MasukChapter 2For a moment I’m completely frozen in place, the pass in my sweaty hand feeling impossibly heavy, like it might slip right through my fingers. Mia’s jumping up and down beside me, her mouth going a hundred miles an hour, but I can’t make out a single word. The ringing in my ears and the thunderous roar of the crowd still screaming for an encore drown everything else out. Then a heavy hand clamps down on my upper arm, firm and tight. I look up to see one of the security guards towering over me, built like a damn mountain, his face completely unreadable.“Ava!,” he says, voice low and rumbling “This way.”He starts carving a path through the packed bodies like a ship cutting through rough water, and I have no choice but to follow, my boots sticking and peeling off the gross, beer-soaked floor with every step. The crowd presses against my back, thousands of voices, raw and desperate, all calling for the man I’m being led toward. It’s overwhelming. We push through a heavy s
Chapter 1I stood in front of my mirror, heart already racing even though the concert was still hours away.“Which one makes me look sluttier?” I asked, holding up two tops. “The black one or the white one?”Mia looked up from my bed where she was doing her makeup and smirked. “Black. Definitely. Your tits look insane in that one.”I laughed and pulled the tight black crop top over my head. The fabric clung to my body, the deep V-neck showing off a generous amount of cleavage. I turned sideways, checking how my boobs sat and how much of my waist was exposed. My short pleated skirt barely covered the bottom of my ass, and I paired it with white sneakers so I could actually survive standing for hours.I wanted to look hot tonight. Not just cute, I wanted to look fuckable.Because tonight I was finally seeing him. Ryu Jun-seok.For three years I had been completely obsessed. I knew every choreo, every song, every little habit of his. I had touched myself more times than I could count i
Chapter 4Claire’s Pov I take a step, my bare foot finding the rough stone of the balcony floor. The silence stretches, heavy and suffocating, broken only by the ragged sound of Marcus’s breathing behind me. I think it’s over. I think I’ve broken him enough.Then a hand clamps around my wrist. Before I can process the shock, a second hand seizes my other arm. land my back collides with the iron railing.The impact drives the air from my lungs in a sharp, wheezing gasp. The metal bars are freezing, biting into my spine, bruising the skin instantly through the cold. I stumble, my legs giving way, but he doesn’t let me fall. Marcus looms over me. His face is a mask of blood and sweat, streaked where my nails raked him, his eyes wild and bloodshot. He isn’t looking at me like a lover or even an enemy; he’s looking at me like something that needs to be obliterated.He yanks my wrists upward, pinning them hard against the cold iron bars, forcing my body to arch awkwardly, thrusting my c
Chapter 3Claire’s eyes dart from the locked handle to my face. She knows. She can smell it….that thick, musky tang of semen and sweat that clings to the air.She sees the smear of ruby-red lipstick at the corner of my mouth, a messy proof to how deep I just took him.Her gaze drops to Marcus, who is still slumped against the marble vanity, his chest heaving like he’s just run a marathon. His pants are undone, the belt hanging loose, the fabric of his shirt wrinkled where my hands gripped and pulled. He looks wrecked. Ruined. And he looks delicious.I step closer to him, invading his personal space, feeling the heat radiating off his flushed skin. Claire makes a noise, a sharp intake of breath, but I ignore her. My focus is entirely on the man trembling in front of me. I reach out, my fingernails scraping lightly against the stubble on his jaw, forcing his head up until his glassy, unfocused eyes lock onto mine."You look a mess, Marcus," I murmur, my voice low and throaty, meant on
Chapter 2The thick, salty heat floods my tongue, coating the back of my throat in rhythmic pulses. I hold him there, my lips sealed tight around the base of his shaft, feeling the frantic, final spasms of his orgasm as his hips jerk against my face. His fingers are tangled in my hair, gripping hard enough to sting, but I don't pull away until I've milked him for every last drop. I swallow, the action deliberate and loud in the confined space of the VIP bathroom, the taste of him is bitter and musky, settling heavily on my palate.Outside the heavy oak door, the pounding intensifies, the vibrations rattling the brass handle and traveling through the floorboards to my knees."Marcus! Marcus, open this door right now!" Claire’s voice is shrill, cutting through the haze of sex and steam that fills the room. It’s no longer a polite tap; it’s a demand, fueled by the kind of panic that only sets in when a woman realizes she’s lost control of her man. "I know you’re in there! I saw you co
Chapter 1 The champagne bubbles burst against my tongue, Claire my sister stands under the crystal chandelier of the ballroom, her hand draped possessively over Marcus’s forearm. The fabric of her white dress is crisp white, a cloud of silk that cost more than my first car. Four years ago, she wore a different dress to a different event….my wedding reception, and ended the night in a coat room with my then-husband. The memory is a physical weight, a stone lodged in my throat that no amount of expensive alcohol can dislodge. I watch her tilt her head back, laughing at something Marcus says, and I grip the stem of my glass until my knuckles turn white.Marcus shifts his weight, adjusting the cuff of his bespoke tuxedo. He looks bored, his jaw ticking so hard it’s obvious he’s performing. He’s taller than I remembered, broader in the shoulders, filling out the formal wear with an easy, masculine power. His dark hair is styled back, revealing a face that belongs on a magazine cove
Chapter 7I took him deeper, my lips stretching around his thick length, my tongue flattening against the underside of his shaft. I hollowed my cheeks, sucking him hard, my free hand cupped his heavy balls, rolling them gently. His thighs trembled, his grip on my hair tightening as I bobbed my hea
Chapter 10The private jet sliced through the twilight sky, its engines a low, steady hum that vibrated through the plush leather seats. I sat across from Richard, my fingers tracing the rim of my glass of champagne, the bubbles long since gone flat. My attention was fixed solely on him. His prese
Chapter 8The sleek black Mercedes glided to a stop in front of the towering skyscraper; its tinted windows were dark, and no one could see inside, even if they tried. My fingers trembled around the thick envelope in my lap, the divorce papers crisp and final. My body shook with both anticipation
Chapter 1I stood frozen near the teacher’s desk, my fingers clutching the edge of my notebook so tightly the pages crinkled. The door had clicked shut behind me, and the sound scared me; it was deliberate. I wasn’t alone.Footsteps echoed softly, sending shivers down my spine. I didn’t need to tu







