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My blood was boiling.
I stood there against the wall of the hotel bar, the taste of humiliation still bitter on my tongue as Chandler stormed out without another word. The red wine stain on the floor where the glass had shattered looked like blood — fitting, really, considering how much I wanted to make him bleed for what he had just do
ROXETTEI woke up the next morning. The sheets were tangled around my legs, and my body still hummed with the remnants of last night’s passion.Chandler’s scent clung to the pillow beside me — that warm, musky mix of his cologne and skin that always made my stomach flutter.I stretched slowly, a delicious soreness between my thighs reminding me exactly how thoroughly he had claimed me hours earlier.He was already awake.Chandler lay on his side facing me, one arm propped under his head, watching me with those dark, intense eyes that always made me feel like the only woman in the world. A small, lazy smile tugged at the c
CHANDLERRoxette was still clinging to me when I carried her back into the bedroom of our Paris hotel suite.Her arms were wrapped tightly around my neck, her face buried in my shoulder, and I could feel the way her body trembled slightly against mine. Not from fear this time, but from something deeper—a need that matched my own.The moment she had said she was hungry and then looked at me with those big, vulnerable eyes, something inside me had snapped into place.I needed her. Not just to hold her, but to claim her. To remind both of us that she was mine and that nothing could take her away from me.I laid her down gently on the be
ROXETTEI woke up with a start, the soft morning light of Paris filtering through the heavy curtains of our hotel suite. For a moment, I was disoriented, blinking against the brightness as I tried to remember where I was. The bed was large and luxurious, the sheets tangled around my legs, and the faint scent of Chandler’s cologne still lingered on the pillow beside me. I reached out instinctively, but the space next to me was empty. Cold.He wasn’t there.I sat up slowly, rubbing my eyes and trying to piece together the night before. I had told him I needed some time alone with my thoughts after the confrontation with Diana. I had said I was fine, just sad about how things had turned out with her. I had asked for space, and he had given it to me, tucking me into
DAHLIAMy blood was boiling.I stood there against the wall of the hotel bar, the taste of humiliation still bitter on my tongue as Chandler stormed out without another word. The red wine stain on the floor where the glass had shattered looked like blood — fitting, really, considering how much I wanted to make him bleed for what he had just done. My cheek still stung from the memory of his grip, and my throat felt tight where his hand had pressed against it. He had dared to threaten me. To pin me like some common whore and speak to me like I was nothing.I gritted my teeth so hard I thought they might crack.Diana stepped closer, her eyes wide with concern as she looked me up and down. “Mom, are you okay? He didn’t
CHANDLERThe hotel bar was dimly lit and nearly empty when I stormed in, my footsteps heavy and purposeful against the polished marble floor. The few scattered guests glanced up from their drinks, but I didn’t spare them a single look. My eyes locked immediately on Dahlia sitting at the far end of the long mahogany bar, a glass of deep red wine already in her hand. She looked every bit the elegant, calculated ex-wife she always tried to project — perfectly styled hair, designer dress hugging her figure, that cold, superior smile already curling on her lips the moment she saw me approaching.I didn’t smile back.I didn’t sit down.I didn’t offer any pleasantries.I walked straight up to her like a storm about to break, my presence alone sucking the air out of the space around us. The anger that had been simmering in my chest since I left Roxette sleeping peacefully in our hotel room had now turned into something volcanic — hot, sharp, and ready to destroy everything in its path. This w
CHANDLERI noticed the change in her mood the moment we stepped back into the hotel suite.Roxette had been smiling earlier — genuinely smiling — as we walked back from dinner. The Paris lights had reflected in her eyes, and for a few precious hours, she had looked like the girl I had fallen for. Light. Happy. Free from the weight of everything back home. But the second we walked through the door, something shifted. Her shoulders tensed. Her steps slowed. The smile that had been on her face all evening faded like it had never been there at all.I knew why.Diana.And Dahlia.They had found us. They had ruined the one place I had tried to make safe for her.I watched her as she kicked off her shoes and walked over to the window, staring out at the city lights without really seeing them. Her arms wrapped around herself like she was trying to hold herself together. I wanted to pull her into my arms, to tell her again that I would fix this, that they wouldn’t touch her again. But I could
ROXETTEI moaned loudly, the sound echoing through the quiet house. My pussy clenched around him greedily, the slick sounds growing louder as he railed me without mercy.“Daddy! It’s too deep! Slow down—yes!!”My begs only seemed to fuel him.He released my wrists only to flip me onto my stomach, y
ROXETTEChandler’s eyes bored into mine, dark with lust, dominance, and that stunned flicker from my unfiltered outburst. The air between us crackled, thick with four days of pent-up tension, tears, alcohol, and raw need.Gods, he looks like he wants to ruin me… and I want him to.He didn’t say ano
ROXETTEThe silence in the car grew heavier. Every few minutes I could feel Calvin glance over at me, but I kept my eyes fixed outside, pretending to be lost in the passing scenery.Calvin’s voice broke the silence again, gentle this time. “You okay, Roxy? That Troy guy was a real asshole. I’m sorr
ROXETTEThe word “tease” was still hanging on Troy’s sloppy tongue when a strong hand suddenly clamped down on his wrist like a vice.Troy’s drunken grin froze. A second later, Calvin twisted hard.A sharp, ugly crack echoed under the pounding music as Troy’s wrist bent at a brutal angle. Troy scre







