LOGINElara White is fourteen days away from marrying the Golden Boy of Las Vegas when she finds out his true colors: he's a cheat, an opportunist, and he's blackmailing her with videos and photos that could ruin her reputation. In a moment of hurt, she takes her roommate's place in a BDSM elite club and has a sizzling hot one night stand with a masked stranger who treats her like a Queen. Some nights later, her fiancé introduces her to his father. The man who fucked her within an inch of her life stands up, adjusts his designer suit, and looks her dead in the eye. "Elara. Nice to meet you. I've heard so much about you, and seen even more." Elara's life changes in one night, trapped between two dangerous men who have zero intention of letting her go. WARNING: MATURE CONTENT!
View MoreELARA “Viv, I’m so fucking dead.” “Uh… no you’re not. What’s up?” “You’re not hearing me.” I placed my hand on the restroom’s door, struggling to catch my breath after I all but flew in here. “I’m hearing you, but I can’t talk to dead people either so what’re you on?” “He’s here.” “Spider-Man?” “Vivian.” “I’m sorry babes, you have to be more specific. I’m trying to whip up something to eat before work.” “Alexander—the guy from the red room, he’s here. And he’s… he’s my fiancé’s father.” A pause. “Well, shit.” “Viv, what am I going to do? David can’t know about this. He’d definitely add it to the list of things he has against me, I can’t afford any more scandals…” “Calm down. Just calm down, and don’t do anything stupid. Has he… has he said anything concerning it? I mean, Alexander?” “No he’s not. But he surely remembers me. I saw it on his face.” I rubbed my palm over my own face and straightened. “Good. Act like you don’t know him.” “Wha
ELARA I spent the next four days trying to pretend Room 7 had been a dream.A very vivid, very filthy dream.Every time I closed my eyes, I felt him—Alexander Thorne inside me, his voice in my ear calling me exquisite, his hands bruising my hips like he was marking territory no one else would ever claim. I’d wake up soaked, thighs clenched, hating how much I wanted to crawl back to that club and beg for round two.Instead, I smiled for the cameras at my official engagement party.The venue was one of the Thorne family’s private rooftop lounges. The place was practically dripping in gold and expensive designs.The guest list involved some casino owners, real-estate sharks, a handful of politicians. David didn’t seem to know half of them. I figured they were his father’s friends. He spoke so much about the man.David found me near the bar, already three drinks in, tie loose, pupils dilated.“There’s my gorgeous fiancée.” He slung an arm around my waist, too tight. “You clean up nice.”
ALEXANDERI’ve been on the edge all day, and I’ve tried to make it better.Rolls of tobacco usually does the trick paired with vintage whiskey.Unfortunately for me, it doesn’t wear off.“Boss, you have your last meeting scheduled at eight.” My assistant announced, and I groaned.“Cancel it, call Alfredo to come pick me up.” I lashed out orders, puffing out a cloud of smoke to ease off the stress.“Where, Boss?”“Obsidian.” I spoke calmly, tipping the glass back.My fingers threaded through my scalp, ruffling the strands of my hair to the side.I dusted the tip of the roll in the ashtray before I lit it up. The tip burned rich orange, usually, the sight of it would have calmed whatever storm was brewing inside me.Today was an exception, so I dragged out a stack of my desk to reach for my glock. I checked the chamber before stacking bullets into it to spring from the chair, still with the tobacco between my lips as I exited my office.“Boss.” The men who stood on each side acknowledge
ELARAMy jaw slacked. I shook my head.“I don’t have…”“Oh, baby. But there’s so much of it on my phone.” David gripped both my wrist as he led me towards the room.Tears welled in my eyes, but I fought them from flooding down my cheeks..“You had hidden cameras.” My hands flew over my lips when he pointed them. The tears I fought so hard with, streamed down my cheeks as I imagined what the headlines would be if they got out.Super model gets wild: Elara’s sex tape released. Stunned beyond words, I turned to leave this place.He caught my wrist. Hard. “You walk out, and those nudes go everywhere. Your little swimwear brand? Kiss it goodbye. Every brand deal, every runway, every follower who thinks you’re wholesome, they’ll see what a slut you really are.”When I didn’t say anything, he went on, “You also have a few chats with me that I could put out there too. You really let me talk trash about Melissa Greenwood, and she’s one of your biggest customers for those little swimwear you s
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