FAZER LOGINLaviniaI stirred in bed, my eyes still heavy with sleep. A low moan drifted through the house. At first I thought I had dreamed it. Then another sound followed, deeper this time, a groan that vibrated through the walls. I sat up slowly, my heart picking up pace. The noises continued, rhythmic and unmistakable.“Oh god,” I whispered to myself. “What is that?”I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood, my nightgown brushing against my thighs. Curiosity pulled me forward even as confusion clouded my mind. I stepped quietly into the hallway, following the sounds. They grew louder with every step. Moans. Groans. The distinct slap of skin on skin.I approached Ace’s door. It sat slightly open, just enough for me to see inside. I stopped and peeked carefully, my breath catching in my throat.Ace had Linda on her hands and knees on his bed. He gripped her hips tightly and thrust into her from behind with powerful strokes. Linda’s back arched deeply, her face pressed into the mattres
LaviniaI pushed the front door open, my scrubs still carrying the faint scent of antiseptic. The night shift had been brutal, but I was finally home. Early morning light filtered through the windows as I stepped into the kitchen. There stood Alfred at the stove, flipping pancakes with focused expression he always wore when cooking.“Morning, love,” I said, setting my bag down on the counter. My voice came out tired but warm.Alfred turned around with a bright smile. “Hey, honey. Welcome home. How was your night?”“Endless. Three emergencies back to back. I’m exhausted.” I walked over and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. “You’re making breakfast already?”He slid a pancake onto a plate. “Figured everyone might want something before the day starts. The kids are still asleep. How about you? Coffee?”I shook my head. “No, I need sleep more than caffeine right now. I’ll grab something later. Are you heading out soon?”“Yeah, got an early meeting. I’ll make sure the kids are good before
Linda“Yeah Dad,” I answered, trying to keep my voice steady. “Just got back.”Ace slowly rolled his hips, grinding deep while I spoke. I bit my lip hard.“You okay?” Dad asked, closer now. “I thought I heard something.”“I’m fine,” I managed. “I...uhmm”Ace leaned down, lips brushing my ear. “Tell him goodnight,” he whispered, still moving inside me in shallow, torturous strokes.“Just getting ready for bed. Goodnight Dad,” I called out, my voice breaking slightly as another wave of pleasure hit me. Ace’s hand covered my mouth as he thrust a little harder, pushing me right back toward the edge.“Alright. Sleep well,” Dad said. The footsteps moved away.Ace didn’t stop. He fucked me faster now, the danger making everything more intense. “You almost got us caught,” he growled. “And you got even wetter. You love this, don’t you?”I nodded frantically against his hand, another orgasm building fast from the insane tension. His cock drove into me relentlessly, then I heard Dad’s door open
Linda"How are we supposed to leave?" I whispered urgently. "Someone was banging on the door like crazy."Ace ran a hand through his hair and smirked. "The banging stopped a while ago whoever it was probably left."I stared at him, heart still racing. "You better be right. I can't get caught with you."He stepped close, his fingers brushing my cheek. "Trust me for once I'll go first. If it's clear, you follow."Ace unlocked the door and slipped out. I held my breath, counting seconds. After a moment he knocked on the door. “Come out” he said, his voice sounding faint.I followed him quickly, keeping my head down as we moved through the dim hallway. Outside, the cool night air brushed my flushed skin. I tried to walk away from him toward the street, but Ace caught my wrist."Where do you think you're going?" he asked, voice low."Home." I said while trying to lose my hand from his grip.He pulled me toward the parking lot. "Get in my car, we're going home together. Dad thinks I was o
Linda I stepped into the club, the bass thumping through my chest like a second heartbeat. Neon lights flashed across the crowded dance floor, and the air hung thick with sweat, perfume, and spilled drinks. At twenty, I knew I shouldn't be here, but the pull of rebellion had won tonight. I just wanted one night to forget the rules, to feel alive without Dad's constant shadow looming over me. I squeezed through the bodies, my short dress riding up my thighs, the bass vibrating up through my heels and headed straight for the bar. Suddenly I slammed into something rock-hard and warm — a broad, unyielding chest that smelled faintly of whiskey and cologne. The impact jolted through me, knocking the air from my lungs and sending me stumbling back a step. My heart slammed against my ribs as strong hands instinctively caught my arms to steady me. "Watch where you're going," I snapped, looking up into those dark eyes that always seemed to mock me. Ace Booker. My stepbrother. The one per
LilaI bit back a frustrated groan the second the door to my stepdad’s home office clicked shut behind him. I slammed my laptop closed and crossed my arms, glaring as he leaned against the heavy oak desk still wearing his crisp detective’s dress shirt, sleeves rolled up from what must have been a long shift. My mom and stepbrother were downstairs, probably pretending everything was normal while they sent the family’s “authority figure” to handle me.“Seriously? They called you in for this?” I snapped.Mikal’s lips curved into that calm, knowing smile that always made my stomach flip. “They did. And you’re lucky it was me and not campus security.”I rolled my eyes. “It’s not even a big deal. No one saw my face.”He pulled the leather chair closer and sat across from me, his broad frame filling the space. “It is a big deal, Lila. Those kinds of pictures and videos have a way of coming back to haunt you. Digital footprints don’t disappear.”I snatched my phone from the desk, scrolled str
MilaMy heart skipped hard the second I saw Sean standing in the pouring rain, staring straight into the car, his face dark with anger and raw heat.His eyes locked on us through the fogged window. Everything froze. Jason’s hands were still on my hips, his cock buried deep inside me, but the heat b
MilaWe flirted more as the wine warmed me. His hand brushed my knee and stayed there. I let him, enjoying the light touch.The sun was setting when dark clouds rolled in and rain suddenly poured down.“Oh no, come on!” Jason laughed, quickly grabbing the basket. We gathered everything and ran back
Sean I closed the door to my bedroom and leaned against it, the wood cool against my back. My heart was still beating heavier than normal. What the hell had just happened? I sat on the edge of the bed and ran a hand through my hair, replaying the scene in Mila’s room. She had been so defiant at f
Mila I did exactly as I was ordered, pressing my face into his leg, but I could feel the heat of his palm hovering over my thighs. He was right. This might be even more torturous than having his hands on my ass, smacking me like I'm some child. “I have tried so hard to get along with you,” he







