MasukAva’s POVThe night air felt real cold and heavy on my bare skin as I walked slowly back from the bar. My short dress kept riding up with every step I took, the thin hem brushing teasingly against the tops of my thighs. The cool breeze slipped between my legs, making me shiver a bit. I pulled the furry jacket tighter around my body, but the soft black fur did nothing to stop the chill that went deep down into my bones and made my nipples tighten painfully against the fabric.Two long straight weeks had dragged by since that night we fucked, and everything inside me felt dull, empty, and raw.For two damn weeks I had been avoiding Julian like my very life depended on it. I never went back to the club, even though my body still craved the red hot lights, the loud music, and the wild feeling of being watched by men. I stopped picking up his calls. Every time my phone rang, my stomach twisted into tight knot and my palms turned sweaty. I let it ring until it stopped, the silence afterward
Julian’s POVI sat behind the desk in my office at HK Group, staring at the thick stack of documents for Veyron Corps. The black ink on the white pages blurred together no matter how hard I squinted my eyes. My mind kept slipping away from the numbers and going straight back to her.Ever since that night we fucked, Ava had been avoiding me like poison. She hadn’t shown up at the club once, no matter how many hours I sat in the VIP booth with my heart beating fast every time the door opened. She never picked up my calls. My phone would ring and ring until it went to voicemail, the silence cutting me deep. She never texted back. Nothing. I even drove to her apartment twice, but she was never there. The timing felt too perfect, like she knew exactly when I was coming.All my attempts to reach her, to just see her face again, kept failing hard.“Now, I’m going to get nasty,” I muttered under my breath, the words tasting bitter on my tongue. I pushed the chair back with a loud scrape on t
Leon’s POVI sat in our usual dark corner of Club Orion, the leather seat sticky and warm against the back of my thighs from spilled drinks and sweat. The heavy bass from the music thumped deep through the couch and straight into my bones, making it vibrate with every beat. Thick clouds of cigarette smoke hung heavy in the air, burning my nostrils and mixing with the sharp sting of expensive whiskey, sweat, and the sweet, sticky perfume of hungry strippers.My fingers tapped the cold, sweating glass in front of me. Ice cubes clinked softly every time I moved it. The whiskey inside tasted sharp and smoky on my tongue.I glanced at my watch again. The glowing green numbers stared back at me head–on. She should have been here by now. I scanned the crowded room slowly, eyes cutting through the flashing red lights and twisting bodies on the dance floor. My jaw tightened until the muscles ached real bad.This bitch should be here by now.“Are you expecting someone?” Victor asked, smiling wi
Julian’s POVI took a deep, slow breath. My chest rising, lungs filling with the thick air in my room. My heart now beating real fast. The decision settled heavy and final in my gut like hot iron. I was doing this.I spun around fast, wrapping my fingers tight around her wrist. Her skin felt so warm and slightly damp under my palm. She looked up at me with those wide and glassy eyes. I stared straight right down into them. She didn’t fight or pull away. She only took small, shaky steps backward as I stepped forward, until her back hit the wall with a soft thud."Nowhere to run." My mind growled.I grabbed her waist hard, sinking my fingers deep into the flesh above her hips. I arched her body upward, forcing her onto her toes. Her full breasts crushed flat and heavy against my chest, hard nipples scraping through the thin fabric. I slammed my mouth in hers, kissing her brutal and wet. No softness. Just raw hunger as I shoved my tongue past her lips, tasting the sweet, slick heat insid
Julian’s POVThe party in my house was starting to go low. Most guests had already left, stumbling and laughing, their eyes glassy from whatever Victor might had slipped into the drinks. The air still smelled thick with spilled champagne, sweat, and the sweet chemical burn of drugs. Empty glasses and wet stains covered the tables. I shook the last guest’s hand at the door, his palm slick and cold.Just as the door clicked shut, a soft hand slid over my back from behind. I knew that touch too damn well. Bella. My favorite bitch. The one I fucked whenever I needed quick relief.Her fingers moved fast, slipping under my shirt, then straight down into my pants and boxers. She wrapped her warm hand tight around my cock and squeezed. Heat rushed straight to my groin. My dick twitched hard in her grip.“Why don’t you spend the night with me,” she whispered, her voice low and sticky sweet, begging. Her breath brushed hot against my ear. “I’m going to make it worth your while.”She stroked me
Ava’s POVI stood in front of the tall mirror in my small room, turning slowly from side to side, observing different angles. The black strapless dress hugged my body tight. It held my boobs, pushing them up high and full with no straps to hold them. The smooth fabric of the dress felt cool and silky against my skin. A long high slit ran up my left thigh, almost to my hip, showing my bare leg with every small move.My nipples pressed hard against the thin material of the dress, two tight dots that rubbed with every breath. I ran my hands down my waist, feeling the dress stick to the sweat already forming on my lower back.I still couldn’t bring myself to believe that I was really going to their party in that huge penthouse. Bella had said I should come. “So I am going to meet Bella,” I told myself loud, fixing the shiny earrings that dangled on my neck. But deep down I knew the actual stupid reason. I wanted to see Julian. Ever since he gave me that ride a week ago, his face, his voi
Julian’s POVThe second I stepped inside my penthouse, the silence hit me like a slap. No music, and no city noise leaking in, just the low sounds of the air-con. I was still in the same damn suit from the office, only now it felt like it had been through a tough war from work. My jacket gone some
Bella’s POV"What's your name, boys?" I muttered under my breath, right on the stage, looking at them."Rev," The bald stud held my throat, directing all my attention to him and whispered that to my mouth."Call me Derek," The other one leaned close to me. I tried to tilt my head but couldn't see h
Julian’s POVThe office felt like a tomb tonight, very quiet.Only the city lights bleeding through the half-open blinds and the cold glow of my monitors kept the dark from swallowing everything. I hadn’t bothered turning on the big lights in hours. I didn’t want to see my own reflection in the
Bella’s POVThe room felt too big and too empty all at once.I could still smell him on the sheets.That sharp, expensive cologne of his mixed with the raw scent of sex. The pillows were shoved to the floor, and the duvet half kicked off the bed like we’d been fighting instead of fucking.I was lyin







