LOGINLilaI walked into the gala like I owned the room. The red dress hugged every curve I used to hide. My hips swayed with each step. Heads turned. Whispers followed. Kai stayed right beside me, his hand on my lower back. He looked sharp in his black suit. Damien spotted us immediately. Sarah hung on his left arm in a tight black dress. Claire, Ryan's wife, stood on his right looking uncomfortable but smug. When Damien saw me his face went red. His eyes moved over my body then to Kai. Shock turned to anger fast."What the hell are you doing here?" he hissed when we got close. "With him?"I smiled sweetly. "Supporting charity. Like you. Or are you just here to show off your whores?"People around us started paying attention. Phones came out. Kai squeezed my waist gently. That gave me strength.Damien laughed but it sounded forced. "Still bitter. Go home, Lila. Nobody wants your drama."That was my cue. I nodded at the technician Kai had paid off earlier. The big screens behind the stage
LilaI kept training like my life depended on it. Every morning I met Kai at the gym and pushed my body until my muscles screamedHe was right there with me. Spotting my lifts, fixing my form, whispering encouragement that made my skin warm. The tension between us grew hotter each day. His hands stayed on me longer than they needed to. Sometimes I caught him staring at my curves like he wanted to taste them. I wanted that too, but I held back.One afternoon after a hard session I sat with my phone. I recorded a call with Damien when he tried to sweet talk me back home. He said all the right things. How he missed me. How Sarah was just stress relief. How we could work it out if I signed the papers quietly. I saved every word. Then I sent anonymous tips to a couple business blogs about his shady deals. Nothing big enough to trace. Just enough to make people whisper.Kai watched me do it and nodded proudly. "You are learning fast. Most women stay broken. But you–you are strong."I star
LilaI woke up the next morning on my friend's couch with my eyes swollen and my heart still burning. No messages from Damien. Just one from his lawyer saying papers were coming. I did not cry again. Instead I made coffee, ate a proper breakfast, and headed straight back to the gym. My body ached from last night but I did not care. The pain felt useful now.Kai was already there when I walked in. He wore the same black tank top and looked even bigger in the daylight. He nodded at me like he had been waiting."Glad you came back," he said. His voice was deep and steady. "Most people who look like you did last night never return.""I am not most people," I replied. I changed quickly and met him on the gym floor.He handed me some weights. "Start with these. Push hard. Do not hold back."I pushed. Every lift felt like I was lifting Damien's words off my chest. Kai corrected my form with his hands on my waist and back. His touch was firm but careful. Not grabby. Every time his fingers
Lila"How many men were there before me?" Damien asked, his voice cold as ice."None," I whispered. My hands shook as I stood there in our bedroom doorway. "Do you know how much shame I carry having you by my side as my girlfriend? Even your own mother is ashamed of you. You said it yourself."I never begged for your love, I snapped back, tears stinging my eyes. "Why date me if you are ashamed of my size?""Pity. That was it. I dated you out of pity. And yet, you are still so ungrateful."Those words hit me harder than any slap. I had just walked in on him with his secretary, Sarah, her skirt still hiked up around her waist. She scrambled off the bed and grabbed her clothes, not even looking at me. Damien just leaned back against the headboard like this was nothing. Like I was the one interrupting his normal day.I could not breathe right. My chest felt tight, like someone sat on it. For five years I stayed with this man. I cooked his meals, listened to his late night business talks,
DianaThe next day... I came back. I couldn’t stay away. My thighs were still sore, my panties soaked just from thinking about him, but I slipped into the church like a moth to flame, knowing he’d be waiting. Knowing he’d bend me over or pull me into his arms and fuck me senseless until I came all over his cock once more, whispering his name.The moment he saw me, he didn’t hesitate. No words. No welcoming smile or gentle greeting. His eyes darkened with raw, desperate lust, and in an instant he crossed the space between us. He grabbed my wrist and dragged me straight into his secret chamber, slamming the door shut and locking it with a sharp click that sent a shiver down my spine.He bent over his desk again, skirt around my waist, his 7inches cock already hard leaking Pre-cum. "You are my dirty little secret," he groaned, gripping my hips hard. "This pussy belongs to your priest. Say it.""It's yours, Elias," I moaned loudly. "Fuck me harder. Please!"He gave me what I wanted, th
Diana"Sit on my lap," he said softly. "It will help me feel your truth better."I hesitated only a second before I obeyed. I lowered myself onto his thighs, my back against his chest. His robes were thin enough that I could feel the heat of his body right away. His hands settled on my waist, holding me steady."Tell me what you did last night after you left," he whispered against my ear. I bit my lip. "I touched myself, Father. I could not stop thinking about your hand on my face. I rubbed my pussy until I came, whispering your name."He groaned low in his throat. I felt his cock twitch and start to harden under me. "You are such a sweet, sinful girl." His hands slid up my sides, then cupped my breasts through my blouse. He squeezed gently, thumbs brushing over my hard nipples. "Does this feel good?""Yes," I moaned. I could not help it. My hips moved on their own, grinding back against his growing hardness. He was so thick. I could feel the shape of him pressing between my ass che
JEZEBEL “Hey, baby,” Jax said warmly. “Still feeling me from last night?”I smiled, cheeks heating. “Mhm.”“My place tonight, eight o’clock. Marcus will be here. Wear something easy to take off.”My breath caught. “Jax…”“I got you,” he murmured gently. “We’ll go slow, making sure you feel safe an
JEZEBEL "Dinner at my place tonight. Seven sharp. Do not be late." That was all Jax said. No please, no extra words. Just that deep commanding tone even through a message.I spent the rest of the day distracted, shifting in my chair because I was already getting wet thinking about what he had plan
JEZEBEL The next afternoon I could not stop thinking about him. My mind was still aching from the night before. I grabbed the old toolbox my uncle had left at our last family thing and used it as my excuse. I texted Jax quickly. "Hey, dropping off something for uncle at your place. You home?" He
JEZEBEL “𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 7-𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞.” I sat across from my best friend Sarah on her couch, a half empty bottle of wine between us. "I've known her for sucking a ridiculous amount of dicks







