LOGINChapter 2The phone buzzes sharply again on the nightstand, slicing through the heavy, sex-soaked silence. Marcus goes rigid under me, his spent cock still buried deep inside my pussy, twitching with the aftershocks. His eyes snap to the screen again and it’s Eleanor’s name of course…glowing in the dark. Sweat beads fresh on his forehead, and I feel his heart hammering against my palm where it rests on his chest.I smile, slow and wicked, tracing lazy circles on his skin with my nails. “You gonna get that, Professor?” I purr against his neck, my voice still husky from coming so hard. “Or should I?”He shakes his head fast, Adam’s apple bobbing. “Kayla, no please don’t!”Too late. I slide off him deliberately, letting his cum drip warm and sticky down my inner thighs. The silk robe slips open completely as I stand, cool air kissing my naked skin. I stretch my back arching, tits pushing forward while he watches, helpless while the phone keeps buzzing.I snatch it up and answer, lock
Chapter 1My phone buzzes on the glass coffee table, and I already know it’s Marcus before I even look. Professor Reed. He’s like clockwork…. He texts every hour when he’s not here, practically panting for attention like a dog who knows his place at my feet.The place smells like jasmine and those fancy vanilla candles he spoils me with. The ones from that little boutique downtown. Last week he dropped almost 1000 bucks on three of them and this silk robe that’s barely been worn. It’s hanging off my desk chair right now.I stretch out on my velvet sofa, letting my cropped t-shirt ride up, cool air brushing over the curve of my belly. The phone lights up again. Two messages this time.“Can I see you tonight?” “I miss you.”I let my thumb hover over the screen, smiling to myself. I could drag this out, make him sweat a little longer. But rent’s due in three days and that new designer drop is calling my name. I type back slow and teasing.“Transfer me $500 and you can come over. Brin
Chapter 4The head of his cock is right there, hot and heavy against my lips. I can taste the salty precum already leaking from the tip, that thick musky smell of him filling my nose. My mouth waters even though my jaw still aches from before. I flick my tongue out, licking slow across the swollen head, and he hisses through his teeth, fingers tightening in my hair.I open wider and take him in, sliding my lips down his shaft. He’s so fucking thick, stretching my mouth wide, veins pulsing against my tongue. I bob my head, trying to take more, spit already dripping down my chin. My hands grab his thighs for balance, nails digging in as I suck harder, hollowing my cheeks.“Fuck… yeah, just like that,” he groans, voice all rough and low. His hips start rocking, pushing deeper. I gag when he hits the back of my throat but I don’t pull away. I want this. I want to earn it so bad my pussy’s throbbing.He fucks my face for a minute, short thrusts that make wet, filthy noises echo in the ro
Chapter 3Everything comes back in messy little pieces. The annoying buzz of the lights, the way the sticky table is glued to my sweaty back and thighs, the gross-sweet smell of leftover soy sauce mixed with sex hanging heavy in the room. My body feels wrecked in the best way, all loose and melty, like I sank into the wood. My pussy’s still fluttering from that last orgasm, tiny aftershocks that make me clench my teeth and breathe funny.I don’t wanna move. I could just lie here forever, floating in this warm haze.But then I see his shadow. I blink slow and look up. Jun-seok’s standing right there, tall as hell, staring down at me like I’m his personal fucktoy. His black tank top is plastered to his chest with sweat, showing every hard line of muscle. His hair’s messy, pushed back, a couple strands stuck to his forehead. That face… there’s nothing soft in it. Just pure hunger burning in his eyes.My heart kicks hard. All the tired, floaty feeling in my arms and legs flips into thi
Chapter 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 3My cock sprang free, aching and leaking, but Dylan didn’t touch it. Instead, he grabbed my ankles, jerking me to the edge of the couch, my ass hanging half-off.“Spread your legs,” he ordered, and I did, my thighs trembling. The first slap to my inner thigh made me jump, the sting sharp a
The King’s Pov Selene Vaelor stands in the center of the chamber, her wrists bound in silver chains that should make her tremble, but don’t. She’s smaller than I expected, but there’s nothing fragile about the way she holds herself. Her spine is straight, her chin lifted just enough to meet my ga
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 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







