로그인◆◆◆ Chapter 2 ◆◆◆"Over my dead body are you installing LED floors."Damien threw the renovation specs on the conference table with enough force that several pages fluttered to the floor. "It's what millennials want…""I AM a millennial! And nobody wants to feel like they're dancing on a goddamn video game!" I stood so fast my chair scraped back. I paced the length of the conference room, arms crossed tight. "Your obsession with 'innovation' is going to bankrupt us.""Your obsession with 'atmosphere' is going to bore us to death." He checked his watch, the face catching the overhead light. "We've been arguing for an hour. You know what that means."Heat flooded through me —liquid, immediate, humiliating in how predictable it had become. My thighs clenched on instinct."Your place or mine?" I asked, voice already lower."Yours. Mine's being renovated.""Of course it is."We fought all the way to my apartment.In the underground garage he crowded me against his car before I could even o
◆◆◆ Chapter 1 ◆◆◆"Absolutely not."I stared at the lawyer, certain I'd misheard. "What do you mean, fifty percent?""Your uncle's will was explicit. You inherit half of Voltage nightclub. The other half goes to Mr. Reeves." The lawyer gestured to the man lounging in the opposite chair, all dark hair touched with silver at the temples, sharp jaw, expensive suit, and an infuriating smirk.Damien Reeves. Forty-two years old. My uncle's business partner and closest friend. Known for hostile takeovers, risky investments, and getting whatever he wanted.I was twenty-six and had been managing the club's books for two years. I knew Voltage inside and out."So buy me out," I said."Can't afford it. Your uncle was generous with valuations." His smile widened. "Looks like we're partners, Monroe.""Over my dead body.""That can be arranged."Three hours later, we were screaming at each other in Voltage's office."You want to replace the bartenders with automated systems?" I threw his proposal ac
Chapter 2 Shirley’s POVI knew exactly what I was doing.Ryan was sweet. Stable. The kind of man who looked good on paper with a steady job, nice car, polite to my parents. In bed? Vanilla to the point of boredom. He’d eat me out for exactly three minutes like it was a chore, fuck me missionary for four, come with a quiet grunt, roll over, and start snoring. Every. Single. Time. No variation. No edge. No danger.But his little brother?Nineteen. Freshman-year energy. Starving in a way that made my clit throb just from the way he looked at me the second he walked through the door — like he wanted to drop to his knees, bury his face between my thighs, and never come up for air. Hung like a fucking dream, I’d clocked the thick outline in his jeans the first night. And the hunger in his eyes? It made my pussy clench every time he shifted uncomfortably at the dinner table.Catching him jerking off to my bikini photos was the hottest thing that had happened to me in years. The sight of him
Chapter 1 Calvin’s POVI stepped through the front door of my childhood home carrying two duffel bags and the bone-deep exhaustion of freshman year finals, only to freeze in the foyer when I saw her.Shirley.Twenty-six, corporate lawyer, legs for days that ended in sky-high stilettos even at home, and wearing one of my older brother Ryan’s crisp white dress shirts like it was the sluttiest lingerie on earth. The top three buttons were undone, revealing the inner curves of her full breasts and the lemon lace edge of a bra that barely contained them. She smiled, and extended a manicured hand.“Nice to finally meet you, Calvin.”Her voice was smooth whiskey poured over ice. Ryan grinned like an idiot beside her, flashing the diamond solitaire on her ring finger like it was a trophy. I shook her hand. Her skin was warm, fingers lingering a heartbeat too long. My cock twitched instantly, thickening against my jeans before I could even process the betrayal.I hated how hard I got. I hate
Chapter 3 Nick’s POVThat threesome was the hottest night of my life.Watching Zara take both of us, her stepfather and her stepbrother, her lithe body trembling and glistening between us, moaning like she’d been born to be split open on family cock… I’d never come so hard. The sight of her lips stretched around McLane’s shaft while I pounded her dripping pussy from behind, the way her eyes rolled back every time we synced our thrusts, the obscene wet sounds filling the room…it burned itself into my brain. I replayed it on loop all morning at the gym, cock half-hard in my shorts, counting reps just to keep from thinking too hard about how badly I wanted more.By early afternoon I couldn’t wait any longer.I came home early from the gym, sweat-soaked tank clinging to my chest, gym bag hitting the floor the second I saw Zara alone in the living room. She was sprawled on the couch in nothing but one of my old football jerseys, too big, slipping off one shoulder, hem barely covering the
Chapter 2Zara’s POVI woke up deliciously sore, my thighs bruised from gripping McLane’s hips, pussy swollen and still tingling with the memory of him filling me three times last night. Every shift of my hips sent a sweet ache through me, a filthy reminder that I wasn’t a virgin anymore. I wasn’t innocent. I was ruined in the best possible way, and I was already addicted.I needed more before I left for Vegas in four days.Morning light filtered through my curtains when McLane woke me the way I’d dreamed about for years: his broad shoulders parting my thighs, hot mouth sealing over my clit. He licked me slow and reverent at first, long, dragging strokes through my folds, tasting the remnants of his own cum from the night before. Then he sucked hard, two thick fingers sliding inside me, curling against that spot that made my back bow off the mattress. I came with a muffled cry into my pillow, thighs clamping around his head, gushing against his tongue.He didn’t let me recover.He fli
◆◆◆ Chapter 7 ◆◆◆~ Anne McGiver ~How could he have thought I wouldn’t know?The moment he sank into me — slow, deliberate, stretching me open with that exact measured patience I’d written about in Fantasy #3… I knew. The way he rolled his hips, grinding deep enough to kiss my cervix before pullin
◆◆◆ Chapter 5 ◆◆◆~ Anne McGiver ~My heart started racing, pulse thudding between my legs.“What is it?” Mia asked, trying to peek over my shoulder.I showed her the mask and the invitation, my hands trembling slightly.“It’s probably from a desperate fan”I was still looking at it, already imagin
◆◆◆ Chapter 1 ◆◆◆The heavy iron door groaned open, and Melinda was dragged into the dimly lit underground hall like a lamb to slaughter. Her wrists were bound behind her back with rough rope that bit cruelly into her skin, the coarse fibers scraping with every futile twist. The man gripping her up
◆◆◆ Chapter 3 ◆◆◆~ Anne McGiver ~I screamed the moment my bedroom door closed behind me.It was not a delicate, feminine sound. It was raw and frustrated and came from somewhere deep in my chest. I threw my bag across the room, watching with grim satisfaction as it hit the wall and my books spill







