เข้าสู่ระบบROXANNE Aston gave me one of those devastatingly cruel smirks of his as he pushed off the doorframe and walked slowly toward me. I swallowed hard, my throat feeling dry as bone, and looked up at him as he closed the distance between us. The air in the kitchen felt instantly tiny, his tall frame taking up every bit of space until there was nowhere else for me to look. "You must hate it, right?" he asked in a low, gravelly tone. I frowned, taking a small step back until my spine hit the edge of the kitchen counter. "Hate what?" Aston sighed softly, leaning back casually against the counter right beside me. He looked so much in place there, completely relaxed, acting like this was totally normal—cornering me in the kitchen late at night, and talking to me like he was actually my sweet stepfather. As though he was not a man who regularly came over to fuck my foster mother until the whole house shook with her loud shrieks and his deep grunts. "Come on, Roxanne," he murmured, til
ROXANNE From this tiny crack in my bedroom wall, I could see everything. My stepfather, Aston, was slamming into my foster mother, his cock driving deep into her cunt. They were naked, tangled together on the bed, moving in sync while the sound of skin slapping skin haunted every corner of the house. Aston’s broad hands had hers pinned high above her head, his firm waist rolling in a practiced pace as he fucked her into the abyss. As usual, Beck's moan was all over the place, vibrating the thin walls of the whole house. She didn't care that I was just a room away. Who was I kidding? She had never cared. Sometimes, I felt like she did it on purpose—just to taunt me. “Fuck, Aston! Your big cock is tearing me!” she screamed out loud. “You like it, huh?” Aston growled back in response. “Yes, yes! I'm cumming!” she cried out in such a raw tone. “Then let go for me,” he replied in a gruff tone. I leaned my forehead against the cracked wall, my breath catching in my dry throat. A
CLAIRE 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
MELANIE Liam’s hand came up to lightly stroke the bottom of my soft lips, his thick thumb tracing the curve of my mouth with a heavy pressure that made my entire jaw tremble. He leaned down, his face closing the final distance, and kissed me.God, it was everything I had ever imagined during those
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







