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BOOK 16 - SUGAR DADDY
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Forbidden Confession:- An Extra Spicy Erotica Collection BOOK 16 - SUGAR DADDY
"Can I get you anything else, Mr. Vance?" I asked, my voice polite, professional. The question was a formality. He was Silas Vance. A billionaire. Owner of this entire private jet. He had everything.He sat in a leather armchair, a glass of amber liquid in his hand. The only other person on the flight was his pilot, locked in the cockpit, a wall away. It was just him and me. And the silence. The kind of silence that feels heavy and thick.He was older. Forty-five, maybe fifty. His hair was silver at the temples, but his body was lean and hard under his expensive suit. His eyes, the color of a cold, deep ocean, watched me from over the rim of his glass. I felt my skin prickle under his gaze."Yes, Jessica," he said, his voice a low rumble. My name, spoken by him, felt like a brand. He set his drink down on the small table beside him. "You can come over here and sit with me."My breath hitched. My training manual didn't cover this. "I'm sorry, sir? I have duties to attend to."He chuckl
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He pushed into me, a slow, deliberate invasion. My breath hitched, a strangled gasp leaving my lips. His cock was thick, filling me instantly, stretching me. It was a familiar ache, a remembered fullness from just hours ago, yet it felt new. More brutal. More possessive. He didn't thrust immediately. He just stayed there, buried to the hilt, staring down at me, his eyes burning with a possessive fire."You're mine, Everly. In his bed, on his couch, in his fucking car if I want. You're mine."Then he started to move. Slowly at first, a deep, grinding thrust that sent a jolt straight through me. I bit my lip to stop a cry. The couch cushions squeaked beneath us. Every thrust was a new invasion, a powerful reminder of his size, his strength, his absolute claim. My hips arched, instinctively meeting his rhythm, betraying me."Look at me," he growled, grabbing my chin, forcing my eyes to meet his. "Don't look away. I want to see you break for me."He pulled out almost completely, just enou
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The sound of Landon’s office door clicking open was like a starter pistol. Panic, cold and sharp, shot through my veins, overriding the languid, post-orgasmic haze. I scrambled off the bed, my limbs slick and trembling. The evidence of my betrayal was everywhere—my torn nightgown on the floor, the damp, cooling mess on the sheets, the scent of Kael’s sweat and my own arousal thick in the air.My heart hammered against my ribs as I snatched my robe from the floor, pulling it on and tying the sash with fumbling fingers. I heard Landon’s footsteps on the stairs, slow and even. He was going to the kitchen. I had seconds.With frantic, desperate movements, I ripped the soiled sheets from the bed, balling them up and shoving them deep into the bottom of my laundry hamper, praying he wouldn’t notice the bare mattress. I grabbed the torn silk of my nightgown and buried it under the other clothes. My body still ached, a deep, throbbing reminder of Kael’s possession. I could still feel him insi
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His words hung in the air, a promise and a threat all at once. My mind screamed at me to run, to slap his hand away, to scream for Landon. But my body was a traitor, rooted to the spot, leaning into his touch as if he were the sun and I were a desperate, wilting flower.His knuckles pressed a little harder against the swell of my breast, a slow, deliberate motion. It wasn’t a caress; it was an assessment. A claim. His eyes, dark and bottomless, held mine, watching for my reaction. He saw the way my breath hitched, the way my pupils dilated. He saw my surrender before I had even consciously given it.“See?” he whispered, his voice a low, gravelly vibration that I felt in my bones. “So easy. All it takes is a little attention.”“Kael, no,” I breathed, the words a pathetic attempt at resistance, a lie even to my own ears. “We can’t. This is wrong.”“Is it?” he asked, his hand sliding up from my breast, his fingers tangling in the hair at the nape of my neck, tilting my head back. His oth
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The silence in the house was a physical thing, thick and suffocating. It was broken only by the rhythmic click-clack of Landon’s keyboard from the home office. My husband. The man who was supposedly my partner in all things, yet here I was, alone in our king-sized bed, feeling a familiar ache deep in my belly. An ache he hadn't touched, or even seemed to notice, in weeks.My hand slid down from my stomach, over the silk of my nightgown, and between my legs. It was a lazy, frustrated touch at first. I squeezed my thighs together, trying to imagine it was him, that he’d finally closed his laptop and remembered he had a wife. But the fantasy was hollow. Landon’s touch, when it came, was always so… perfunctory. Efficient. Like he was checking an item off a to-do list.My fingers found my clit through the thin fabric of my panties. I was already wet. My own body, always ready, always hopeful, betraying me. I closed my eyes and let my imagination take over, picturing a man who wasn't Landon
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That knowing, predatory smile was the last thing her professional brain processed before it shut down completely. He didn’t move, not at first. He just watched her, letting her stew in the hot, thick silence, her face a burning beacon of guilt.“I… I-I’m so sorry,” she stammered, scrambling backward, her hand hitting a tray of metal instruments with a clatter that sounded like a gunshot in the quiet room. “I don’t know… I wasn’t…”Jaxson pushed himself up, swinging his legs over the side of the table. He moved with a predator’s grace, the ankle seemingly forgotten. He reached out and wrapped his large hand around her wrist, his grip firm but not painful.“Shhh,” he said, his voice a low, rumbling command. “Don’t apologize for wanting something, Doc.”He pulled her toward him. With his other hand, he reached past her and clicked the lock on the examination room door. The sound was deafening. Final.“J-Jaxson… Mia… she could…”“She’s in the waiting room, worried,” he whispered, his mout
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