MasukCara's POVHot water poured over my head in heavy streams, drumming against my scalp and running down my neck and back. Steam filled the bathroom, thick and warm, making every breath feel heavy and damp. I stood still under the strong spray, my eyes closed, letting the heat sink deep into my sore muscles. Last night kept replaying in my head. The way Adrian’s thick cock stretched me open. The wet slap of his hips against my ass. His desperate groans when he came hard inside me, flooding my pussy with hot, sticky cum. The memory made my nipples tighten into hard peaks and sent a fresh throb between my legs.A slow, satisfied smirk curved my lips. I washed my hair, fingers sliding through the wet strands, massaging my scalp until it tingled. Water dripped from my chin onto my breasts, tracing cool paths down my stomach. I opened my eyes and stared at my reflection in the foggy glass. I drew a slow line on the glass with one finger, watching it disappear into steam.He never saw my real
Cara's POVAdrian dropped me hard onto the bed. My back hit the bed with a heavy bounce. The cool silk sheets felt so smooth and slippery against my hot, sweaty skin. I crawled backward slowly, biting my lower lip. A low chuckle escaped my throat as I watched him. My body already throbbed with raw need.He climbed onto the bed fast. His strong hands grabbed my thighs, pulling me forward. He spread them wide apart. He stood at the edge of the bed, breathing hard and heavy. His thick cock stood straight up, veiny and angry red, still wet and shiny from my mouth. Without any warning, he slammed into me in one brutal thrust.“Ahhh!” I cried out loud. The sudden stretch burned deep inside my pussy. He was so thick and hard, filling me completely in one go. My inner walls squeezed tight around him, trying to adjust to his size. Pain and raw pleasure exploded through my belly. My toes curled hard.Adrian did not wait. He fucked me like an animal. Standing tall at the edge of the bed, he poun
Cara's POVI stepped into the Valenti Royale Casino and the loud music hit me like a wave. Bright lights flashed everywhere. The air smelled of rich perfume, whiskey, and sweat. I wore the black lace mask. It covered my eyes and the top of my face but left my red lips and jaw open. The thin ribbons tied tight behind my head. The lace felt soft against my skin. Small shiny crystals sparkled when the lights touched them. I looked like pure temptation. No one would recognize me.My heart beat fast as I moved through the crowd. My black outfit hugged my body tight — a tiny black top that barely covered my breasts and a short skirt that showed my long legs. My heels clicked on the floor.Then I saw him.Adrian sat in a big VIP booth on the second floor. He looked totally wasted. Two half-naked girls pressed against him. One blonde. One dark-skinned. His shirt was open. His chest glistened with sweat. Stacks of cash and small packets of white powder sat on the table in front of him. Girls g
Cara's POVI stood outside Tony Valenti’s office door for a few seconds, my heart beating hard against my ribs as I aimed at making another move on him. I unbuttoned the top two buttons of my white shirt slowly. Cool air kissed the skin between my boobs. I made sure the opening showed just enough soft flesh. My nipples pressed against the thin fabric. I took a deep breath, pushed the door open, and stepped inside. I shut the door quickly behind me with a soft click.Tony sat behind his big dark desk, with papers and files covered the surface. The room smelled of strong coffee and expensive wood polish. He looked powerful even when tired. His broad shoulders stretched his white shirt. His hair was still neat.I walked slowly toward his desk. My heels clicked on the floor with each step that also made my hips sway. I placed the thick folder of Fontana merger papers right in front of him. I leaned forward, resting both hands on the edge of the desk. My shirt fell open more. The cool air
Adrian's POVThe boardroom meeting had already ended twenty minutes ago, but the air still felt heavy and thick with leftover tension from the meeting. I sat alone in the boardroom, at the head of the long black table, staring out through the floor-to-ceiling glass at the glowing Milan skyline. My blood was still boiling from Elena’s sharp words. But even that anger could not push Cara out of my head.I pressed the intercom button hard with my thumb.“Send Cara Rossi to my office. Right now.”I waited, tapping my fingers on the glass table. The sound was sharp in the quiet room. My jaw still ached slightly from my father’s slap last night. Every time I swallowed, I felt the dull throb. But the real pain was lower. My cock had been half-hard for hours, just from remembering her.The door finally clicked open.Cara walked in wearing a tight black suit. The fabric clung to her full boobs, making them look round and heavy. Her skirt hugged her wide hips and thick thighs. Her dark hair was
Adrian's POVThe boardroom was just tense as fuck.Thirteen powerful people sat around the long black table, but all eyes were on me. Elena sat at the far end like a queen on her throne. Legs crossed elegantly, red nails tapping slowly on the glass surface. At forty-eight, she still looked thirty-five — sharp cheekbones, cold eyes, and a smile that could cut through glass. She wanted my position more than air itself — more like my father's position but chose to take it out on me.I stood at the head of the table, clicking through the Fontana merger slides. My voice stayed cold and sharp, but my mind was somewhere else completely.Every time I paused, I saw her.Cara.On her knees under this table. That innocent mouth stretched around my thick cock while I kept talking business like nothing was happening. Her hazel eyes looking up at me, watering, and begging. The thought made my dick twitch hard inside my trousers.“Adrian,” Elena cut in, her voice sharp like a knife. “Your personal…







