LOGINVanessa’s POVThe afternoon sun felt warm on my skin as I stepped out of the high-end boutique on Fifth Avenue with shopping bags swinging from both of my hands. The new designer dress, matching heels, and that ridiculously expensive handbag had cost a small fortune. The kind money I didn’t technically have, but Daniel’s transfer had come through yesterday, and I intended to enjoy every cent. After all, he owed me for the humiliation he’d caused. I adjusted my dress with a feeling of a rush of satisfaction. Life had been a mess lately down from that con artist boyfriend who had cleaned me out and vanished into the thin air but I was bouncing back with new clothes, fresh makeup, and the promise of crashing at Daniel’s penthouse soon enough. He could pretend to be done with me, but men like him always came around when I turned on the tears.I adjusted my oversized sunglasses and flipped my hair over my shoulder, with a satisfied smile playing on my lips.New clothes and designer shoes a
Serena’s POVDaniel fucked me like he was trying to punish the entire week he had been gone.His thick cock slammed into me from behind with brutal, relentless force, each powerful thrust driving my body harder against the dark glass wall. The wet, obscene sound of skin slapping skin filled the sealed penthouse, mixed with my broken moans and his low, animalistic grunts. Every stroke stretched me wide open, as his heavy balls kept on slapping against my swollen clit, sending sparks of overwhelming pleasure shooting through my entire body. I was losing my mind.“Daniel… oh god… it's going too deep–” I cried out, my palms already slipping on the smooth glass as he pounded into me harder. My pussy clenched desperately around his thick length, dripping so much that every thrust that it made filthy, squelching sounds. I could feel my arousal running down my thighs in hot streams. He suddenly pulled out, spun me around roughly, and pinned my back to the glass again, this time facing him. Hi
Daniel’s POVSerena dropped to her knees like she was born for it.The moment her soft lips parted and wrapped around the head of my cock, a guttural groan ripped from my throat. I had expected hesitation, maybe a little resistance from that fiery mouth that loved to tell me she hated me. What I got instead was pure, wet heavenly suck.She took me deep on the first try. Her tongue swirled around the sensitive underside of my balls as her lips stretched wide around my thick shaft, sucking me in with hungry, eager pulls. The wet heat of her mouth was a fucking perfection. She hollowed her cheeks, bobbing her head slowly at first, then faster, taking more of my dick with a crazy stroke until I felt the tight ring of her throat squeezing the head of my cock.“Fuck… Serena,” I gasped, my hand instinctively tightening in her hair. I was shocked and genuinely stunned at how good she was. This wasn’t the shy, reluctant girl who had fought me in the VIP room. This was a woman who knew exactly h
Lila’s POVI can still feel the elevator doors shut behind me, sealing away the luxurious safety of Daniel Hawthorne’s penthouse. My heart was pounding with a mix of excitement and guilt when I stepped into the private garage where the sleek black SUV waited. I had lied to Serena. Not a small white lie but a full, deliberate one. She thought this was some harmless lowkey outing, maybe with Dante or a random guy as a distraction to escape the suffocating protection we’d been under for a week. But the truth burned hotter and far more complicated.Since the morning I bumped into Marcus in the kitchen and the media room where I had reluctantly given him my number, we had been texting nonstop. What started as his awkward apologies quickly turned into a daily flirting that I shouldn’t have encouraged… but I did. Every ping on my phone pulled me in deeper. Marcus wasn’t the creepy and needy guy from the party anymore. In our chats, he was charming, persistent, and surprisingly attentive. H
Serena’s POVDaniel’s mouth closed over my left nipple like a man possessed, sucking so hard and deep that a sharp cry tore from my throat. There was no teasing, no gentle flick of his tongue; it's just raw, like a hungry suction that pulled my sensitive flesh deep into the wet heat of his mouth. His tongue swirled roughly around my hardened nipple, and his teeth made it just enough to send electric shocks racing straight to my core. I was already hitting orgasm as I nearly blacked out. My pussy is so clenched violently around as I felt a fresh gush of wetness flooding out of me so intensely that I could feel it soaking through my shorts and trickling down my inner thighs. Every powerful suck sent another wave crashing through me. My clit throbbed painfully, swollen and desperate for a fuck. My knees buckled as my vision blurred. I swore I was going to orgasm just from him devouring my breasts and the wet, obscene sounds of his mouth echoing in the penthouse only making it worse.“D
Daniel’s POVThe private elevator hummed softly as it carried me up to the penthouse.I had been gone for a full week on business deals in London that demanded my personal attention, late-night negotiations that stretched into dawn, and the constant updating of Victor Crane’s movements that my team was still tracking. Every hour away from Serena had felt like a slow burn under my skin. I could still taste her and the way her body had moaned against me, her tight pussy clenching around my cock as she came with a broken moan she tried so hard to hate.The doors slid open with a quiet sound and I stepped into the dimly lit living area. The penthouse was quiet and my eyes found her immediately.Serena standing by the windows and damn. She looks so hot from the back. Her short glueing to her round ass that clung to her curves, her hair loose and cascading down her back. The city lights painted her skin in soft hues of blue and gold, making her look like something heavenly, untouchable, yet
Lila’s POVDante’s voice droned on, which barely registered as I stood under the flickering streetlight,with my arms crossed, as I stared past him at the neon glow of Burger Bonanza place in the distance. “Lila, I’m serious,” he was saying, his big hands gesturing wildly, his dark eyes all puppy-d
Lila’s POVI raced up the creaky stairs to Serena’s apartment, my heart pounding from her tear-choked call. And the urgency in her voice had me ditching my plans for a flirty ice cream date without a second thought. Serena wasn’t one to break, not the fiery woman who danced with her chin high, but
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







