Mag-log inNova froze, the pleasure in her body instantly turning into cold, sickening fear. Oh God. Not now. Please, not now."Oh my God," she gasped, trying to pull away from his hand. "My mom,I have to answer,she always checks on me,if I do not answer, she will think something is wrong and call the school."Elias’s gray eyes went dark and wicked,the fear of getting caught seemed to feed his hunger,he did not pull his hand out of her skirt. Instead, he pushed his fingers a little deeper, making her let out a sharp, quiet squeak."Answer it," Elias whispered, his lips brushing against her ear, his warm breath tickling her skin. "But if you make a sound, Nova... think about what she will do."With shaking, sweaty fingers, Nova reached into her bag and grabbed the phone,she swiped the screen and put it to her ear, her whole body trembling as Elias kept his fingers locked inside her, holding them perfectly still, torturing her with the wait."H-hello? Mom?" Nova tried to speak normally, but her v
The studio was dead silent, but to Nova, the quiet felt incredibly loud. The only sound was the soft, low slide of Elias’s shirt sleeves as he stood before her painting,he didn’t look at her,he just stared at the canvas, his jaw set in a hard, rigid line. Nova squeezed her glass of wine, her knuckles turning white from the grip,her heart was beating so hard she was sure he could hear it. Look at me, she thought, her eyes tracing the sharp line of his jaw…stop looking at the canvas and look at me. Just hours ago, she had seen Lila on her knees in his office,the image was burned into her brain. Every time she looked at Elias’s mouth, she remembered the wet, soft sounds from earlier,it made her stomach twist with a sick, heavy heat. She hated him for it,she hated how easy it was for Lila to get to him, and she hated herself for caring. "It is too wild," Elias said. His voice was flat, breaking the silence like cracking ice,he finally turned his head to look at her. "Yo
Nova’s stomach twisted into tight, painful knots as she squeezed the crumpled piece of paper in her hand…stolen art,kicked out of school.The words kept running through her head like a bad dream she couldn’t wake up from. At twenty, she had given everything she had to her art…late nights, dried paint under her fingernails, and dreams that were way too big for her tiny dorm room.And now Lila, with her fake, sweet smile, was trying to steal all of it away.Professor Voss was her only hope,he was a very tough teacher, but he wasn’t blind,he could see real talent…he had to.She didn't even knock,her shaking hand just pushed the heavy office door open,what she saw inside made her freeze instantly.Lila was down on her knees right in the middle of the room,her head was moving up and down in a slow, steady way, her lips wrapped tight around Professor Voss’s cock. Soft, wet, kissing sounds filled the quiet office,Elias had his fingers tangled deep in Lila’s blonde hair, his eyes half-close
The rain was really coming down now, throwing heavy sheets of water against the big glass windows of Rafael’s penthouse. Downstairs, the bass from the club was just a quiet, distant thump, but up here, the silence felt heavy enough to choke on.Zara sat on the edge of the leather couch, her face buried in her hands,she was exhausted.Her body still felt tight and shaky from what had happened in the VIP room, but the adrenaline was gone, leaving her feeling completely empty.Rafael stood by the window, staring out at the city lights blurred by the storm,he had a glass of whiskey in his hand, and he’d taken off his suit jacket,his bare back looked tense, the muscles tight under his skin."You look just like her," Rafael said.He didn't turn around,his voice was quiet, almost flat."Sitting there looking all innocent. That’s exactly how she looked when she took everything from us."Zara sat up, her chest tightening. "Don't talk about my mother,she loved your father, Rafael. She didn't s
By Friday night, The Obsidian felt like it was about to burst.The air downstairs hung thick with cologne, spilled drinks, and sweat,the bass thumped so hard through the floor that Zara felt it in her teeth. She moved through the VIP section with her tray, legs aching, her body still sore in the best and worst ways,her underwear was already damp, a constant reminder of what Rafael had done to her on the bar two nights ago.She felt his eyes on her before she saw him.Rafael stood near the heavy velvet curtains by the private hallway, arms crossed,he didn’t look angry tonight,he looked starvingHe gave her a quick, sharp nod toward VIP Room 3.Zara’s heart slammed against her ribs,she set her tray on an empty table and walked past the security guard, legs heavy. The moment she stepped inside, the door clicked shut behind her, cutting the noise of the club in half,the small room glowed with a faint violet light along the ceiling. There was a leather sofa, but Rafael never let her rea
By the time the club finally emptied out at three in the morning, Zara’s feet were throbbing.The heavy bass had stopped, leaving a ringing silence in her ears,the main floor of The Obsidian smelled like spilled liquor, melted ice, and stale perfume.She stood behind the long mahogany bar, putting away the last clean glasses when she heard the heavy sound of boots hitting the floor.She didn't need to look up to know who it was,the air always felt heavier when Rafael entered the room."You’re still here," Rafael said, stopping on the other side of the bar,he had rolled up the sleeves of his black shirt, exposing his forearms."I'm finishing my shift," Zara said, keeping her eyes down,her body was still tight and frustrated from what he had done to her in his office hours ago. The ache hadn't gone away, it had just turned into a dull, angry pulse between her thighs. "I want every dollar counted properly.""Look at me when I speak to you, Zara."Zara snapped her chin up, glaring at him
Sophia couldn’t believe her eyes. Rachel had been her best friend for years, the one person she told everything to, earlier that day Rachel texted saying she had a surprise and asked her to come over, Sophia grabbed a bottle of wine and drove to the family house happily with the intention of seein
The knocking on the hotel door got louder, sharp and angry, Laura froze against Victoria, her eyes filled with panic. Her thighs were still sticky from everything they'd done, her body still buzzing. "It's him," she whispered, voice shaking. "What do we do?"Victoria stayed calm, her hand stroking
Victoria's fingers kept working deep inside Laura, pushing and curling just right, Laura clung to her, gasping and shaking, her pussy gripping tight around those fingers like she never wanted them to leave, Juices ran down Victoria's hand, warm and slick, as Laura's hips jerked forward on their own
Victoria quietly opened the door to her luxurious apartment, hoping to surprise her husband after cutting her business trip short by two days. She missed the warmth of home, the feeling of being wanted, the company demanded everything from her, but tonight she just wanted to feel close to the man







