MasukCLAIRE I parted my lips open, my knees sinking deeper into the carpet. Grey's smirked stretched a dark widely across his face as he reached down and gently tapped the thick, glistening head of his cock against my lips. I inhaled him deeply on instinct. The musk smell of his essence—an intoxicating blend of expensive cologne, raw heat, and the salty scent of his earlier encounter—filtered straight into my nose. It made my throat instantly dry with an undeniable thirst. He pushed forward, and I widened my mouth as far as I could to accommodate more of his length. My lips wrapped tightly around his shaft, my tongue automatically reaching out to lap at something hard and cold resting at the underside of his cock. It tasted distinctly like metal. A piercing. Of course. A ruthless, sadistic, power-hungry man like him would have his dick pierced. I sucked him in deeper, hollowing out my cheeks to create a tight vacuum as I drew his throbbing length all the way down into my throat. H
CLAIRE I felt the unmistakable bulge of his hard-on pressing directly against the crack in my ass through my skirt. I hadn't even noticed he was sprouting a tent right until now. By all sane logic, I should have felt irritated, terrified, and angry. I should have shoved him away and bolted for the door. But all rational thoughts seemed to have evaporated from my mind the second I made contact with his bulge. My brain seemed to have turned to mush. The only part of my mind still functioning was solely focused on the feeling of his thick, rigid cock pressing firmly into my behind. "I... I don't understand what you mean, Mr. Grey," I managed to say, my voice slightly unstable and breathless. He slowly turned me around until I was facing him. His hooded eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that made my knees wobble. "You understand exactly what I mean, Claire," he murmured, his voice carrying that dangerous confidence. "I know you're a very smart woman. Don't play dumb with me.
CLAIRE I cleared my throat, forcing my hands to stop trembling in my lap. "So... about the interview, Mr. Grey..." He chuckled. It was a low dark sound that vibrated straight through the air. Then he leaned in further, staring at me in a way that made me feel instantly exposed and embarrassed, like he was looking right through my clothes. "Straight to business, huh?" he murmured, his dark brows lifting with amusement. I chewed nervously at my bottom lip, furiously digging my teeth over the skin. It was what I always did whenever I felt anxious, and this man—this monster I had just walked in on fucking a woman over his desk—was making me feel more nervous than I had ever been in my entire life. Again, the memory of his thick, veining cock driving into that woman flashed through my memory with such a force that made me wince. Suddenly, Grey stood up from his leather chair. I looked up at him, puzzled and on high alert, watching his every move. He slowly rounded his desk, his s
CLAIRE I opened my mouth to speak, desperately trying to find the words to break the suffocating shock, but Justin beat me to it "It seems we've interrupted your very important meeting," he said, his voice laced with a bitter edge. I looked back and forth between father and son in confusion, my mind still reeling from what we had just walked in on. Grey's dark brows tugged inward, a bored and nonchalant expression settling over his sharp features. "You have," he replied smoothly, clearly unbothered by his son's tone. Then he turned his attention away from Justin and looked directly at me. Our eyes locked across the room, the intensity of his taunting gaze making the breath catch in my throat. "And you had to interrupt just when we were in the crucial part of making important decisions," he added, his voice carrying a subtle meaning that would have gone right over my head if I didn't know any better. I watched out of the corner of my eye as my fiance's jaw clenched so hard I t
CLAIRE For the hundredth time, I smoothed invisible wrinkles down my skirt with one hand while Justin's fingers tightened securely around my other hand. Then I drew in a deep, shaky breath, watching the floor numbers light up above the sleek metallic door. I wasn't claustrophobic, but the simple fact that we were currently stuck in a high-speed elevator riding up to the 42nd floor of Grey House was causing all my nerves to tangle into tight knots. "Come on, babe," Justin said softly, turning his head to look at me. "You need to calm down." I forced a tight smile that didn't quite reach my eyes and looked up at my fiance. "Well, if you haven't noticed, Justin, I am completely calm." Silence settled over us for a few agonizing seconds as the elevator continued its smooth, quiet ascent. I squeezed my eyes shut, released Justin's hand, and let out a sharp exhale. "Fine," I admitted, my shoulders dropping. "I am scared out of my mind. And why shouldn't I be? Everyone in this entire
LUNA Arnold worked his fingers inside my soaking wet pussy with a relentless, rhythm, causing me to shut my eyes tight as I savored every single second of the feel of him finger-fucking me senseless. The water lapping around my waist did nothing to cool down the intense heat burning through my entire body. I felt the pleasure building quickly within me, coiling tighter and tighter in my lower stomach like a heavy spring, pulling my consciousness deeper until it felt like I was being dragged straight underneath the water. I genuinely didn't know if I was losing my balance or if my legs were just turning into pure jelly, but I knew for sure that if it wasn't for Arnold's solid frame anchoring me firmly against the pool wall, I would have definitely slipped down and drowned. He kept finger fucking me under the water, steadily increasing his pace with every passing second. His knuckles brushed against my wet entrance as he drove his fingers deep, curling them upward against that exac
MELANIELucas stood up from the couch in one smooth, predatory motion and began walking over to me, his intense hazel eyes completely fixed on mine. The sheer size of him seemed to grow with every step he took toward the love seat, his heavy, combat-booted feet clicking against the hardwood floor
MELANIE Coming down the stairs, my heart pounded so wildly in my chest I genuinely felt like the organ was going to burst right through my ribs. The house was dead quiet except for the low, rumbling murmur coming from the living room. I heard their voices even before I reached the bottom step. I
MELANIE Ever since I was a little girl, my mom had always warned me of one thing—boys. “Be careful, Mel. They could ruin your life,” she’d always tell me, her voice dripping with the bitter residue of her own failed relationships. But there was one thing she’d never cautioned me about—Men. Sh
MELANIE Shoving me roughly down onto my knees, Lucas smirked down at me, lifting his dark, perfectly arched brows as he towered over my trembling form. The hardwood floor bit unapologetically into my bare knees, but I barely even felt it. My entire focus was completely locked on what was happ







