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
Leon’s POV – Paris The second the private elevator doors slid open with that little ding that always annoys me, the whole penthouse just smacked me in the face with her scent. Jasmine, yeah, but also that warm skin smell and the stupidly expensive perfume I grabbed for her in Paris last month bec
Julian’s POVI slammed the door so hard that the whole damn place rattled. I got back home from work, so damn stressed. My ears were ringing. It has been a hell of a day. From boardroom meetings to encrypted calls. Hale still acting like he was too good for the bait, and Leon… Leon’s shadow was ev
Leon’s POVShe was sprawled out on the bed, her legs open. Her chest rising and falling too fast. She looked wrecked and damn gorgeous. I couldn’t stand another second, not tasting her.I dropped down at the edge of the bed. My hands found her thighs—soft, and trembling and I yanked them wider. S
Ava’s POVHe didn’t walk out of that bathroom. He hunted me down.Water was still dripping off from our body when he lifted me like I weighed nothing, so quickly. He slid one arm under my thighs and the other arm crushed me against his chest so tight that I could feel his heart beating really har







