LOGINChapter 1 The music thrums through the soles of my boots before I even push open the heavy black door of Velvet Hush, the kind of club where the air smells like spilled whiskey and the kind of perfume that costs more than my rent. I adjust the strap of my little black dress, just tight enough to make my tits look like they’re spilling over, just loose enough that I can still breathe and step inside. The heat hits me first, thick and sticky, then the noise.I’m not here for the music. I’m not here for the drinks, either, though the first one goes down smooth, burning a path straight to my stomach. No, I’m here because my vibrator’s gotten boring, because the last time I came, I had to imagine some faceless guy from a dating app just to get there, and even then, it was half-hearted. I’m Forty years old, bright red hair that still turns heads, and what do I have to show for it? A king-size bed that stays too cold on one side and a nightstand drawer full of silicone cocks that doesn’
Chapter 5She hauls me to my feet by my hair and pushes me. I stumble backward, losing my balance, and land hard on the floor. The carpet scrapes my skin, but I don’t have time to register the pain. Vanessa is on me instantly. She flips me onto my back, grabbing my ankles and forcing my legs wide open. I splay out before her, utterly vulnerable, my pussy throbbing and exposed.She spits on her hand, a thick, glob of saliva, and rubs it roughly between my legs, smearing it over my sensitive folds and the dried remnants of Marcus. The friction is harsh, almost painful, but my body betrays me, clenching in anticipation."You’re mine now," she growls, positioning the head of the strap-on at my entrance. "Marcus had his turn. Now you’re going to learn what a real fucking feels like."She doesn’t prep me. She doesn’t wait for me to adjust. She slams her hips forward, driving the massive cock deep inside me in one brutal thrust.I scream. It’s torn from my throat, raw and ragged. The stret
Chapter 4The air in the bedroom is thick, suffocating, smelling of sweat, semen, and my own shattered restraint. Marcus lies beside me, his chest heaving, the evidence of his climax cooling on my back. The silence stretches, heavy and accusing, wrapping around my throat like a noose. My heart hammers against my ribs, a frantic rhythm that matches the throbbing between my legs. Guilt claws at my stomach, sharp and jagged, but it’s tangled with something else, a dark, sticky residue of pleasure that won’t wash away.I shove Marcus. Hard. My hands connect with his damp, slick shoulder, pushing him aside. He grunts, shifting, confusion flickering across his face, but I don’t wait. I scramble off the bed, my legs trembling so violently I nearly collapse. I need to get out. I need to run. The torn dress hangs off my body like a rag, useless and exposing, but I don’t care. I lunge for the door, stumbling over the debris of our clothing, his shredded shirt, my ruined panties.I burst into
Chapter 3Marcus doesn't wait for the silence to settle. His fingers clamp around my wrist, the pressure bruising against my delicate bone. He pulls, and I stumble, my heels catching on the hardwood, forcing me to scramble to keep pace as we move down the hallway.We crash against the wall leading to the bedroom, the impact jarring my teeth. His mouth is on mine instantly, erasing the tentative, exploratory taste of moments ago and replacing it with something desperate. His teeth graze my lower lip, hard enough to draw blood, the metallic tang blooming on my tongue. I gasp into his mouth, and he takes the opportunity to deepen the invasion, his tongue dueling with mine, thrusting and retreating with a rhythm that promises exactly what’s coming next.My hands claw at his shirt, needing to feel skin, needing to anchor myself to something I yank the fabric apart, baring his chest. He’s hot under my palms, the muscles rigid and heaving. He growls low in his throat, a vibration that trav
Chapter 2The first touch of his lips is soft against mine. It’s not the harsh type i would have expected from a man like him. All that exists is the heat of Marcus’s mouth, the faint taste of whiskey on his tongue, and the way his hand cups my jaw, his thumb stroking the sensitive skin just below my ear. A shiver ripples through me, and I lean into him, parting my lips to deepen the kiss. That’s when the dam breaks. Marcus groans, low and guttural, and his grip tightens, pulling me flush against him. His tongue slides into my mouth, possessive and hungry, and I kiss him back with a desperation that surprises even myself. My hands tangle in his hair, and I can feel the hard ridge of his cock pressing against my thigh through his jeans. God, I want this. I want him. The thought is so clear, so undeniable, that it feels like a physical blow. Across the room, a soft gasp breaks the spell. I pull back, my chest heaving, and my eyes land on Vanessa. She’s still straddling Daniel, but h
Chapter 1I swirl the wine liquid in my glass, watching the ice cubes clink together. The living room of Daniel’s and my house is spacious, but tonight, with the four of us sprawled across the leather sofas, it feels intimate, almost claustrophobically so.Vanessa throws her head back, her laughter. eight and loud. She’s sitting on the rug, legs tucked beneath her, the hem of her short black dress riding high enough to reveal the curve of her thighs. She’s had too much to drink; we all have. But there’s a glint in her eyes, a mischievous spark that I know well. It’s the look she gets right before she suggests something she knows she shouldn’t.“I’m just saying,” Vanessa says, wiping a tear of mirth from her cheek, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper that she doesn’t bother to hide. “We’ve been married for what, five years? Seven? The routine is killer. It’s like eating the same meal every night for the rest of your life. Delicious, sure, but... predictable.”Daniel, sittin
Chapter 4The gallery was filled with different people, its high ceilings filled with the hushed murmurs of patrons as they wandered between canvases and sculptures. Leonardo’s latest collection Flesh and Surrender had its own the space: it showed naked bodies twisted together , women on top of
Chapter 6I stood by a particularly striking canvas, my eyes lingering on the view of the fountain outside, though my mind was far from the art. My thoughts were consumed by Alex, my bodyguard, the only man who could make my body heat up with just a single thought. I had grown used to the way my p
Chapter 5Across the table, just a little too far to the left, Alex, my bodyguard, had finally arrived, all dark hair and sharp cheekbones, his broad shoulders barely contained by the tailored black suit. He was supposed to be professional, detached, but his gaze kept slipping…pfft.I knew he was
Chapter 3Leonardo's chuckle was dark, approving, as he stepped back just enough to give himself room, his hand moving to the fly of his trousers. The sound of his zipper was loud in the quiet of the studio, and my gaze flickered to him, watching as he freed his cock, already hard, already leaking







