LOGIN“You like that?” she murmured. I nodded, unable to speak, she fingered my clit faster, more insistent, setting my nerves on fire. At the same time, she caught my mouth with hers again , kissing me deeply, I fumbled for the lever and lowered the back of my seat, my movements clumsy with want. The shift changed everything, suddenly I was reclined beneath her, legs wide open . she leaned into it, following me down, her presence hovering close, My hands explored her body, I traced the curve of her waist, the line of her hips, then pulled her closer, gripping her firmly, needing to feel her body more . She let out a soft moan against my mouth. Then she moved,climbing over me until she was straddling my lap. The weight of her, the heat of her body so close to mine, I shifted beneath her, opening my legs widely , letting our bodies line up in a way that my pussy could touch hers. She rocked gently against me, not rushed, I could feel her clit rubbing against mine , up and down, slowly the s
HER TOUCH IN MY CAR The bass hit me first as I stepped inside the club, low, heavy, pulsing through the floor and straight into my chest. Lights cut through the haze in flashes of purple and red, bodies moving in loose, reckless rhythms, sweat and perfume hanging thick in the air. I slid onto a barstool and rested my elbows on the counter . “Something strong,” I told the bartender. “Something that burns on the way down.” He nodded like he understood exactly what kind of night I was having.When the glass landed in front of me, I wrapped my fingers around it and took a slow sip. The alcohol bloomed in my chest, warm and sharp, loosening the knot that had been tightening all day. I exhaled, my shoulders dropping just a little. Not enough to relax , just enough to breathe. I let my eyes wander.The dance floor was packed. People pressed close, grinding, laughing, moving like nothing existed outside the beat. It should’ve made me feel invisible. Instead, it made me feel awake. Present.
SOMETHING DIFFERENT I swallowed. Images flashed through my mind, the gala night, the emails, the photos, Daniel’s hands pushing me back, the woman’s mocking tone on the phone. Everyone seemed capable of damage now. Everyone felt sharp. “You know what, forget I asked,” I said quickly, the words tumbling out as if I could pull them back the moment they left my mouth.There was another pause. Then his voice softened. “I would never hurt you, Emma,” Adrian said. “I would never.” The way he said it, certain, almost wounded, made my chest tighten. He thought that was what I meant. That I was asking if he would hurt me. Not if he had hurt someone else. Not if there were parts of him I didn’t know. Just… me.I nodded even though he couldn’t see it, my fingers still curled tightly around my phone. Guilt crept in, slow and heavy. Guilt for carrying so many thoughts I couldn’t explain without unraveling everything. “I know,” I murmured . He had no idea that I was about to ruin him to save mysel
BLOCKED ?!I turned the shower on and stepped under the stream, letting the water hit my back first, hot, steady, loud enough to drown my thoughts, or so I hoped. Steam climbed the tiles, fogging the mirror, blurring my reflection until I was just a shape behind glass. For a few seconds, I stood there with my palms flat against the wall, forehead resting on cool tile, breathing.Then my mind started again. What if I feed her the wrong information? The thought slipped in so smoothly it almost made me laugh. Who is this woman? I tilted my head, water running down my neck, tracing my spine. How would she even know? The idea felt mischievous at first. Light. Almost empowering. I could say anything. A small, breathless laugh escaped me. Lmao, I thought bitterly. You want to play games? I can play too But wait ?, what if she knew what she was asking, I doubt that. I reached for the soap, slicked it between my palms, and then pain sliced through me. Sharp, Sudden. Right at my shoulder.I
UNKNOWN CALLERThe sound sliced through my sleep like glass. My phone rang, sharp, insistent, and I jolted awake, my heart already racing before my mind could catch up. For a split second, I didn’t know where I was. Then the ceiling came into focus. The familiar crack near the corner. The pale curtains I’d been meaning to change for months. I was home. Not Adrian’s place. Mine.That realization hit harder than it should have. My body felt heavy, sore in that dull, aching way that comes from restless sleep and unresolved panic. I reached for the phone on my bedside table, squinting at the screen. Unknown number. Of course. I hesitated, my thumb hovering. Something in my chest tightened, an instinctive warning. But I answered anyway.“Hello?” My voice came out rough. “Who is this?” There was a pause on the other end. Not silence, breathing. Calm. Measured. Then a woman spoke.“Emma Velasquez…” The way she said my name made my skin prickle. Slow. Mocking. Like she’d practiced it.“I don’
HE HAD LEFT I stood outside the door, still boiling. I banged on it again, harder this time. “Open up, Daniel!!”My fist hit the wood over and over, the sound echoing down the hallway, sharp and ugly. My chest rose and fell too fast, breath tearing in and out of me like I’d just run for my life. My hands were trembling, rage shaking them, not fear. Not yet. Then I heard it.The ding of the elevator. I froze. Footsteps followed, measured, professional.I stopped banging, my fist hovering in the air as if it didn’t know what to do without anger to guide it. I swallowed hard, my throat burning. My heart was still slamming violently against my ribs, refusing to calm down. A hotel staff member walked toward me, his expression already cautious, already assessing. “Madam,” he said gently, but firmly, “is there a problem?”I turned slowly to face him.My face felt hot. My eyes burned. I knew I looked wild, hair disheveled, hoodie crooked, one foot bare, my chest still rising like I was about







