تسجيل الدخولKOURTNEY My heart was pounding hard against my ear drums in a wild way as he rubbed his head slowly over my burning slit. Silas looked down at me, his face a mask of concentrated hunger, and I knew there was no going back. He wasn’t going to stop, and God help me, I didn’t even want him to. Not now. Not when it felt like my entire vision was beginning to swim in ecstasy. Not now when my entire body was burning with an intense, reckless need. He reached down, his fingers properly guiding his cock to my entrance. I gasped loudly, my eyes instinctively flying to the door, expecting Henderson to burst in at any second. Silas didn't even look bothered. He just hovered above me, eyes keenly watching me, his thumb tracing the line of my jaw as he began to push in. He moved inch by inch in a very slow and torturous invasion that made my breath hitch. I felt my insides clenching around him, my muscles acting like a trap. It felt like he was stretching me to my absolute limit, f
KOURTNEY The air in the office had become thick, charged with the kind of electricity that precedes a massive storm. Silas didn't give me time to think, let alone catch my breath. He leaned down slowly, his gaze locked on mine, and when his lips finally met mine, it wasn't a question. It was a takeover. His tongue parted my lips with a practiced, smooth confidence, and I melted straight into him, savoring the fresh, minty taste of his mouth mixed with an intoxicating taste of coffee. His hand wrapped around my waist in a possessive, iron hold, pulling me flush against his suit. He leaned into me, deepening the kiss until our noses bumped and the world outside that door ceased to exist. I reached up, my fingers clawing at his crisp white collar, desperate to pull him closer. That’s when I felt it—the hard, rigid, unmistakable length of him pressing firmly against my lower abdomen. My breath caught somewhere at the back of my throat. I broke the kiss abruptly, breathless
KOURTNEY I stood in the center of the living room with Tessa who was currently going over the details of how her day out with Chase was going to be like. But I couldn't bring myself to share in her enthusiasm. I was too busy trying to keep my hands from shaking as I clutched the handle of my leather tote bag so tightly my knuckles were white. Every second felt like an hour. Tessa finally seemed to notice we'd probably been waiting for long. She began pacing beside me, checking her watch. "Ugh, what is taking him so long?" she groaned, tossing her hair over her shoulder. "He’s usually the one lecturing me about being on time. Now he’s the one holding up the show." She glanced at me, noticing my rigid posture. "Hey, don't worry, Kourt. I'll go fetch him right away. He’s probably stuck on a phone call with some business associate." Just as Tessa turned toward the stairs, she stopped and chuckled. "Oh, there you are. Finally decided to join us, oh great leader?" I followed her g
KOURTNEY Tessa came bouncing down the stairs like she hadn't just been unconscious for the better part of the afternoon. She looked fresh, her skin glowing, and she had this wide, innocent grin that made the guilt in my chest feel like it was trying to crush me. I forced a smile, tucking a stray hair behind my ear, trying to look like a girl who hadn't just been tasting her friend’s father’s mouth two minutes ago. "Look who finally decided to join the land of the living," I said, my voice only cracking a tiny bit. I tried for a teasing tone. "I was starting to think you were doing a total marathon with that nap. I was just about to call the Guinness World Records." Tessa laughed, rubbing her eyes as she reached the bottom step. She waved a hand at Silas, who was standing by the kitchen island, looking so composed it was actually infuriating. "Hey, sleepyhead," Silas called out. He really sounded so normal. So dad-ish. I would give it to him, he was good at tucking in his f
KOURTNEY The evening light had turned into a bruised purple, casting long, dramatic shadows across the expansive living room. I was curled up on the oversized velvet sectional, my legs tucked under me and my earbuds pushed in tight. I was currently trying to lose myself in some mindless romantic comedy, but my eyes kept drifting to the sliding glass doors, back to the memory of what happened earlier—the man who seemed to haunt every corner of this house. Tessa was upstairs, completely dead to the world. We had spent the afternoon walking through what felt like fifty rooms, and by the time we hit the third floor, she’d crashed onto her bed, claiming she needed a ‘quick’ nap that had currently lasted three hours. Suddenly, a shadow fell over me. I didn't even have time to look up before I felt the warmth of someone leaning over the back of the sofa. A pair of lips pressed a soft, lingering kiss right onto the center of my head. "Hey, princess," a low voice murmured. I froz
KOURTNEY "It's nice to make your acquaintance, Mr—" I started, my voice suddenly sounding like it belonged to someone else, someone far more poised than the girl currently burning in a wild, unfamiliar way. "Silas," he interrupted softly, his voice cutting through my formal tone like a hot knife through butter. "Please, Kourtney. Call me Silas. Mister makes me feel like I’m about to give a corporate lecture, and I’m clearly not dressed for it." He gave a small, pointed look down at the towel around his waist, and the memory of what was underneath it flashed in my mind like a strobe light. I felt the heat rush to my face again, a deep, traitorous crimson color. "Right. Silas," I managed to say, the name feeling like lead on my tongue. Tessa didn't notice a thing. She was already in high-gear mode, grabbing my wrist with a hand that smelled like cream and vegetables. "Okay, enough with the polite introductions! Come on, Kourt. I have like, a year’s worth of gossip to dump on
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
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
ELARAThe heavy iron door clicked shut behind me, sealing out the damp, gasoline-scented air of the Bronx and locking me into a world where the rules of the Vance empire no longer applied. I followed a silent, masked attendant down a narrow corridor lined with peeling wallpaper and the faint, met
ELARAI sat in the solitude of my Upper East Side penthouse, staring out at the rough skyline of Manhattan. At thirty, I was supposed to be in my prime, a woman whose beauty was weaponized and celebrated. Instead, I felt like a delicate museum piece behind glass.My husband, Lorenzo Vance, was the







