LOGINLisaSitting on the couch and leaning against Daddyโs arm with my head on his shoulder, my feet tucked up beside me, and a blanket covering us both, we simply appeared close and comfortable. A Step-dad and his 20-year-old daughter cuddled up, enjoying a family bonding moment.We were bonding all right. The blanket masked the fact that Daddy had his hand down the front of my sweatpants with two of his thick, rough fingers sliding in and out of my drenched pussy.Yup, we had that kind of relationship.The night after my twentieth birthday, Daddy had caught me masturbating nude on the couch with a double-penetration vibrator. Everyone should have been asleep, leaving the living room to me so I could have some naughty on-the-sly fun.Iโd done it many times before without ever being caught, but that night, Daddy had woken up and wanted something to drink. Iโd been too into my pleasure and fighting against the need to moan to notice him standing there staring at me. When I finally noticed,
ELENA We were in Julianโs kitchen when the front door opened.I was wearing one of his white shirts and nothing else. His hand rested on my bare thigh while he made coffee. The quiet domesticity of it felt more dangerous than any of the nights we had stolen.My father stepped into the doorway and stopped cold.The silence that followed was absolute.Julianโs hand fell away from my leg. I stood up too fast. The shirt only reached mid-thigh. There was no way to pretend this was innocent.My fatherโs face went through shock, then disbelief, then something that looked a lot like grief.โWhat the hell is this?โJulianโs voice stayed even. โMarcusโฆโโDonโt.โ My fatherโs eyes moved from my bare legs to Julianโs face and back again. โTell me Iโm not seeing what I think Iโm seeing.โI found my voice first. โDadโฆโโHow long?โNeither of us answered right away. The truth sat heavy in the air between the three of us.โHow long?โ he repeated, louder.โA few weeks,โ Julian said.My fatherโs laugh
ELENA Three weeks of stolen nights had changed the shape of everything between us.We had learned each otherโs bodies in hotel rooms, the back of his car and once on the desk in his office after everyone had left. That Thursday he texted me an address I didnโt recognize and one line.Come when youโre ready. Trust me.โโโโโโโThe place was a quiet loft on the edge of the city. Julian opened the door himself. Behind him stood another man.Tall. Dark hair. Sharp eyes that took me in without surprise. Julianโs hand settled on the small of my back as he closed the door.โThis is Elias,โ Julian said. โHe knows. Heโs been around the edges of the situation for a while.โElias gave me a small nod, his expression unreadable.โNice to meet you.โI looked between them, still trying to understand what exactly I had walked into.โOh, sheโs the little bitch who thinks she can scream the whole hotel down?โโJulian has told you everything?โโItโs a secret between us,โ Julian interrupted. โElias is
ELENA I texted him three days later, at eleven at night.I stared at his name on my screen for almost a full minute before I finally typed.| We can't keep pretending we don't need each other. |I nearly deleted it.Instead, I pressed send and tossed my phone onto the bed.For the next few seconds, nothing happened.Then my phone buzzed.I grabbed it so quickly my heart jumped.| THE SINCLAIR HOTEL. ROOM 1402. THE KEY WILL BE AT THE DESK UNDER THE NAME CARTER. |I read the message twice.There was no question. No hesitation. No attempt to talk me out of it.Just an address and a room number.My stomach tightened.I sat there for another minute, staring at the screen while every sensible thought in my head told me to stay exactly where I was because it felt like a trap but I ignored all.By the time I reached the hotel, it was well past midnight. The lobby was almost empty, the polished floors reflecting the soft yellow lights overhead. I kept my head down as I approached the front de
ELENA Two days later I walked into his office after six with a thin folder in my hand and no real excuse that would hold up under pressure.The floor was quiet. Most of the lights were already off. His assistantโs desk sat empty. I didnโt knock. I just pushed the door open and stepped inside.Julian looked up from his laptop. Whatever he had been about to say died the second he saw me.โElena.โโWhatโฆโโI brought the contracts Dad asked about.โHe closed the laptop slowly. โYour father could have emailed them.โโI know.โI set the folder on the edge of his desk and stayed standing. He rose from his chair like the movement cost him something. The door was still open behind me. He walked past, shut it, and locked it without a word.The sound of the lock turned the air thicker.โYou shouldnโt be here,โ he said.โYou told me if I touched you again you wouldnโt stop.โโThat was not an invitation.โโIt felt like one.โHe came around the desk until only a few feet separated us. His tie was
ELENAThe door to the dining room clicked shut, and the quiet of the penthouse stretched between us like a held breath.My father was still on the phone with Tokyo. I could hear the low murmur of his voice.That left me alone with Julian Vance.He stopped three feet away. Close enough that I could smell the faint trace of his cologne and the whisky he had barely touched.โYou need to stop,โ he said.I turned.โStop what?โโLooking at me like that.โMy pulse kicked hard against my throat.โLike what?โHe didnโt answer right away. His eyes moved over my face the way they never used to, like he was cataloguing every detail and hating himself for it.The black dress I had chosen sat low on my shoulders. I had worn it on purpose.I wanted him to notice.โYouโre twenty-four,โ he said finally.โI know.โโThen you need to start acting like it.โI took one step closer.He didnโt move back.That was the first real mistake of the night.โIโve been acting like it since I turned 24,โ I said. โYou
JEZEBEL My phone would not stop blowing up. Missed calls from my uncle. Texts asking where I was. I tried to play it cool when my uncle called again. "Hey, sorry I missed you. I was out late with friends. Is everything okay?"His voice sounded off. "We need to talk, Lila. In person. Come by my p
JEZEBEL โHey, baby,โ Jax said warmly. โStill feeling me from last night?โI smiled, cheeks heating. โMhm.โโMy place tonight, eight oโclock. Marcus will be here. Wear something easy to take off.โMy breath caught. โJaxโฆโโI got you,โ he murmured gently. โWeโll 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 โ๐๐ก๐จ๐ฏ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ 7-๐ข๐ง๐๐ก๐๐ฌ ๐ฆ๐จ๐ง๐ฌ๐ญ๐๐ซ ๐๐จ๐๐ค ๐ข๐ง๐ญ๐จ ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐ฐ๐๐ญ ๐ญ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐ฉ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ฒ ๐๐ก๐๐ง๐ ๐๐ ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐ฅ๐ข๐๐.โ 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







