LOGINAbby~•~He went completely still, his dark eyes locked on mine behind the black mask. For a long second, the club noise seemed to fade, leaving only the heavy thud of my own heartbeat and the raw tension between us.“Abby…” Alexander’s voice was rough, almost pained. “No. We can’t. This is insane.”But I already saw the flicker of hunger in his gaze, the way his chest rose and fell faster than before. He was interested. Very much interested. His body betrayed him even as his mouth tried to refuse.I didn’t give him time to retreat. Stepping closer until my body brushed against his, I reached down, took his large hand in both of mine, and slowly lifted it to my chest. His palm was warm and rough as I pressed it firmly over my left breast. A soft gasp escaped me at the contact. My nipples were already hard and aching.“Feel that?” I whispered, guiding his fingers to squeeze gently. The pressure sent heat straight between my legs. “I want this, Mr. Rossi. I want you.”He groaned, his fi
Abby~•~“Abby?” His voice came out in disbelief, the familiar Italian accent wrapping around my name like it always had, but this time it sent a completely different kind of shiver down my spine.I was frozen. Alexander Rossi. My best friend’s dad. The man who used to ruffle my hair and tell me to drive safely. Now he was towering over me in a black mask, broad shoulders filling out his shirt, looking every inch the kind of man who belonged in a place like this.“I… yeah,” I managed, my voice barely above a whisper. Heat flooded my cheeks beneath the lace mask. “What are you doing here?”The corner of his mouth twitched slightly, but there was no humor in it. “I could ask you the same thing.” His dark eyes swept over me again, slower this time and more intensely, taking in the short dress, the way the fabric clung to my curves. He exhaled sharply. “Come on. I’m taking you home. This isn’t a place for you.The protective tone was so familiar that it almost made me laugh. Instead, it s
Abby~•~My heart hammered in my chest as I stepped through the velvet curtain into the club, and it had nothing to do with the music. This was insane. I was twenty-one, freshly legal for this kind of place, but I’d read, heard, and watched a lot of things about these kinds of places. I couldn’t resist it even if I tried. I wanted to experience it, even if it was once.Everything was black and crimson. There were leather couches everywhere, steel cross frames, and low tables scattered with neatly arranged toys I didn’t dare to examine too closely. People moved around the room like they belonged. Some were in underwear, some in nothing but harnesses and masks, while others elegantly dressed in suits and cocktail dresses and somehow no one felt out of place.It was insane. When I first read it in books, I didn’t believe such a place could exist. A place where people were uninhibited. A place where people could walk around naked and the ones fully dressed wouldn’t bat an eye.Even the si
I’d spent the day replaying every second of what happened in his office last night. The pure command in his voice. The way he held me like I was already his. The way he tasted.I still felt a light ache in my mouth but I was also looking forward to meeting him tonight. I’d chosen black this time. A lace bodysuit that was transparent enough to show the dark shadow of my nipples and had a cut at the curve of my hips. I’d worn matching thigh-high stockings clipped to garters, and heels as high as I could manage. I’d thrown a long black coat over it. As usual, his office door was closed when I got there. I took in a deep breath and knocked.“Come in.” His voice was as deep and inviting as ever, as if he already knew that I was the one standing behind the door.Inside, the room was dimmer than last night. He’d turned off the overhead light and left only the desk lamp. There was a new addition to the room though. A wide leather chair in the middle of the open floor. He was already seated,
I knocked once, before I turned the knob of the door to Mr. Russo’s office.He hadn’t looked up from the papers on his desk yet so I took the time to admire him. His shoulders were broad under the crisp black shirt, sleeves rolled to the elbows, forearms strong and veined in a way that made my mouth water even before he spoke.“Close it,” he said without lifting his eyes. His voice was low and calm, making me wonder why he told me to come straight to his office after I changed into my outfit for the day.I turned and pushed the heavy door shut. When I faced him again, he was watching me. His eyes were dark and unreadable, sliding from my face down the length of my body slowly, like he was memorizing every inch of exposed skin the tiny gold lingerie set left bare. The thong left nothing to the imagination and the matching top barely contained my breasts. I'd worn it for the stage, not for this. Not for him.“You were late to your set,” he said as I walked over to his desk. “Again.”“I—
I opened my mouth to respond, but I didn’t have any retort left in me, not when I lay naked beneath him, waiting for him to do something about it.He reached toward the nightstand and brought out a pack of condoms. I blinked in surprise. I didn’t even know there were condoms there.He didn’t make me wait after that. He tore the pack open, brought out one and opened it with an efficiency that had me in between jealousy and anticipation.I watched him as he rolled it on, my thighs still trembling from how good his mouth had been down there. When he settled back between my thighs, the head of his cock pressed up against my entrance. “Still sure you want this?” he asked, voice rough. One last out. One last chance to pretend we weren’t about to cross a line we’d never uncross.I hooked my legs around his waist, my heels digging into his back. “Stop talking and fuck me, Alex.”That was all he needed.He thrust in, slow at first, letting me feel every inch, until he bottomed out with a groa
I twirled, staring at myself in the mirror. I looked good. For the first time in a while, I also felt good about myself. I smoothed the wrinkles just as I heard a knock on the door. I already knew it was Sarah, so I just picked up my clutch and met her at the door. Being the bride, she looked even
Sophia had imagined the scene over a thousand times. Grab the box. Say thank you. Leave.Dan had told her a long time ago that he had her things packed, but she couldn’t bring herself to take them because taking her boxes away was like closing a chapter from her life permanently. She wasn’t very s
Camilla had been twenty-one for less than forty-eight hours and it was already her second at the club legally.She had celebrated her birthday with her friends the previous day, but they claimed she didn’t party well enough and dragged her back to the club the next day.She was more than happy to b
My parents suggested I move into my brother’s house for college because his place was close enough to my campus and they wouldn't have to pay extra rent.I hated it. I wanted my freedom. I wanted my own space to be able to do whatever I wanted.It was like moving from one parent's house to the othe







