LOGINThe chapel was decorated in calla lilies. I sat in the third row in a muted champagne satin gown that clung to every line of my body, hands locked so tightly in my lap that my nails left half-moons in my palms. "My collar is so fucking tight," Tristan muttered beside me, but my mind was a messy mix of emotions to even care about his whines. At the altar stood Malcolm Cross in a midnight tux that made every other man in the room look underdressed. Silver streaked the dark hair brushed back from his face. The double doors opened and Victoria walked toward him on her father's arm. When Malcolm took her hand, a violent shudder moved through my chest. Those were the same hands that had held me open every night for twelve days. Those fingers had spread my quivering pussy lips apart afterward to check if I was still pulsing from the five orgasms he had wrung out of me across three relentless rounds. "I take thee, Victoria Davenport..." His voice carried the same low command that once o
Every night, Malcolm joined me in bed a little past midnight and took care of me till I came all over him while screaming his name.Until that Thursday afternoon when a sleek black town car pulled into the estate driveway.I watched as Victoria, Malcolm's fiance, stepped out like she was straight off the cover of Vogue. She looked every bit of a runway supermodel, wrapped in an ivory coat with a diamond shining on her left hand. Malcolm joined her and pressed a kiss to her cheek.Seeing them side-by-side felt like an ice pick directly to my chest.The suffocating reality of who I was, and what this was, dawned on me, dragging me down into a silent spiral.She was the refined and high-society fiance. And me? Just the college graduate slipping between his sheets in the dark for his sweat and seed.That night, when Malcolm came, he pulled me underneath his towering frame before I could even sit up. His mouth caught mine in a bruising kiss, his strong hands parting my thighs ruthlessly.
The doors of the master bedroom clicked shut, and the outside world ceased to exist.Malcolm didn't let my feet touch the floor. He carried me straight to his silk-draped bed, setting me down on the edge with a surprising gentleness. His hands lingered on my bare thighs, smoothing upward along my skin, his thumbs parting my trembling knees until my pussy was fully laid for him.He towered over me, naked and lethal. Down below, his massive shaft stood straight up against his abdomen.It was still unbelievable, how a harmless decision led me into the embrace of this beauty before me."Did you like having Daddy inside you, princess?" My face burned, but my hips tilted forward on instinct, craving the heat that radiated off him. "Yes. You fucked me so good.""That was just a quick taste. I'm going to let you feel even more now."He stepped between my thighs and leaned down, capturing my mouth in a slow, intoxicating kiss. He tasted of the bourbon I'd been smelling around him, his tongue
The cold titanium dragged across my clit and every muscle locked.I was on my knees, ass raised, Tristan’s soft breathing only inches from my face. Close enough that one wrong sound would end everything. He swirled his cockhead against my entrance.“M-Malc-”Malcolm’s hand clamped over my mouth before I could speak. His fingers dug into my cheeks, forcing my head back until I met those gray eyes.“Call me that again,” he rasped, “and I will fuck you until this bed wakes him.”I nodded hard against his palm, a whimper already trapped in my throat.His other hand gripped my hip and shoved my thighs wider with his knee. Cool air kissed my folds. The position was filthy, my cunt completely open while his son slept under my chin.“I flew you three thousand miles,” he growled. “Put you in my estate. Let you sleep in my silk. And the moment you got restless you crawled in here like a bitch in heat?”Shame burned through my chest, my pussy was clenching and unclenching.He leaned over me unti
My jaw dropped! I called Tristan back immediately. “Bond?”"Yeah. Family bonding, getting familiar with my girlfriend, whatever. Pack light, you won't need most of your items anyway."Normally, I was supposed to travel twenty-four hours before the ceremony, but a full fourteen days under the same sprawling roof as Malcolm Cross? Wow. I had chills already. The jet was a Gulfstream outfitted entirely by Aegis Bio-Sensory.I sat alone in the leather cabin, thirty thousand feet above the clouds, running my fingertips over the armrests. Aegis wasn't just a regular tech corporation. They held advanced medical and sensor patents. However, their real billions came from the sex toy industry. Tristan’s father was the genius who invented toys that warm up by themselves and use smart sensors to react to a user's body.I spotted a black lens glowing with sensor rings.A reckless thrill flooded my veins. I popped the cork on a bottle of champagne, letting the foam spill over my fingers. “Are yo
The cool head pressed against my clit and a soft whimper slipped out. I rubbed it exactly the way he told me, the oil mixing with my own wetness until everything was shiny and filthy.His commands kept coming, “Now push just the tip in, nice and slow so daddy can watch that little hole stretch.”I guided the thick head lower and pressed. The stretch burned in the best way. My mouth fell open on a shaky exhale as the tip sank inside me. In the mirror, my pussy lips parted greedily, ready for the seven inch dildo.“Fuck…” His breath hitched on the other end. For the first time tonight I heard the wet sound of his fist moving over his cock. “Give me another inch, baby.”Another thick ridge disappeared inside me. “Ah!”“All the way, princess. I want every inch buried. Then hold still. Don’t move until I say...”I sank down until the base pressed against me. I was too full. The dildo filled me in a way my own fingers never could. My reflection stared back at me, eyes glassy and lips parted
"I am starving, Len." Alex didn't know when the words slipped out, but they hung in the air between them, heavy with a meaning that had nothing to do with food. Lena was doing something to him tonight. Something dangerous. For the fifteenth time, she narrated how she'd tackled the intruder to the
The door slammed shut behind them, swallowing the noise of the club, the music, the world. Lena had dragged Alex into a small private room, the air thick with jasmine and sweat and his intoxicating cologne, making her head spin as she pressed her back against the door, pulse roaring in her ears.
The corridor opened into a vast space that made Alex's pulse kick up. Dimly lit, the air thick with sandalwood, leather, and the unmistakable musk of arousal. His guide's fingers curled around his wrist, pulling him forward as his eyes adjusted. The scene unfolded before him like something from a f
Alex glanced at his watch. Barely noon, and he'd accomplished nothing. Half-finished emails glared from his monitor, reports sat untouched, her silence eating at him like acid. "Mr. Voss, you have a call on line two." His assistant's voice crackled through the intercom. "Take a message," he snappe







