Mag-log inChapter 5"Just... the heat in here, Richard. It's quite humid," Rowan rasps. His voice sounds wrecked, tight and strained.I hook my fingers into the waistband of his boxers and pull them down just enough to free him. His cock springs out, heavy and demanding in the dim light. I wrap my hand around the base, feeling the velvety skin stretched tight over the steel hardness of him. He pulses in my grip.I lean in and flick my tongue over the head, tasting the salty bead of pre-cum that has already gathered there. Rowan’s hand comes down under the table, his fingers tangling in my wet hair. He doesn't push me away. He grips my skull, holding me there, his thumb pressing against my ear..I open my mouth and take him inside, sliding down as far as I can. The angle is awkward, the table leg pressing into my back, but the thrill is out of this world. I suck hard, hollowing my cheeks, using my tongue to stroke the sensitive vein on the underside.Above me, the conversation continues. "Wel
Chapter 4Everything in hear is too bright, too clean. The air smells heavily of chlorine and expensive sunscreen, a chemical sweetness that coats the back of my throat. I float on my back in the center of the pool, letting the water push me up, staring at the high, vaulted ceiling.Near the edge, under a large white umbrella, my father and Rowan sit at a wrought-iron table. They are surrounded by spreadsheets and tablets, the blue light of the screens reflecting on their faces. My father is talking, his hands moving in sharp, chopping motions as he emphasizes some point about logistics or profit margins. Rowan listens, nodding slowly, sipping from a glass of iced water.I turn onto my stomach and begin a slow breaststroke toward the shallow end, cutting through the water with deliberate, lazy movements. The bikini I chose is black, barely there, high-cut on the hips to show off my legs. It’s a deliberate choice.As I get closer, I watch Rowan. He hasn’t looked at me once. Not a si
Chapter 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 2The steam in the Hot thub curled around my body, clinging to the damp fabric of my emerald-green bikini. I know that i shouldn’t have come. After that kiss yesterday, the one that had left my lips swollen . Id sworn to myself ld stay away. Block his number. Delete his messages. Pretend h
My body was still trembling from the aftermath of his assault. My skin flushed and marked from his touch. “This is your initiation,” he growled, his voice low , “You’ll learn your place. You’ll learn to obey.” He ran a gloved hand down my torso, his touch possessive, tracing the curve of my
Chapter 2I lay open wide across the bed, my body gleaming with a sheen of sweat, my chest rising and falling. He stood beside me, his eyes dark with a mixture of satisfaction and lingering desire. His hand slid down my thigh, his fingers grazing the sensitive skin still warm from his earlier touc
Chapter 5Across the table, just a little too far to the left, Alex, my bodyguard, had finally arrived, all dark hair and sharp cheekbones, his broad shoulders barely contained by the tailored black suit. He was supposed to be professional, detached, but his gaze kept slipping…pfft.I knew he was







