom, laptop balanced on my thighs. The house was quiet—Mom was out with her friends celebrating her fresh marriage, and Marcus was supposed to be at some late business meeting. Or so he said. The USB drive I’d found hidden in his study burned a hole in my pocket earlier. Now it was plugged in, and the screen glowed with folders labeled by dates. My fingers shook as I clicked the most recent one. A video popped up. There he was. Marcus Kane. My mom’s new husband. My stepdad. Forty-three years old, built like he lifted weights for a living, with that sharp jaw and dark eyes that always made me look away too fast. But in the video, he wasn’t wearing the expensive shirts and watches he wore around the house. He was naked, cock thick and hard in his fist, stroking slow while a woman moaned on her knees in front of him.“Fuck,” I whispered, thighs pressing together
He pushed inside me slowly, inch by thick inch, and the world narrowed to just this — the stretch, the fullness, the way my body opened for him like it had been waiting for this exact moment.I gasped, my fingers digging into his shoulders as he filled me. Viktor was big. Thicker than I’d expected, longer, the head of his cock pressing deep until I felt him in places I didn’t even know existed. The burn was sharp at first, a delicious sting that made my breath catch, but then it melted into this deep, aching pleasure that had my toes curling against the sheets.“Fuck, Yvonne,” he groaned, forehead pressed to mine. His voice was rough, strained, like it was taking everything in him not to thrust hard. “You’re so tight. So fucking perfect.”I whimpered, my legs wrapping tighter around his waist, pulling him deeper. He stayed there for a long moment, buried to the hilt, letting me feel all of him. The weight of his body on mine, the heat of his skin, the way his cock throbbed inside me —
He groaned softly into my mouth, the sound vibrating through me. His hand on my hip tightened, pulling me even closer. The kiss turned hungrier, his tongue stroking mine in a way that made heat pool low in my belly. I could feel myself getting wet, my nipples tightening against the fabric of my dress.When he finally pulled back, we were both breathing hard. His forehead rested against mine, his hand still cupping my neck.“I’ve been thinking about that kiss since the conference room,” he said, voice rough. “About how you tasted. How you sounded when you moaned into my mouth.”I shivered. “Viktor…”“Tell me you want this,” he said, thumb brushing my lower lip again. “Tell me you want me to touch you. Really touch you.”I did. God, I did. But the words stuck in my throat for a second.“I want you,” I whispered finally. “But I’m scared. This is all so fast. I don’t want to feel like I’m just… fulfilling a contract.”His eyes softened just a fraction. “This stopped being about the contra
The elevator ride up to Viktor’s penthouse was silent except for the soft hum of the machine and the sound of my own heartbeat in my ears.He stood beside me, tall and imposing, his hand resting lightly on the small of my back. Not possessive. Not yet. Just… there. A reminder that this was real. The contract was signed. I was his wife now, at least on paper.The doors opened directly into the penthouse, and I stepped out, trying not to gape. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the glittering city lights. Dark wood and sleek modern furniture made the space feel masculine and expensive. It smelled like him — that same dark, woodsy cologne that had wrapped around me in the conference room.“Home,” Viktor said simply, closing the doors behind us. His voice was low, calm, but there was an undercurrent to it that made my skin prickle.I walked further into the living room, my heels clicking on the marble floor. “It’s beautiful.”He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he watched me. I could f
The contract sat between us on the polished mahogany table like a loaded gun.I stared at it, my heart pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears. The words blurred on the page — one year of marriage, public appearances, shared living, no real intimacy required unless both parties agreed. At the bottom, two signature lines waited. One already had his bold, sharp signature.Viktor Kane.Forty-two years old. Billionaire. Ruthless. The man who had been my late father’s biggest rival… and now, apparently, my future husband.I was twenty-two. Fresh out of university. Drowning in debt from my father’s failed company. And apparently, this was the only way to save what was left of my family’s name.“You don’t have to do this,” my mother had whispered before I left the house this morning, her eyes red. But we both knew I did. The alternative was bankruptcy, humiliation, and watching everything my father built crumble.Viktor sat across from me now, calm as ever, one long finger tapping the ta
Lila’s POVI’ve hated Connor since the day Mom married him two years ago. He walked into our house like he already owned it—broad shoulders filling every doorway, voice low and calm when he spoke to Mom, but always with that edge that made me feel small. He called me “princess” the first time we
AVA'S POVTRIGGER WARNING; TABOO, SEX WITH COUSIN I spent all day pretending nothing happened. Smiling at the aunties while I carried plates of potato salad and coleslaw to the picnic tables. Helping Dad flip burgers on the grill, the smoke stinging my eyes while I laughed at his dumb jokes abou
Midnight came slow.I slipped out—bare feet on cool grass, moonlight silver on the lake. The dock stretched dark and empty. Waves lapped soft against the pilings. Crickets hummed. I told myself I just needed air.Ryan was waiting.He leaned against the boat railing—shirt off, jeans low, moonlight c
"You came," he said, and I heard genuine surprise beneath the approval in his voice."Did you think I wouldn't?""Honestly?" A slow smile spread across his face. "Part of me thought you'd chicken out. That you'd realize how insane this is and bail. Would've respected that, by the way.""I don't chi







