LOGINLauraMy pussy drips, my nipples tingle. All that buzzes through my mind is the pleasure I feel.I swear I can hear him whispering in my ears now as I slide the brush in and out of me.“That’s it, little flame, slide it in well. Let your pussy own it like it’s my cock…”My god, how is it that I can hear his voice so clearly?My wet skin from the shower roughens with chills.I obey his orders, fucking my pussy like he can see me.My mouth belts songs of pleasure.The graze of his spiked salt and pepper beard burns my skin deliciously whenever he whispers in my ear.“Don’t stop, little flame. Take it harder,”I lose control of the movement of the brush inside me.My pussy takes charge, controlling whichever length it’ll take.Thoughts about Shark and his presence inspire my pussy to take charge.My fingers clench over the porcelain sink, the cool surface barely doing anything to cool the fire burning inside me.The heel of my palm grinds over my clit, doubling the strands of pleasure th
Laura.The house is quiet as I step into it. I can't remember the last time it was like this.Usually, Maisie will be blasting off music from her room while preparing for another freelance stripping job, while I pop into the house.I guess it's nice this way.Clucking my tongue, I drop my bag on the couch and maneuver into the kitchen.“What a mess,”A string of curses vibrates from my lips, seeing the mess Maisie made on the small kitchen island.A glob of cake icing spreads all over the Island, along with an unfinished pack of pizza and foil paper.Nice one, Maisie.That girl can be so careless.But she's literally the only one closest to me. Well, except grandma.With them around, I don't need to think about my life.Growing up not knowing who my parents were really messed up my childhood. It sort of made me feel unloved. No one ever talks about them. I don't know who they are or what they look like.The only time I dared to ask, grandma Shirley openly told me they're dead. Nothin
Laura.Michael and I return to the meeting room. All eyes are on us, mostly me.Questions lurk beneath their gazes, like they know what happened between me and Michael in the elevator.I awkwardly wring my fingers together, trying to keep my cheeks from betraying me.I can’t lose my job, I keep chanting in my head.Amongst all the gazes in the room burrowing at me, I feel two pairs of eyes the most.I let my eyes stretch across the room to detect the ones that burn me alive, and I see them.Patricia and Cersei’s.A permanent scowl rests on Patricia’s face, and Cersei’s is one of disgust.I return the heated look, refusing to flinch. That makes Patricia snort.Her lips curl, and I know immediately she wants to hurl degrading words at me, but the clack of Michael’s shoes stops her short.He's right behind me.His heavy aura wafts across the room.Somehow, having him stand behind me like some protective shield makes me feel safe. It boosts my confidence.With him here, Patricia won’t be
Laura.Is this what I’m thinking?Shark or Mr. Michael Stone recognizes me?Is that why he’s here?It better not be. If Mr. Stone mistakenly reveals whatever happened at the club to my boss, there’s every possibility I’ll get fired.Jesus, I hope you didn’t send him here to punish me for one night of sin?I can’t help the shivers slithering down my spine. He’s walking behind me, but his presence alone encroaches on me. Front, back, and center.Is there really a possibility that he remembers me?I mean, the question he asked me earlier sounds like he does.How? I practically gave nothing away at the club.I wore a mask, and even changed my voice when talking to him. There’s certainly no way he remembers me.But those devouring stares he was giving me back in the meeting room felt like he knew me.I’m truly hoping this is just some coincidence. I can’t have him ruin my life, my job.I’d better keep it together. I’ve to keep up with my pretense of not knowing him.I pause before the elev
Michael.I’ve found her. The little flame who set me on fire in Sin House and fled.I’ve not been myself since she left me there, helpless. Crushed.One look at her at that booth and my brain rewired. I couldn’t think straight again.I just wanted her to put that glamorous body on me. She did, and it stoked my desire for her.At that moment, I fucking felt alive. Her body and sweet scent lured me in.And when she put my cock in that sweet mouth of hers, I went straight to ninth heaven.She blew me up, and I became pliant in her hands.No woman had ever owned before, but she did then. She fucking set the pace and owned it— owned me.She barely said a word to me then, probably to hide her voice so I wouldn’t recognize it, but I remember the sonorous sound of her moans.Oh, it’s been the music I replayed in my mind for the past two weeks I’ve been hunting her.Yes, hunting.If she thought I wouldn’t find her, she was wrong. I’ll burn billions to find her in whichever part of the world sh
Laura.Is he serious?Project Phoenix is my idea, which I shared during a departmental meeting. It’s only natural that I take charge of the project. Not Patricia.“But director,” I call Jace, fuming but expressly keeping my face blank. “That’s my idea…”“It is, but I’ll take over the project, Laura. Do you have a problem with that?”I turn to Patricia, seeing the smug smirk on her face.That tells me she planned this whole thing. She’s trying to use her position against me.My head whips back to Jace, apprehension rising inside me, “That’s unfair, Mr. Jace. It took me sleepless nights to come up with the idea. I should handle the project.”Patricia scoffs at me, crossing her arms over her chest. “Who cares you spent sleepless nights trying to come up with the idea?”She walks close to me, hiking one of her brows. “I’m above you, Laura Bells, and in this department, what I desire stands.”My teeth clench and grind as I burrow my furious gaze at her.Project Phoenix is my first promotio







