Glittering diamond tiaras, watches heavy with gold plating, and glinting jewelry sets sparkle from every angle of the jewelry store.
"Ah, Mr. Thorne, Impeccable timing, as always. I was just finishing the preparations in the back, but the case is ready for you now." The man behind the counter has a soft voice and a pleasant smile.Ezekiel nod his head and placed his hand on Soleil's lower back, guiding her to the backroom of the store."How are you able to walk around this place without anyone following you?" she asked, raising an eyebrow at him."Well, I own this place." He shrugged slightly as he opened the door.The room is lined with shelves filled to the brim with expensive jewelry. His eyes scanned through the racks of different brands of accessories and jewelry, searching for something that would suit her taste.Finally his eyes settled upon a set of gold chains hanging off their silver stand. He picked it up and slipped it over Soleil's neck.She looked down at it and smiled, admiring its shine and luster, then turned around and kissed him softly on the cheek."It suits you quite well," he murmured, wrapping an arm around her waist."I'm glad," she said shyly and leaned against him.Soleil gasped when she felt his lips trailing kisses on her neck. She knew exactly what he was doing. He was trying to seduce her into wearing more jewelry than she had already. And she let him, he stopped his action and start putting layer after layer of sparkling jewelry around her neck.When he finally finished, he admired his work. It seemed like all of the jewelry had fit perfectly on her."I want you to lay on the table and show me how those diamonds sparkle against your skin." He gave her a knowing look and walked towards the large mahogany desk.Soleil gasped as Ezekiel dipped down and take her n-pples between his lips. He sucked them in, leaving a tingling sensation on her skin. She felt her core clench at the way he licked her hardened tip; she could not stop herself from grinding her hips up against him.When Ezekiel pulled away she panted. She had to bite back the moan that wanted to come out as he continued pressing a line of kisses down her belly."What are you doing?" she whispered.He smirked up at her, licking a line along the inside of her thigh before pulling away completely. "I'm tasting you, babe."Soliel whimpered as she watched him. His tongue darted into her folds, swirling around before driving his tongue so deep inside her that she almost come on the spot. "You taste so good, Soleil. I don't think I'll ever get enough of you." He paused as his hands gripped her thighs, tugging gently and spreading them wider. "Or this.""Ezekiel!""Shh… shh, baby. Just let me do what I want to you." He began rubbing her clit with his thumb. "So wet and tight." His head dipped lower and he blew on it.Her back arched off the table, her breath coming out in short gasps, her head thrown back as she tried to keep herself still."Yes, oh God Ezekiel.""Mhm," he hummed against her. "That's it baby. Let me see how much you enjoy this."He pressed two fingertips against her opening, his thumb moving back and forth as he worked her over. Soleil squirmed beneath his touch, her entire being on fire and ready to explode in only moments. He pushed forward slightly then pulled back.“Please,” she breathed, “Please just fucking do it already.”“Shhhh,” he whispered, brushing her hair away from her face. “Relax baby. Take everything I have to give you.”Soliel closed her eyes, spreading her legs wider as he continued to feast on her body."Ezekiel! I'm close." Her voice was husky, full of need.Her p-ssy clenched with every flick of his tongue, his fingers driving all the right spots. She bit down on her lip, trying to hold back the high pitched noises escaping from her mouth.“Come for me, baby.” He pressed harder, faster as her walls tightened, spiking with each movement.In a whirl of sound, sensation, and Ezekiel's slow, sensual mouth, her body crests over the edge. All of her body spasming, her muscles going rigid and her breathing shallow.She clutched at the back of his head and drive her body hard against him. The powerful clenched of her p-ssy pulled her into a spiraling climax that seems to go on for an eternity.Soliel trembled, moaning out his name like a prayer in her head. A long string of curses falling from her lips as she came down from her orgasm.“Good girl,” he muttered, kissing his way back up her body to a light fluttering of his lips against her forehead.He pulled his lips away from hers and smiled down at her. “Are you alright?”Soleil rolled her head, trying to clear the fog. “Fuck,” she groaned, blinking rapidly as if waking up from a very vivid dream. “That was awesome.”He snorted, his lips curving up in amusement. “Glad you liked it.” He placed a quick kiss on her lips before standing up."C'mon, let's get you dressed before someone walk in on us,” he teased. He held out a hand to help her up.As she get dressed, Ezekiel carefully removed each piece of jewelry from around her neck and placed them back on the trays.By the time she's done, only the necklace Ezekiel had choosen earlier remained. The rest are left out for the store manager to pack away.They exited the jewelry store hand-in-hand. Noticing the blushing staffs on their way out. But oddly enough they lost all sense of shame.People ran for cover outside, and umbrellas opened as the clouds spat out their beads of water. But the two individuals in the dark alley were dancing in the rain. They held hands, swaying slowly, their eyes fixed on one another."We always meet on a rainy day," Serge said as he pulled her closer to him.Alice giggled. "You know I love the rain.""Dancing while the rain washed away the blood of our fallen men," Serge whispered.It wasn’t unusual for them to be in situations like this—somewhere they shouldn’t be, doing something they couldn’t explain. They were both the children of mafia leaders. Their families had been enemies for as long as either of them could remember, locked in a constant struggle to take control. Neither side had won, but that didn’t stop them from trying._________𝑭𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌Serge was pinned down on the cold ground with Alice on top of him, pointing her gun at his temple."You really shouldn't be so trusting," she sneered in his face. "The world is a da
They met in the most cliché of ways—City Hall, rainy Tuesday, too many umbrellas and not enough patience.Solemn wasn’t supposed to be in the room. She was an intern, technically. Assigned to the Mayor’s communications team to "gain experience and exposure.” The kind of line HR throws around when they want a pretty face in the background of press photos.But Solemn didn’t blend in.She had a habit of wearing black pencil skirts a bit too tight, heels a bit too high. She had this way of walking into a room like she already owned it and Mayor Nathaniel noticed.He noticed the first day. She was laughing in the hallway with a staffer, lips painted dark like wine, clipboard hugged to her chest. She looked up. Met his eyes.Didn’t look away.Most women did._____It didn’t happen overnight. No, Nathaniel had discipline. Years of it. Built up over election campaigns and backroom deals, smiling at donors he hated and kissing babies he couldn’t name.But Solemn?She cracked something in him.
The lecture hall smelled faintly of rain and wet pavement, the kind of damp chill that made people huddle into their jackets. Ezra stood at the front, nails painted a glossy black that caught the pale fluorescent light as he flipped through his notes. He wasn’t dressed like most guys in their third year, today it was a soft cream cardigan that slid just off one shoulder, a pleated skirt that skimmed mid-thigh, and sheer tights that made his legs look like they belonged in some perfume ad. The outfit was deliberate, and from the way his green eyes kept flicking toward the middle row, it was clear who it was for.Adrian sat there, pretending to be absorbed in his laptop screen, but his fingers were still on the same line of notes for the past five minutes. He kept telling himself to focus on Ezra’s presentation—but the way Ezra moved was a constant distraction. The way he leaned a little too far over the podium, voice dipping low at certain phrases, or the casual tug at his cardigan hem
Ayumi was never just a reader.Sure, that’s how it started—late nights spent devouring smuts like secrets meant only for her. She had a taste for twisted dynamics, beautiful filth, and writing that left bruises.That’s how she found Laxon.He wasn’t just a writer, he was a spellcaster. His stories felt like hands, undressing and claiming her between the lines. She commented. He replied. One thing led to another: private Docs, voice calls, shared moans. She became his muse.Until she wasn’t.Life got in the way. No drama, just distance. Still, something between them never fully faded.Then came Hades.New name, rising fast. Unlike Laxon’s silk, Hades carved his words in stone—brutal, raw, honest. She messaged him the night she found his thread:“Do you always write like you're trying to ruin someone?”“Only if they’re brave enough,” he shot back.Hades didn’t flirt, he challenged. Their chats were sharp, teasing, darkly intimate. He didn’t pull her in, he dared her. And Ayumi stepped c
She shouldn’t still be in the chapel. Not this late. Not alone. But Sister Eliana's guilt is a cage, and she kept locking herself back inside it. The white of her habit clung to her skin, damp with sweat and midnight heat. She was kneeling in front of the altar, again, praying so hard her voice trembled. Her eyes shut tight, hands clenched in prayer, rosary beads digging into her fingers until they left bruises. “Deliver me from temptation,” she whispered. “Deliver me from evil.” Sister Eliana's words moved silently across her lips like ghosts, asking forgiveness for thoughts she hadn’t even acted on yet. Thoughts of him. 𝘏𝘪𝘮. The one no one dared name. The one her mother superior told her not to dream about. The one whose name was purged from every holy book in the convent library. Sister Eliana begged God to take the thoughts away. He didn’t. --- The first time he appeared, she thought it was a trick of the candlelight. The second time, she thought it was her soul brea
Callum walked into a silent house.No hum of conversation. No clatter from the kitchen. Just the steady quiet of a home deep into the night. He shrugged off his coat and tossed it onto the back of a chair before heading down the hallway. Their son was asleep in the nursery, he could hear the soft, content sounds of baby breathing through the monitor. He moved past the nursery and stopped at the doorway of their bedroom. The door was open. Warm light from a dim lamp spilled across the floor. Irixiah was on the bed, one arm flung above her head, blanket pushed to her waist. Her dress clung to her chest, soaked through with milk.That sight had started messing with him days ago.The first time he’d really noticed was after a late feeding. He’d stood in the doorway, watching as she cradled their son against her bare chest, her robe half open. Her skin was flushed from sleep, hair messy, one breast exposed as their baby latched on greedily. The look on her face wasn’t sexual—it was soft,