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 6Marco’s fingers dig deeper into my hips, his grip bruising as he slams into me with a grunt, his cock thrusting in and out of my soaked pussy. The wooden table creaks beneath us, the rough grain biting into my back as I arche, my cuffed wrists scraping against the edge. Enzo still has h
Chapter 7Marco doesn’t pull out right away. He stays buried inside me, his cock twitching as the last of his release pulses into me, his breath hot against my neck.“That’s it,” he murmurs, his voice rough with satisfaction. “Take every fucking drop.”I’m still trembling, my body oversensitive, my
Chapter 5Dante and Luca step back, they're done for now. I hang between them, my breath ragged, my body trembling from denial, and all the teasing. My wrists ache in the cuffs, my skin flushed, my pussy throbbing with unfulfilled need. I swallowed hard, my lips still swollen from Dante’s bruising
Chapter 4Viktor’s gloved fingers closed around my upper arm, the leash forgotten, he walked so fast my heels skidded across the reception-hall marble.No one spoke; the watching guests only smiled, like they knew what was about to happen. Wet squelches were still coming from beneath my soaked lace







