LOGINChapter 48. Emily’s POVThe morning light slipped through the blinds in thin gold stripes across the bed. I woke up already aching; thighs sticky from dreams I barely remembered but could still feel between my legs.Last night’s tease on the beach kept replaying; his fingers spreading me open, as he whispered that smug little “yeah, ma’am” right in my ear. My pussy was soaked before I even opened my eyes. Honey-sweet needy. The kind that makes you restless, makes every brush of the sheet feel like a taunt.I rolled onto my back, nightgown riding up around my hips. No panties; hadn’t bothered after I got home yesterday. My hand drifted down on its own, fingertips grazing slick folds. God, I was dripping already. Two years without real dick and now every thought of that boy had me leaking like a teenager. I grabbed my phone off the nightstand instead of giving in right away. Something wicked bubbled up; I wanted proof of how filthy I felt.I stacked the pillows behind me, then angled
Chapter 48. Emily’s POVThe morning light slipped through the blinds in thin gold stripes across the bed. I woke up already aching; thighs sticky from dreams I barely remembered but could still feel between my legs.Last night’s tease on the beach kept replaying; his fingers spreading me open, as he whispered that smug little “yeah, ma’am” right in my ear. My pussy was soaked before I even opened my eyes. Honey-sweet needy. The kind that makes you restless, makes every brush of the sheet feel like a taunt.I rolled onto my back, nightgown riding up around my hips. No panties; hadn’t bothered after I got home yesterday. My hand drifted down on its own, fingertips grazing slick folds. God, I was dripping already. Two years without real dick and now every thought of that boy had me leaking like a teenager. I grabbed my phone off the nightstand instead of giving in right away. Something wicked bubbled up; I wanted proof of how filthy I felt.I stacked the pillows behind me, then angled
Chapter 47. Emily’s POVThe divorce was finally done on a Tuesday in March and by Wednesday, I was gone. I took the kids to stay with their gran ; they were old enough to understand Mom needed air that didn’t taste like arguments.I didn’t even pack much. Just a suitcase, my favorite black bikini, and a one-way ticket to anywhere warm. Hawaii won because the pictures promised heat that sinks into your bones and waves that wash everything clean. I needed both.The plane landed in Kona mid-morning. The air hit me like a damp towel; thick, salty, alive. My condo was small, right on a stretch of beach where the sand was more gray than white and the lava rocks looked like they’d cooled off a thousand years ago. I liked it. Quiet. With no one asking me how I was “really” doing.First full day, I slipped into the bikini; high-cut legs, thin straps that barely held everything in place. Thirty-eight and still filling it out better than I expected. Guess a real bad bitch never dies.The mirro
Chapter 46Maya’s POVI told Ava it was a last-minute girls’ night surprise. Champagne, face masks, the works. She bought it easy. Then I called Victor to come to the hotel room at 11:45pm, few hours before the wedding. Door unlocked. Clothes off. On the bed. No questions.He showed up right on time. His shirt half-open, eyes already dark. He saw me in the black lace teddy;crotchless, and stopped breathing for a second.“Maya… what is this?”“Your last free ride before the ring locks you down.” I pointed at the bed. “Get on. Hands up.”He stripped fast. Cock already thick and ready. I pushed him down, straddled his thighs, pulled the silk ties from under the pillow before tying his left wrist to the headboard. Then the right. Tight enough he couldn’t pull free.He tested them. “You serious?”I slapped his cheek lightly, leaving a playful burn. “Petty little ties for a petty little groom who can’t keep his dick out of trouble. Thought you could fuck me in the closet and still marry he
Chapter 45Maya’s POVThe boutique smelled like fresh lilies and money… me likey hehe.The Lovely Bride on Hudson Street was open and ready for business. Soft lighting, blush-pink walls wrapped in delicate vines; girly without being cheap, expensive without screaming it. The kind of place that whispered, “Girl, you can’t afford any of this shit, so scram,” but in the sweetest, most polite tone only Ava’s black card could answer back to.How unfortunate for the rest of us broke-ass girlies who could only press our noses to the glass and dream.Ava floated through it like she owned the square footage.She twirled in front of the three-way mirror once, twice, a third spin that was frankly unnecessary (fine, I was jealous. Just a tiny fucking bit). The white lace hugged her slim hips, veil drifting like she’d been practicing this moment since the womb. Knowing Ava, she probably had.“What do you think, Maya?” she asked, eyes sparkling with that pre-packaged certainty of a woman who alread
Chapter 44Raven’s POVThe tow truck finally showed up at like 7 am, some grumpy dude in a park truck barely looked at us while he hooked the bus up. I could barely stand. My legs were shaky, ass burning, throat raw like i’d swallowed sandpaper. Cum crusted everywhere between my tits, down my thighs, matted in my hair. bruises blooming purple on my neck, inner thighs, hips where they’d gripped too hard. I pulled the hoodie down as low as it would go, but it didn’t hide shit. they all knew. the driver probably knew too from the way he kept glancing in the side mirror.Jax just smirked at him. “Rough night, huh?” like it was nothing.Once we were rolling again the vibe shifted hard. No more pretending. No more “manager.” I wasn’t Raven anymore. I was theirs. Their toy. Their hole. Their roadside whore.The first stretch of the highway was quiet for like ten minutes. Then Ryde patted his lap from the driver’s seat. “C’mere, cumdump. Keep me company while I drive.”I crawled over. No poi







