LOGINThe villa was finally quiet.I waited in the dimly lit pool house exactly as Jace had ordered, completely naked except for the thin black choker around my throat. My knees pressed into the soft cushion of the wide outdoor daybed, legs spread, hands resting on my thighs. The cool night air kissed my soaked pussy, making me shiver with both nerves and unbearable arousal.Every minute that passed felt like torture. Mia was asleep in the master suite just fifty yards away, probably dreaming about her upcoming wedding to the man who now owned me for the weekend.The door finally clicked open.Jace stepped inside, tall and commanding in nothing but black swim shorts. His eyes dragged over my exposed body like he owned it. Because tonight, he did.“Look at you,” he murmured, voice low and rough. “Waiting for me like a good little secret slut. Legs spread, pussy dripping, wearing nothing but my collar.”My cheeks burned, but my clit throbbed harder at his words.He locked the door behind him
The luxury villa in Tulum was pure paradise, white marble floors, infinity pools glowing under the moonlight, and the distant crash of waves. But for me, it felt like the most dangerous prison I’d ever walked into.Mia, my best friend since college, was getting married in two weeks. And I was here for her bachelorette weekend, surrounded by laughter, champagne, and half-naked bodies by the pool. I should have been happy for her. Instead, every time her fiancé Jace walked into the room, my stomach twisted with guilt and raw, aching need.Jace Voss was everything I wasn’t supposed to want. Tall, broad-shouldered, with sharp cheekbones and dark, piercing eyes that seemed to see straight through people. His voice was low and commanding, the kind that made you straighten up without thinking. He carried himself like a man who was used to being obeyed, in the boardroom and, I suspected, in the bedroom.I’d wanted him since the day Mia introduced us eight months ago.Tonight, the girls were w
The apartment building was silent except for the low hum of the city outside. It had only been a few hours since we returned from the wedding, but the distance of a single hallway felt unbearable. I paced my living room, still wearing the silk robe Lucas had slipped off me so many times over the weekend. Every inch of my skin remembered his touch. Every beat of my heart whispered his name.At 1:12 a.m., I couldn’t wait any longer.I crossed the hallway barefoot, my pulse racing with anticipation and something deeper, a warm, glowing certainty. His door was unlocked, just as he’d promised. I slipped inside quietly, the soft click of the latch sounding impossibly loud in the stillness.Lucas was waiting.He stood in the living room wearing only gray sweatpants, the dim glow of a single lamp casting golden light across his sculpted shoulders and chest. The moment our eyes met, the air between us charged with electricity and tenderness.“You came,” he said softly, a slow, heartfelt smile
The morning light spilled gently across the hotel room, soft and golden. I woke up wrapped in Lucas’s arms, my head resting on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. For a long moment, I didn’t move. I simply breathed him in the warm scent of his skin, the faint trace of his cologne still lingering from last night.Lucas stirred, his large hand sliding slowly up and down my back in a soothing caress. When I tilted my head to look at him, he was already watching me, his usual cocky smirk replaced by something softer, almost vulnerable.“Morning,” he murmured, voice husky with sleep. He brushed a strand of hair from my face and pressed a gentle kiss to my forehead.“Morning,” I whispered back, suddenly feeling shy. The intensity of the previous night still lingered in my body, but it was the quiet intimacy of this moment that made my heart race.He didn’t let go. Instead, he pulled me closer, tucking me against him as if he couldn’t bear even an inch of distance bet
Lucas stood at the foot of the bed, his shirt hanging open, revealing the hard planes of his chest and the deep V of his abs disappearing into his dress pants. His eyes devoured every inch of my naked body as I knelt on the king-sized bed, heart hammering against my ribs.“Fuck, Ava,” he breathed, voice thick with raw hunger. “Look at you. Bare, dripping, and trembling for me after an entire day of pretending to be innocent.”I shifted under his gaze, my thighs slick with arousal. The cool air kissed my heated skin, making my nipples tighten into aching peaks. Lucas finally shrugged off his shirt, muscles rippling, then slowly unbuckled his belt. The sound of leather sliding through loops sent a fresh wave of heat straight to my core.“Come here,” he ordered.I crawled to the edge of the bed. He cupped my jaw, tilting my face up. His thumb traced my lower lip before pushing inside my mouth. I sucked it obediently, eyes locked on his.“That’s my good girl,” he murmured. “You’ve been su
The morning light filtered through the heavy hotel curtains like liquid gold, painting Lucas’s bare chest in warm tones as he slept beside me. I watched him for a long moment, tracing the sharp lines of his jaw and the dark stubble that had left delicious scratches between my thighs last night. Even in sleep, he looked dangerous, like a lion resting before the hunt.My body still hummed from the way he’d claimed me. My inner thighs ached sweetly, and every shift reminded me of the deep, bruising thrusts that had left me hoarse and trembling. Yet the real danger wasn’t the soreness. It was how safe I felt curled against his side… and how much I already craved more.Lucas stirred, one powerful arm snaking around my waist to pull me closer. His voice came out low and gravelly with sleep. “Morning, fake girlfriend.”“Morning, fake boyfriend,” I whispered back, smiling despite myself.His hand slid down to cup my bare ass possessively. “Keep calling me fake and I’ll bend you over that balc
The next night the storm raged even harder, wind screaming against the cabin like it wanted to expose us. Mom had gone to bed early again, complaining about a headache from the altitude, leaving Marcus and me alone in the dimly lit living room once more. My body still ached deliciously from last ni
My legs were still trembling when Marcus pulled me up from my knees. His cum still coated my throat, warm and thick, as he kissed me with raw possession. The taste of us mingled on our tongues. I could barely stand, my pussy throbbing from the brutal way he’d claimed me against the stone fireplace.
The wind howled like a living thing outside the remote mountain cabin, driving thick flakes of snow against the floor-to-ceiling windows. I stood in front of the massive stone fireplace, arms crossed tight over my chest, wearing nothing but an oversized cashmere sweater that barely reached mid-thi
The footsteps paused right outside the door.My heart slammed against my ribs like a trapped bird. Marcus was still buried balls-deep inside me, his thick cock twitching with fresh cum, the jeweled plug stretching my ass while my pussy fluttered around him in aftershocks. I was still cuffed to the







