LOGINChapter 3"Is this what you imagined?" he grits out, punctuating his words with sharp, deep jabs that make my toes curl in my heels. "When you were parading around in that dress? Did you think I’d just bend you over and fuck you like a cheap whore?""Yes," I gasp, the word torn from my throat. "God, yes."He releases my hair only to grab both my wrists, yanking them behind my back. He pins them there with one large hand, trapping me, arching my back even deeper. The loss of balance sends me sprawling further onto the hood of the truck, my cheek pressing against the cold, wet metal. I’m completely at his mercy."Look at you," he says, his voice dripping with dark amusement. "Taking it so well. Your father’s best friend, using this cunt like it belongs to me."The forbidden words hit me like a physical blow. The shame mixes with the pleasure, a toxic cocktail that sends me spiraling toward the edge. I shouldn't want this. I shouldn't be getting off on him talking about my father whil
Chapter 2The heavy oak front door clicks shut behind him, but the sound is swallowed instantly by the thunder cracking overhead. I don't let myself think. I don't let the cold, creeping dread of that text message settle in my bones. If I stop, I’ll have to process what my father did, what Rowan came here to do, and I can’t. Not yet. The only thing that exists right now is the magnetic pull dragging me toward the garage.I push through the side door into the dank, oil-scented air of the garage. The storm outside isn't just rain; it’s a violent, thrashing beast that rattles the corrugated metal roof. Rain hammers against the concrete driveway outside, a deafening roar that drowns out the world, leaving just this dim, grey space and the man standing next to his black pickup truck.Rowan has his back to me, one hand braced on the hood of his truck. He looks like a man fighting a war inside his own skin, every muscle in his back tense beneath his damp shirt."You lied," I say, my voice
Chapter 1 The rain beat against the glass of the sunroom, turning the garden outside into a smear of dark greens and grays. It’s my twenty-first birthday, and the house is quiet, My dad and his new wife left for the weekend hours ago, leaving behind a scattering of wrapping paper and half-empty wine glasses. I’m alone, or I’m supposed to be.I trace the rim of my wine glass, It’s cool and slick under my fingertip. Then the heavy oak front door creaks open, and the sound cuts through the damp air.“Alice?”The voice is low, roughened by years of smoking and shouting over construction sites. My heart gives a traitorous, familiar thud against my ribs before I even turn around.Rowan Hale stands in the doorway, shaking a black umbrella. He looks like he’s been carved out of the storm itself, wet coat, shoulders broad enough to block the light, jaw dark with stubble that’s just starting to turn silver. He’s my father’s best friend, a man who has occupied the periphery of my life for as
Chapter 6My skin is slick with sweat and their release, my thighs trembling, my breath coming in ragged gasps. I don’t even have the strength to lift my head when the soft click of the cabin door unlocking cuts through the roar of the engines.My muscles tense instinctively, but before I can react, the door slides open just enough for the stewardess to slip back inside, her arms carefully balancing a silver ice bucket with a champagne bottle nestled inside. Her gaze flicks up, just for a second and her breath catches. The bucket tilts as her eyes widen, taking in the scene: me, naked and wrecked, the sheets beneath me damp with fluids that aren’t just mine, the three men looming over me like predators who’ve just finished feeding. Vittorio is still half-hard, his cock glistening as he tucks it back into his slacks with a slow, deliberate motion. Alessio’s fingers trace idle patterns over my hip, his touch possessive even in laziness. And Dante, Dante stands near the window, his s
Chapter 5The cabin door hisses shut behind the stewardess. The sound snaps through the air, and suddenly, the weight of their gazes is back on me, three pairs of eyes burning into my skin, heavier than the storm clouds outside the windows. The jet shudders as it hits the first pocket of turbulence, the engines groaning like a beast waking up. My fingers dig into the silk sheets, the cool fabric slipping under my palms as I try to steady myself, but there’s no balance here. Not with them.Vittorio moves first. His hand slams between my shoulder blades, fingers tangling in my hair, and with one brutal yank, he forces me down onto all fours. The impact knocks the breath from my lungs, my knees sinking into the mattress, the sheets bunching under my weight.His other hand grips my hip, thumb pressing into the bone hard enough to bruise, and I can feel the heat of him behind me before he even touches me elsewhere, the thick pulsing weight of his cock dragging against my thigh, already s
Chapter 4Vittorio’s grip tightens for a little bit before he releases me, stepping aside with a grunt. The loss of his heat is immediate, but Alessio is there, his hand replacing Vittorio’s at the small of my back, steering me up the stairs and into the jet’s cabin.The interior is all cream leather and polished wood, the kind of luxury that screams old money, There’s a bed in the back—king-sized, rumpled, the sheets black silk. My pulse kicks up. Of course there’s a bed. Of course it’s already been used. The thought of them in here without me, their bodies tangled, their hands rough on each other, sends a traitorous rush of heat between my thighs.Dante takes the seat across from me, his long legs spread, his tie already loosened. He watches me with the same detached intensity he uses when he’s about to gut a man. "You’ll sit with me," he says. Alessio chuckles, dropping into the seat beside me before I can move. His thigh presses against mine, the heat of him seeping through the
Chapter 4I looked up as he entered, and Ken didn’t speak. He just held up his phone, his thumb hovering over the play button.My breath hitched. “Ken?”He pressed play.The moans filled the room instantly, thick and obscene, the wet sounds of my fingers fucking myself echoing off the walls. My fa
Chapter 8Then he pulled out.I whined at the loss; he left my body empty and aching, but before I could protest, his hands were on my hips, flipping me onto my hands and knees. The cool air hit my ass, my pussy throbbing, my skin slick with oil and sweat. I heard the sound of his cock being strok
Chapter 5The scent of roasted beef and red wine lingered in the air, mingling with the faintest hint of my perfume, something floral, delicate, the kind of fragrance that made Ken’s fingers twitch with the need to ruin it all. I sat across from him, my hands folded neatly in my lap, but my eyes b
Chapter 6 I couldn’t answer, my moans were muffled by the tablecloth beneath my cheek. Ken’s hand tangled in my hair again, yanking my head up so my back arched, my ass lifting just enough to give him a better angle. His other hand slid around my throat, his fingers pressing lightly against my pu







