LOGINHe 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
The call with Marcus ended, but the echo of his voice still hung in the air like smoke.Damon stayed buried deep inside me, his cock twitching as the last of his cum leaked out. I was a mess — flushed, trembling, my pussy still pulsing around him, full of him. The guilt hit me like a wave, but it was drowned out by the heat, the thrill, the way my body was still humming from how hard he’d just fucked me while talking to my ex-husband.“You’re insane,” I whispered, half-laughing, half-terrified. “What if he heard?”Damon kissed me slow and deep, his hand sliding up to cup my breast, thumb brushing my nipple. “He didn’t. And even if he did… I don’t care anymore.” His voice was rough, possessive. “You’re not his. You’re mine now.”He started moving again — slow, lazy thrusts, like he couldn’t bear to pull out. I moaned softly, my legs wrapping tighter around him. Every slide of his thick cock sent sparks through me, my oversensitive walls fluttering around him.“Damon… we just finished,”
The morning after, I woke up tangled in Damon’s sheets, his arm heavy around my waist, his breath warm against the back of my neck. My body ached in the best way — thighs sore, pussy still tender and slick from how many times he’d taken me during the night. I could feel the evidence of him between my legs, sticky and warm, a constant reminder that I’d crossed a line I could never uncross.I turned in his arms and found him already awake, watching me with those intense hazel eyes. No regret. Just heat. Possession. Something deeper that made my stomach flutter.“Morning,” he murmured, voice rough with sleep. His hand slid down my side, cupping my ass and pulling me closer. His cock was already half-hard against my thigh.“Morning,” I whispered back, kissing him softly. The kiss quickly deepened, his tongue sliding against mine, his hand squeezing my ass harder. I moaned into his mouth, my body responding instantly, wetness pooling between my thighs again.He rolled me onto my back, sett
He pushed inside me slowly, inch by thick inch, and my breath caught in my throat.The stretch was everything. Damon was big — thicker than I’d expected, filling me so completely that for a second I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. Just feel. The burn was sharp at first, then melted into this deep, aching fullness that made my toes curl against the sheets. I could feel every ridge, every vein as he sank deeper, my walls fluttering around him, trying to adjust.“Fuck, Aria,” 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 hands sliding up his back, nails digging into his skin as he bottomed out. 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 — it was overwhelming in the best way. I felt claimed. Wanted. Like every inch of me was fi
Elena’s POV**I joined the gym because I wanted to feel stronger by the end of summer. The place was small but expensive-looking—black rubber floors, mirrored walls, rows of gleaming machines that smelled faintly of metal and disinfectant. I’d signed up online, paid the fee, showed up in leggings
Lila’s POVI knew I was lost.There was no more pretending I wanted to escape or win the game. I wanted to be his. Completely. The thought of going back to normal—sneaking touches in the hallway, quick fucks when Mom was out—didn’t f
Lila’s POVI was addicted now. Every night Mom was away I slipped into Connor’s bedroom after the house went quiet. He’d be waiting—door cracked, lamp low—and I’d crawl into their marital bed like it belonged to me. He fucked me raw on Mom’s side of the sheets, deep and slow, whispering things th
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







