LOGINDIANAMy head felt like it had been split open with a hammer.The moment I cracked my eyes open, bright sunlight stabbed straight into my skull. A low, pathetic groan escaped my throat as I rolled over in the massive guest bed, clutching my temples. My mouth tasted like stale alcohol and regret. Every heartbeat sent a fresh wave of nausea rolling through me.Hangover from hell.I hated this part. Always did. The night before—laughing, dancing, shots with Roxy—felt like a distant dream. Now I was just angry. Angry at the light, angry at the pounding in my head, angry at the world for existing. When I drank too much, the morning after turned me into a raging bitch, and I didn’t even try to fight it.I slapped my hand on the bedside table, searching blindly for my phone. Nothing. Where the hell was it?“Maid!” I shouted, voice raspy and irritated. “Get in here!”The door opened almost immediately. Stella hurried in carrying a tray with a bowl of soup, some water, and painkillers. She lo
ROXETTEChandler’s hands never stopped their expert massage on my breasts, kneading them with deep, rhythmic pressure that made my toes curl in the warm water. I was panting, moaning softly, completely lost in the feeling of his strong fingers working my sensitive flesh while his thick cock rested hot and heavy between my thighs.But the deep soreness in my pussy still lingered.Chandler seemed to read my body perfectly.His right hand slowly trailed downward from my breast, gliding over my stomach and slipping beneath the surface of the water. I tensed for a moment as his fingers brushed the sensitive skin of my inner thighs.“Wait..”“Easy, baby girl,” he whispered against my ear, voice low and gentle. “I’ve got you.”Two thick fingers pressed lightly against my swollen folds, not pushing inside, not trying to penetrate me, just resting there with warm, steady pressure. Then he began to move.It wasn’t fingering in the usual sense. It felt more like a careful, intimate massage.His
ROXETTEThe en-suite bathroom was enormous, all marble and glass with a deep, luxurious bathtub that could easily fit four people. Chandler had already run the water, filling it with hot, steaming water and a hint of something expensive and masculine that smelled like sandalwood and citrus. He helped me step in first, his strong hands steadying my shaky legs as I lowered myself into the warm water with a soft hiss.Chandler slid in behind me, his large body settling against the back of the tub. Before I could protest or move away, he pulled me back until I was sitting directly on his lap, my back pressed to his broad chest. The moment I settled, I felt it—his thick, hard cock nestled firmly between my thighs, the heavy length resting right against my sore folds, the head nudging teasingly close to my entrance.I gasped, hands gripping the edges of the tub. “Chandler…”“Shh,” he murmured against my ear, voice low and lazy. “Just relax, baby girl. Let me take care of you.”His hands s
ROXETTEMy gaze landed on the clock on the nightstand.12:07 PM.“Shit!” I gasped, bolting upright so fast that the room spun for a second. Diana. I had completely forgotten about her. She had been passed out drunk last night, carried away by the servants before Chandler dismissed everyone. What if she woke up and wondered where I was? What if she sees this!Panic surged through me. I threw the sheets off and swung my legs over the edge of the bed, only to nearly collapse the moment my feet touched the floor. My thighs trembled violently, weak and shaky from the brutal pounding Chandler had given me last night. My pussy ached sharply with every small movement—swollen, tender, and still leaking a faint trace of his cum. I hissed through my teeth, grabbing the edge of the bed for support.“Damn it, Chandler…” I muttered under my breath, blaming him even as heat rushed to my face at the memory of how many times I had cum screaming his name.I tried to stand properly and dress, but m
ROXETTE Morning light filtered softly through the heavy curtains of Chandler’s private suite, casting a warm, golden glow across the silk sheets. I woke up slowly, every inch of my body deliciously sore in ways I had never experienced before.My thighs ached, my hips carried faint bruises from his possessive grip, and between my legs… God, my pussy throbbed with a deep, lingering burn that made even the slightest shift of my legs send a sharp reminder of how roughly he had claimed me last night.I turned my head carefully on the pillow and froze.Chandler was still asleep beside me, his large, powerful frame taking up most of the bed. One strong arm was draped possessively over my waist, fingers splayed across my bare skin as if even in sleep he refused to let me go. His chest rose and fell in slow, steady breaths, the hard planes of muscle relaxed but still imposing. He looked… breathtaking.Not like the boys I had dated before—Josh with his cocky grins and childish games, or the
ROXETTEMy orgasm crashed over me like a tidal wave. My walls spasmed violently around his cock, gushing hard, squirting around his thick shaft as my whole body convulsed. I screamed his name, back arching off the chaise, tears pouring down my face from the intensity. My pussy kept fluttering and milking him, soaking us both even more.But Chandler still didn’t stop.He fucked me straight through it, prolonging the orgasm until it bordered on painful overstimulation. His grip on my throat and hip tightened possessively, fingers digging into my skin hard enough to leave marks.“That’s it. Keep cumming. Keep soaking my cock. This is what happens when you test me, baby girl. When you make me jealous and then come home smelling like another man.”He suddenly pulled out, making me whine at the empty feeling, only to flip me onto all fours again. He yanked my hips back and slammed back inside in one brutal motion, fucking me doggy-style with even more force. One hand fisted my hair, yanking
DIANA Roxette left hours ago. She’d crashed in the guest room, saying she was wiped out from the fight with her mom and that creep Dave. We’d chatted for a bit, but the second she disappeared down the hall, I switched over to Calvin. We started with dirty texting. Me sending him teasing pics, him
ROXETTE My body clenched around Chandler so intensely it milked every drop of cum from his own orgasm in a brutal release that left both of us shaking against the door."Fuck yes," he grunted through gritted teeth, collapsing forward onto my shoulder as aftershocks wracked through his frame. “Dad
ROXETTEMy entire body went rigid the moment the single syllable slipped from my lips.Chandler’s gray eyes darkened instantly, pupils dilating as raw possessiveness flared across his features. The controlled facade he’d maintained shattered completely. His hands left their position caging me agai
ROXETTE“I was the one who took your virginity that night,” he continued calmly, his voice deep and steady like a verdict that had already been decided. “I was the one who claimed you for the first time. And I’m the one claiming you now.”His gaze dropped slowly to my lips before lifting back to my







