LOGINChapter 3The carpet burns my knees as Scott’s hand tangles in my hair, yanking my head back so hard my throat stretches, exposed and vulnerable. His cock juts out from his unzipped pants, thick and veined, the head already glistening with pre-cum, the scent of him…musky and so fucking masculine, intoxicating, filling my nose as he shoves my face closer. "Open that pretty mouth, Brandy," his voice is a growl, rough and commanding, his free hand gripping the base of his shaft, stroking it once, twice, just to watch me flinch. My lips part on instinct, tongue darting out to wet them, but before I can even lean in, his fingers tighten in my hair, pulling me back again. "No. Not like this." His breath is ragged, his cock twitching like it’s angry, like it’s been denied too long. "You don’t get to decide how you suck me. You take what I give you."I whimper, my pussy clenching around nothing, still throbbing from the last orgasm he wrung out of me. The air is thick with the scent of m
Chapter 2The alley air still clings to my skin, cool brick against my back, the ghost of Scott’s fingers still throbbing between my legs, when he grabs my wrist and pulls me into motion. His grip isn’t gentle. It’s possessive, his long fingers wrapping around my wrist like a cuff, his thumb pressing into the pulse point just hard enough to make me gasp. “Hotel’s two blocks,” he growls, his voice rough against my ear as he steers me toward the neon glow of the street. “You’re gonna walk nice and slow, like a good girl, and if you so much as think about running, I’ll bend you over the first flat surface I find and fuck you right there.”A shiver runs down my spine, but it’s not fear. It’s the promise in his words, the way his free hand slides down to my ass, squeezing hard enough to make me stumble before he steadies me. The sidewalk is slick under my heels, the city lights blurring as he guides me past a flickering diner sign, the scent of grease and coffee mixing with the musk of
Chapter 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 5The elevator doors slide shut with a quiet ding, sealing me inside with him. The space is too small, too intimate, the mirros reflecting our disheveled states, his suit still clean and straight despite how rough he was with me.My pulse thrums in my throat, my body still aching from the
Chapter 2Kiara’s POVIris’s fingers slide down my arm, leaving a cold trail in their wake as she pulls me toward the shadows at the back of the club. The bass thrums through the floor, vibrating up my legs, but it’s nothing compared to the way my pulse hammers between my thighs. Her heels click
Chapter 1I step through the wrought-iron gates, the clatter of the ticket booth closing behind me, and for a second, I let myself believe this might work, that the noise, the chaos, the press of strangers might drown out the voice in my head that won’t stop whispering you’re empty, you’re empty, y
Chapter 6The belt is tight in my grip, his wrists bound with the same leather that once held me down. His breath is hot against my neck, a dark chuckle vibrating through his chest as I press him back against the cold metal of the bench. His cock is already hardening again, thick and heavy betwee







