LOGINSerena’s POVThe hum of Daniel Hawthorne’s Bentley faded into the humid New Orleans night as I stepped onto the cracked sidewalk outside my East End apartment. My body still throbbed with the memory of him. His hands gripping my hips, his mouth on mine, the raw intensity of our sex in his penthouse bed. I had let myself fall into him, no barriers, his whispered “I love being inside you” echoing as I came undone. My legs were shaky from a good fuck.I let out a shaky breath as I clutched my bag and the takeout Daniel had ordered his chef to pack for me as I climbed the creaky stairs, my heart tangling with desire and doubt.Inside, the apartment was dark, Mia’s soft snores drifting from the couch. My phone buzzed before I could set the bag down, Daniel’s name lighting up the screen. I answered, my voice soft. “Hey.”“Just checking on you,” he said, his voice low, warm, sending a shiver through me. “You got home okay? I… miss you already.”My chest tightened, his words stirring somethi
Daniel’s POV This girl, goddamn.She is dirty and agreeable to anything, and so fucking responsive. The sounds she makes, the way she arches against me, as if she can’t get enough. When I went down on her from behind, her pussy was soaked, drenching my face as I ate at her flesh.Fuck, I’d do it again. Right now, if she let me.I wanted to test her. See what she was up for. I’m probably moving too fast.But her pussy clenched up on me when I touched her boobs. She squirmed and whimpered and practically begged for more when I kept it up.Once we get cleaned up, we end up lying in my bed, lazing the rest of the afternoon away. She’s been quiet and it got me worried. I turned, propping myself on an elbow, studying her profile. “You okay?” I asked, my voice rough, searching her face.She didn’t look at me, her gaze distant. “Don’t you think we’re moving too fast? I mean, we don’t even know each other yet. I get that-”I cut her off with a kiss, soft but insistent, unable to hear her do
Serena’s POV “I wanted to look pretty,” I told him as I looked at my reflection.He’s got both hands on my breasts now, cupping them, drawing his thumbs back and forth across the front of my bodice. “I always think you look pretty and hot since the day I set my eyes on you in the club.”I tilt my head back until I’m resting it on his shoulder, my gaze still on the mirror as Daniel molds my breasts with his hands. My body aches, that delicious throb between my thighs increasing in tempo with every touch.His mouth is on my neck, his teeth and tongue, and I hiss out a breath when he bites my earlobe.“Are you watching us in the mirror?” he murmurs in my ear.I nod, not even embarrassed.“Sassy girl.” His voice rings with approval and there’s no containing the smile that spreads across my face. “Let’s take these off.”He hitches my dress up a little, exposing my hot red lacy panties and he studies me in the mirror, his gaze resting on my crotch. The way the fabric clings to me because
Serena’s POV I arrive at Daniel Hawthorne’s building just before one, thanking the driver as he holds the door open for me to get out of the car Daniel sent. The building is tall, imposing, and I tilt my head back, my heart racing at the knowledge that in a matter of minutes, I’ll see Daniel Hawthorne.“Give your name to the man at the front desk and he’ll instruct you to the penthouse elevator,” The driver advises after he shuts the door, his smile warmwhen he turns to me.“Thank you again,” I say with a faint smile, pushing past the nerves that are dancing in my stomach.I walk into the building, the lobby so fancy from where I live as I walked carefully like I don’t want to stain the floor and when I give my name to the man behind the massive wood and lacquer desk, he nods as if he’s been waiting for me, the instructions for the penthouse elevatorrattling off his tongue as if he’s said it a thousand times before. Tucking my coat around me, I make my way to the elevator, the do
Serena’s POVI sat on a stool quietly as I thought of Daniel and our make out when Lila burst in, her red sequined costume sparkling, her blonde hair wild from her dance.“Girl, you’re zooming out!” Lila said, tossing her wig onto the counter, her eyes narrowing as she studied me. “Spill. What happened with Mr. Billionaire?”I took a shaky breath, my fingers tracing the edge of my phone as I gave it to Lila to read the message, followed by a credit alert for a sum so large it made my head spin as she just looked surprised.“Daniel and I… we made out in his suite,” I admitted, my voice low, heat creeping up my neck. “It was intense, Lila. Too intense. I almost… We almost went too far. And then he sent me money that's way too much and he said I don’t have to dance tonight. Covered my bills.”Lila’s scream was pure excitement, her hands clapping as she bounced on her heels. “No way! Serena, that’s huge! A hot makeout and a sugar daddy move? What’s next, girl? You locking this down or wha
Daniel’s POVThe room’s private suite still hummed with Serena Voss’s presence, her taste lingering on my lips like a drug I couldn’t quit. Her body pressed against the velvet wall, her gasps as my fingers found her pussy, the way she’d arched for me, wet and wanting, before reality snapped her back and she fled. I sat on the leather couch, the whiskey glass all sweaty in my hand, my heart pounding with something I hadn’t felt in years. Love. The word felt foreign, dangerous, but undeniable. I’m not used to feeling like this. Hung up on one girl. Thinking about her constantly. Wondering what she’s doing, where she’s at, how she’s feeling.A darker part of me - the part that had offered to make her my mistress still craved her with no strings, a fantasy I couldn’t shake. I hated myself for it, but I couldn’t help it.I sent her a credit transfer, a staggering sum to cover her bills for the night, to give her a break from the club’s grind. She didn't want the money and called me out
Serena’s POVThe limousine pulled to a stop outside a restaurant so grand it looked like it belonged in a movie. Its façade gleamed with gold accents, chandeliers visible through the windows, their light spilling onto the cobblestone street. My heart pounded as I clutched the black purse, the red
Daniel’s POVThe mirror in my bedroom reflected a man that commands money - sharp jawline, tailored black suit, tie knotted with precision. I was getting ready for a night that could change everything. The package I’d sent to Serena Voss was my gamble to make things right. After my idiotic propos
Serena’s POV Monday morning hit hard, but I was determined to sleep through it. After a weekend of dodging Victor Crane’s goons and dancing in that crazy club, I deserved a break and my bed was a sanctuary with the blankets cocooning me against the world’s chaos. But at nine sharp in the evening
Vanessa’s POVI grabbed a bottle of champagne off the break table in the room as I shoved off my heels while I shut the door behind me, the echo bouncing off the bare walls of my once-glamorous penthouse. My feet ached, my hands raw and painful from scrubbing dishes at La Cour Royale, the memory o







