Getting to my room, I dropped on the bed and shut my eyes.My body aches so badly and my insides are burning.I pulled my phone from my bag and glanced at the screen in disappointment.Had been expecting a message since morning.Just then, I heard a soft knock on my door.“Aria?”It was Emily’s voice.“I need to speak with you.”I sighed and swung my legs over the edge of the bed.“The door's open.”She stepped inside slowly with a worried expression on her face.I tilted my head, waiting.“What is it now? Are you here to advise me to skip the gangbang because I am as horny as hell, and that's not possible.”She sighed and closed the door behind her,Then walked to me and sat at the edge of my bed, hands folded tightly in her lap.“I saw something earlier,” she said quietly. “A message. From someone who works for you.”“A message?”I replied, my heart racing.“On your PC. You didn't turn it off. I saw the notification about your plan to get revenge on some Mafia lord.”That's the mess
Finally, we arrived at the massive iron gates of Lord Vance’s estate.The place was huge, filled with houses that all looked the same: big, fancy, with castle-like windows and cameras everywhere.Armed guards stood around like statues, watching every move.Titan drove us down the circular driveway and stopped in front of my building.“Finally. Home,” I said with a small smile.I wiped the coke from under my nose with my finger and chuckled.“That was some real shit,” I muttered, rubbing a bit on my gums. It hit good.Outside, the guards were already staring atTitan. He was a new face around here.He turned off the engine and stepped out. The guards tensed even more when they saw how big he was. I mean, I get it—his size alone could scare anyone.He looked like a freaking giant.Titan walked around the car and opened my door for me.I stepped out, gave him a playful grin, and reached out to grab his ass.“Mmm. Firm,” I said with a smirk, then laughed.He let out a quiet sigh behind m
I opened my eyes with a sharp gasp, heart thudding like I’d been ripped from drowning.For a moment, I forgot where I was.Yeah, the motel…I looked around the room. I was alone, with only a tray of delicious food, still steaming hot, on the table.I didn’t know whether to be annoyed or impressed. He did his job—maybe too well.I rolled onto my side slowly, my limbs sore, cunt lips still tingling from the action.I closed my eyes again just for a second, but the images came rushing back.His mouth. His hands.The way he looked at me and called my name before eating me out like some thirsty bloodsucking parasite.Parasites are even better—it was almost like he made love to me.I hated it.I hated that I had to be made to feel something new about my body because someone stubborn treated it differently.I didn’t want tenderness. I didn’t need slow hands and soft gazes.I needed it rough and brutal.I wanted to feel pain and bleed.His voice came back.“I would do anything to stay by your
I crouched beside the bed, arms resting on my knees, towel still wrapped low around my hips. My eyes locked on her lips, slightly parted. God, she is indeed dangerous like they said. I wanted her to sink her teeth in my back, dig her nails in too, and scream my name in ecstasy. I wanted to destroy the world that damaged her and rebuild another world for her. I swallowed hard and sat down in the chair a few feet away from where she was lying down. Unfortunately, my shaft was still half-hard under the towel, twitching every time she shifted in the sheets. My jaw clenched as I looked down. The damn thing was rising again. Heavy and hardening. I let out a shaky breath. Fuck! I leaned back in the chair, legs spread, and slipped a hand under the towel. My fingers wrapped around my cock—hot, stiff, growing harder with every beat of my pulse. The sensation hit me like a drug I hadn’t touched in years. I didn’t even close my eyes this time. I watched her. Her bare back. Her so
I stood there with my forehead against the wall, breath fogging up the tiles. My body still trembled slightly, every nerve thrumming like I hadn't just come. I opened my eyes slowly, blinking against the steam, and looked down at myself. Fuck. The orgasm hadn’t released me from her spell. If anything, it had pulled me deeper under. I could still feel her on my tongue, taste her moans in the back of my throat. My muscles burned with the tension I hadn’t released, at least not fully. I pressed my palm to my chest, feeling the hammering of my heartbeat. When was the last time I’d felt this alive? I turned and leaned back against the wall, letting the water hit my abs now, roll down my thighs. I stared up at the ceiling and let out a slow, shuddering breath. Then I swallowed hard, running my hand through my wet hair, trying to slow the storm inside me. Again, all I could think about was her—her skin under my palms, the way she whimpered when I sucked her clit, the taste of her a
I let out a breath and stripped off my shirt slowly, eyes cold as I tossed it aside. Then caught a glimpse of my body in the mirror. From the scar on my left cheekbone to the tattoo all over my neck, together with a deep scar that trails down my spine. I shoved down my pants and boxers, my cock springing free, stiff and full. I sighed and stepped into the shower. Hot water beat down on my skin, rolling off my chest and down my thighs. I pressed my palms against the tile, head bowed. But the second I closed my eyes, her image filled my head. Her voice, her body. The way she looked when she was about to cum. My hand slid down my abdomen and found my shaft. My fingers wrapped around it.It felt so thick, pulsing, heavy in my grip. I hissed through clenched teeth as I dragged my palm over the sensitive pulsating head. The heat from the shower steamed around me, but it was nothing compared to the inferno rising beneath my skin. I began to stroke, slowly at first, just enough