FAZER LOGINThe taste of her cunt still clung to his tongue even as Roth stepped out of the bathroom and into the golden glow of the ballroom, the ghost of Elena’s soft body burned into his hands. Her slick heat still coated his fingers, her cries and moans still rattled in his ears, and the way she had broken apart under him refused to leave his mind.He had fucked her. After few denial, of stopping just short, of forcing himself to hold back, he had finally shoved her open on the bathroom counter and taken her on the engagement party day. And God, she had taken him back with a hunger that would haunt him forever. He had thought it would ease him, release some of the unbearable tension. Instead, it left him worse off—starving. She wasn’t sated either, not really. He had felt it in the way she clung to him after, begging for more, whispering don’t stop. And then Celeste had walked in. The memory twisted in his chest. He had shielded Elena without thinking, blocking her with his body, forcing hi
Elena tried to lean to one side to see who had stopped Roth, but he moved before she could. He stepped closer, blocking her from view so completely that all she could see was the edge of his shoulder. Her back pressed against the wall, and although he wasn't touching her, she felt trapped by the sheer size of him. It was almost as if protecting her had become his first instinct, even if neither of them wanted to admit it."Celeste." His voice was calm, but there was no warmth in it. "You shouldn't be here."The woman smiled as she walked into the light. She was stunning. Tall, elegant, and effortlessly confident, with long black hair spilling over her bare shoulders. Her dress fit her like it had been made just for her, the high slit revealing long legs with every slow step she took. There was something dangerous about the way she carried herself, as though she knew exactly what effect she had on people and enjoyed every second of it."Shouldn't be here?" she asked with a soft laugh.
The engagement party was everything she had planned it to be. The ballroom glowed beneath crystal chandeliers, their warm light reflecting off polished marble and rows of champagne glasses. Fresh roses in soft shades of ivory and blush decorated every table, filling the room with a delicate scent that mixed with laughter, music, and endless congratulations. Friends, business associates, and family moved from one conversation to another, raising their glasses to celebrate Elena and Adrian.It should have been one of the happiest nights of her life. Elena stood beside Adrian in a silk gown that had taken weeks to choose, accepting hugs, compliments, and well wishes with the same graceful smile she had worn all evening. She thanked every guest who stopped to congratulate them and leaned naturally into Adrian whenever another photographer asked them to pose together.To everyone watching, they looked like the perfect couple. Adrian looked genuinely happy. Every few minutes, he reached fo
Elena slid into her seat, ignoring the way Roth’s gaze slanted lazily over her from across the table. His jaw was relaxed, his tie loosened, and his expression composed, except for his eyes. They gleamed like a brand pressed into her skin, reminding her of what he had just done to her in the ladies' room.Elena’s body screamed at the unfairness of it: how he could sit there so calmly, sipping his scotch, while she was melting from the inside out, thighs pressed tight to keep her secret from spilling into the world.She smiled faintly at Adrian, tried to laugh at something he said, but every movement of her mouth reminded her of Roth’s fingers shoved past her lips. Every shift of her body made her ache for the cock that had refused to take her, that had teased her until she thought she’d go insane. It was torture. And he knew it.The week blurred, carrying her toward the engagement party like an execution date. The Dimitri residence was in chaos. Caterers bustling through the kitchen,
With the engagement party only days away, Elena found herself growing more anxious by the hour. It wasn't the celebration that unsettled her, nor even the wedding itself.It was everything that would come after. She and Adrian had been staying in Roth's penthouse while the wedding preparations were underway. At first, she'd assumed it was temporary. Then Roth announced, as though it had already been decided, that they would continue living there after the wedding. Elena had objected immediately.She wanted a home of their own, somewhere she and Adrian could begin their marriage without constantly living beneath someone else's roof. She'd argued that every newly married couple deserved their own space, away from the mansion and away from the expectations that came with the Dimitri name.Adrian had tried to reason with her, but Roth had ended the discussion before it truly began. His decision was final. No one challenged him. Least of all Adrian.Elena had reluctantly fallen silent, but
The hum of the office outside her door was louder now. Phones ringing, laughter from the break room and eys clicking against keyboards.Elena sat slumped in her chair, blazer hastily tugged back over her wrinkled blouse, hair messy where Roth’s fist had tangled in it. Her thighs were still sticky, sore and trembling. She’d wiped her desk clean of papers, shoved the damp ones in the bin, but the scent lingered. Her scent and his scent.It felt branded into the air. Every tick of the clock seemed like a countdown to expose her secret. Someone would notice. Someone had to have heard.She gripped her pen too tight, her hand shaking as she tried to sign a document. Her reflection in the black computer screen mocked her: flushed cheeks, swollen lips, a woman pretending to be composed when she’d just been taken apart by a man she wasn’t supposed to even want.Her phone buzzed. She jumped. A message lit the screen. Adrian: Lunch?Her stomach lurched. She typed back with stiff fingers: Yes, s







