LOGINBELCALIS He leaned in despite my little protests, his scent overwhelming me in the small space. He tried to capture my lips, but I pushed him back, my hands flat against his hard chest. "You’re a maniac, Kade Carter." "That makes two of us," he murmured, standing up and reaching out a hand. "My room. Now. Unless you want to take the risk of Ivy waking up to the sound of you moaning my name." I let out a shaky sigh, defeated by my own traitorous body. I slipped out of bed, my nightgown sliding against my skin, and followed the shadow of the man I was supposed to hate out into the hallway. Kade’s room was nothing but a sanctuary of dark wallpapers and the scent of expensive cologne. It was uniquely him—dark and exquisite. The second the door clicked shut, every single piece of my morality dropped. Kade picked me up swiftly and tossed me onto the center of his king-sized bed causing me to bounce with a small devilish laugh. The sheets were crisp, neat, and smelled exactly li
BELCALIS I scrambled off the island with the speed of a deer. My heart wasn't just leaping, it was trying to claw its way out of my throat. I practically fell to the floor, my legs feeling like jelly as I scrambled to pick up my panties and my denim shorts. I swiftly put on the shorts while I pocketed my pants. My fingers were shaking so violently I could barely manage to do the last button on the shorts, my breath coming in short, harsh hitches. Kade was faster, naturally. He was already leaning against the opposite counter by the time I managed to snap my fly shut, though his eyes were still dark, swimming with an unfinished hunger that made my skin crawl and burn. I frantically raked my fingers through my hair, trying to smooth out the mess he’d made of it, praying my face wasn't as flushed as it felt. Ivy finally rounded the corner, her arms full of brown paper shopping bags. She stopped dead in her tracks, her gaze darting from me—standing awkwardly by the sink—to Kad
BELCALIS The tropical air of Hawaii was supposed to be a balm for my shredded soul according to my best friend, but as the private jet touched down, all I felt was a hollow ache in my chest. Two weeks ago, I had walked into my boyfriend’s office to surprise him with lunch, only to find him pressed against his mahogany desk with his ‘senior associate’ wrapped around his waist. The image was immediately burned into my retinas. I couldn't shake it off even if I tried. I mean, how does one pretend they didn't see what had been right there? "Belcalis, look at this place! Stop brooding and breathe," Ivy chirped, swinging her designer tote as we pulled up to a sprawling, modern mansion tucked away in a gated estate. I must confess, the house was a masterpiece of glass and white stone, overlooking a turquoise cove that looked too blue to be real. Inside the house was even more magnificent. The ceiling was easily twenty feet high, and the scent of expensive scented candles filled
DEVON The steam from the coffee maker rose in a swirling white cloud, blurring the kitchen window for a second. I stood there, leaning against the counter, my hands wrapped around a ceramic mug that didn't quite provide enough heat for the chill in my bones. It was a Tuesday morning in the middle of a brutal January. Most importantly, it was winter, the kind of winter that makes the house feel too big and the silence feel too heavy. Four years. It had been four years since I lost Rick, and sometimes it felt like it was four minutes. Grief isn't a straight line; it’s a circle that keeps bringing you back to the same empty spot on the bed. I missed his lopsided smile, the way his voice sounded before his first cup of coffee, and God, I missed his touch. Lately, the ache has changed. It wasn't just the sadness anymore; it was now more like a physical hunger that kept me up at night. I’d started touching myself under the heavy quilts, trying to remember what it f
ISABELLA The air in the cramped, dimly lit public bathroom smelled of industrial bleach and the heavy, musky scent of arousal. My pulse was drumming in my ears, and my silk dress was bunched up around my waist in a messy heap of fabric. My breasts were fully exposed, my nipples tight and aching as the cool air hit them, but I didn't care about the cold. I only cared about the two men watching me with predatory hunger. Harper and Balor. One was the man I was supposed to be loyal to, and the other was the man who had been tempting me for months. Now, I was caught between them, and I had never felt more alive. I reached out, my hands trembling as I gripped both of their lengths. They were already rock-hard, jerking against my palms. I leaned forward, starting with Harper. I slid my lips over the broad, chocolate-brown head of his cock, swirling my tongue around the ridge before taking him deep. He let out a low, guttural growl, his fingers digging into my hair to guide my
REBECCA The smell of the coffee shop usually made me feel grounded, but right now, the aroma of roasted beans was being drowned out by the pungent scent of sweat and raw sex. I was pinned against the cold, tiled wall of the employee bathroom, my breath hitching as my boss, Mr. Sterling, loomed over me like a shadow. He didn't look like the professional man who ran the most successful cafe in the district anymore. His tie was loosened, his sleeves were rolled up to reveal corded forearms, and his eyes were dark with a hunger that both terrified and thrilled me. "You’ve been asking for this all week, haven't you, Rebecca?" he growled, his voice a low vibration against my skin. He smelled like the black coffee he drank by the gallon and the salty heat of a man who had reached his breaking point. I couldn't even answer. My skirt was up around my waist, and my lace panties were somewhere on the floor. He grabbed my hips with hands that felt like iron, bruising my skin as he p
CLARAI couldn't bring myself to respond. I was exhausted. Far too exhausted. Tyler didn't unbind me. He didn't offer a towel to wipe away the mess. Instead, he walked back to the desk in the centre of the room and picked up the fourth device.This one was different. It looked like a web of silver
SLOANE The Florida sun was a relentless, oppressive weight against the back of my neck as I hauled the heavy canvas bags from the trunk of my Audi A3 Sedan. Forty-two years old, and I still insisted on carrying all the groceries in one trip—a stubborn streak that my husband, Jordan, always found
ROONEY The pace of her mouth sucking on my dick synced perfectly with my own relentless thrusts. It was becoming almost unbearable, like an electric spike of pleasure that threatened to end everything even before I was ready. My breath was coming in ragged, shallow hitches, and the sound of her m
DEREKI looked at the heavy door, then back at Leila. A voice in my head tried to dissuade me. The badge on my belt felt like a branding iron, hot and heavy, trying to snap me back to be the rational man I was. But the fire in my veins was hotter. I knew the protocol. I knew the oaths I’d sworn. B







