ログインAnnabel’s POV The restaurant felt like a fucking joke. The candle had melted into a sad little puddle on the table, and I was sitting there in this tight black dress that hugged my tits and ass perfectly, heels making my legs look endless, wearing the expensive perfume I almost never bothered with. All dressed up for a man who couldn’t even show up. I glared at my phone again. Jared’s message stared back at me like a slap: “Sorry babe, last-minute appointment I can’t miss. I promise to make it up to you this weekend, okay?” “Appointment my foot,” I hissed under my breath, finishing the last of my wine in one angry swallow. This was the same shit over and over. Jared was exactly like the others — good-looking on paper, nice job, said all the right things in the beginning. But when it came time to actually show up, they never did. I was getting tired of being the girl who waited. Tired of convincing myself that “next time” would be different. I paid the bill, grabbed my coat, a
Lucy’s POV We barely made it down the hall. As the remaining of our clothes flew off in a messy trail—my skirt catching on a door handle, his jacket tossed against the wall, my bra hitting the floor halfway to the bedroom. By the time we reached his big bed we were completely naked and aching again, my pussy throbbing and slick from his tongue earlier. Richard climbed over me, his cock thick and rock hard, pressing heavy and hot against my thigh like it belonged there. “Look at me,” he ordered, voice all rough and low as he lined up and pushed inside in one deep, smooth thrust. I moaned loud, nails raking down his back hard enough to leave marks. “That’s it. Take every fucking inch, Lucy. This tight cunt belongs to me now.” “Richard… oh shit, you’re so deep,” I gasped, legs wrapping tight around his waist, heels digging into his ass to pull him closer. He felt huge, stretching me wide open, hitting spots that made my toes curl and my eyes flutter. He started fucking me steady a
Lucy’s POV The words about the matchmaking hung heavy between us, thick as smoke. I stood up making my way to the door, my hand holding on the doorknob, my body still buzzing and aching from what he’d just done to me on his desk. My thighs felt slick, my nipples still tight against my blouse, and my mind was spinning. “Why are you the one telling me this?” I asked, turning back to face him. My voice came out quieter than I wanted, a little shaky. “The arrangements, the suitable partners… why you?” Richard leaned back in his chair, watching me with that steady, unreadable look that made my stomach tighten. “Grandfather pulled me aside this morning. Told me to handle it. Said it would give us time to prepare for the family dinner after work tonight.” He shrugged one broad shoulder, but his eyes stayed locked on mine, dark and intense. “He was going to mention it himself, but figured I should be the one to bring you up to speed. Keep things in the family.” A bitter little laugh
Lucy’s POV The afternoon felt endless. I sat at my desk pretending to work, but the spreadsheet in front of me might as well have been written in Greek. The numbers swam together while my brain kept looping back to that conference room. The way Richard’s eyes had landed on me. Not shocked. Not awkward. Just this dark, knowing heat that made my skin prickle all over again. My cousin. The same man who’d had me moaning his name with his cock buried deep inside me less than twenty-four hours earlier. Every time a colleague walked past my cubicle, I tensed up, convinced they could somehow see it on my face ... the guilt, the leftover ache between my legs, the way I was still wet just thinking about him. I crossed my legs under the desk and tried to focus. It didn’t help. I could still feel the ghost of his hands gripping my hips, the low growl in his voice when he told me to look at him. Fuck. I pressed my thighs together harder, hoping no one noticed how flushed I was gettin
Lucy’s POV The knock hung there, sharp and irritating, but Richard’s fingers didn’t stop. They curled deeper inside me, thick and relentless, stroking that spot that made my vision blur. I clamped my teeth down on my lip, swallowing a moan as my walls fluttered around him. “Stay quiet for me,” he whispered hot against my ear, thumb pressing firm circles on my swollen clit. His voice was all control, low and commanding, even with the interruption. It only made me wetter. “Room service,” the voice called again from the hall. “Complimentary bottle, sir.” Richard’s free hand covered my mouth gently but firm, his eyes locked on mine… dark and wild, daring me to make a sound. He pumped his fingers inside me once, twice, slow and deep, curling them just right like he was teasing me on purpose for the bad timing. I whimpered hard into his palm, hips bucking up, pussy clenching around his fingers, so fucking wet it was embarrassing. “Good girl,” he breathed hot against my ear, nipping
Lucy’s POV The music at the club kept throbbing deep in my chest, connecting with the burn of tequila sliding down my throat for what was definitely my fourth shot. The club lights blurred everything into a hazy glow, and my girls were in full swing around our sticky high-top, laughing loud enough to drown out the music. Maya raised her glass with that wild grin of hers, her curls spilling everywhere. “To shitty exes...may they choke on their regret and stay the hell out of our DMs.” I clinked mine hard against hers, the smile tugging real this time. “And to never texting them back after midnight, no matter how empty the bed feels.” Priya leaned in, elbowing me playfully. “Especially not that ghost who needed ‘space’ but still hearted all your stories. You’re done carrying his bullshit, Luce. Tonight you get to feel something better.” My phone buzzed on the table, and my stomach flipped before I even glanced down. It was from a flirting app I accidentally installed Stranger88
Sarah’s POV “Shit,” Leo muttered. We scrambled up fast, throwing clothes on, fixing hair. I straightened my top with shaking hands. We went upstairs separately, faces blank, ready to slip back into the hate act like nothing had happened. ---- I lay in bed staring at the ceiling for what felt
Sarah’s POV I couldn't just lay there in the dark like an idiot. I couldn't let Leo read all the embarrassing words I had written in this diary! I couldn't help but feel my heart pounding, it felt like it was going to crack my ribs as I slipped out of bed. The hallway was dark and quiet, and
Sarah’s POVGod, I was so done with this whole night already.But my body was reacting in a weird way I couldn’t name yet. What am I thinking?The birthday dinner Mom had spent weeks planning for me felt forced from the second we sat down. Those colorful streamers she had invited looked pathetic un
Lara’s POV The human brain is incredibly good at rationalizing bad behavior when the reward is addictive enough. Back in school, during my long, boring economics lectures, I used to read articles about how addiction actually works. They talked about dopamine pathways, about how the mind quickly







