LOGINROXETTEDiana’s face was a mask of pure, unfiltered rage. Her eyes were blazing with something dark and dangerous, her cheeks flushed deep red, and her chest was rising and falling in sharp, angry breaths. The slap she had just delivered still burned hot across my left cheek, the sting spreading like fire. My skin felt raw and throbbing, but it was nothing compared to the ice-cold terror that had flooded my entire body the moment she screamed those words.I tried to speak. I tried to calm her down. My voice came out shaky and broken as tears streamed down my face.“Diana, please… just listen to me,” I begged, my words tumbling out in a desperate rush. “I know you’re angry. I know I hurt you.
ROXETTEI woke up tangled in the sheets with Chandler’s arm draped heavily across my waist, his warm breath tickling the back of my neck. The Paris morning light filtered softly through the curtains, casting a golden glow over the luxurious hotel suite.My body still ached deliciously from the intense morning sex we had just shared — the way he had taken me from behind, then flipped me over and made love to me slowly and deeply until we both came undone together. Even now, just thinking about it sent a fresh wave of heat through me.But we couldn’t stay in bed forever.With great reluctance, we eventually dragged ourselves into the shower. The hot water cascaded over us as Chandler’s ha
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
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
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 m
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







