LOGINChapter 4The mattress shifts again. The man is there now. I feel the heat of his body near my face. He removes the gag, and I gulp in air, but before I can speak, he grabs a handful of my hair and yanks my head to the side."Suck," he orders.His cock, thick and heavy, presses against my lips. I open wide, and he shoves in, not stopping until he hits the back of my throat. I gag, my eyes watering behind the blindfold. He doesn't care. He sets a punishing rhythm, using my mouth like a second cunt. Every thrust forces the back of my head into the mattress. I can’t breathe, can’t think, can only exist as a vessel for their use.I am filled completely, the machine ravaging my pussy, the man choking me with his cock. The sounds in the room are obscene: the wet squelch of the toy, the gagging noises I make, Cassian’s ragged moans of pleasure-pain from the other side of the bed.The man pulls out of my mouth just as the woman yanks the vibrator out. I cry out at the sudden loss, my body t
Chapter 3The heavy door clicks shut behind us, stopping the hum of the party outside. The redhead doesn’t speak, just offers a razor-thin smile and gestures down a short, dimly lit corridor. Cassian’s grip on my hand is tight, his palm slick with sweat, but he doesn’t pull back. We follow her, the plush carpet swallowing our footsteps, until we reach a door at the very end. She pushes it open and steps aside, allowing us to enter first.The room is bathed in low, amber light. It smells of leather, expensive cologne, and something metallic, like copper or cold steel. Standing near a massive four-poster bed are a man and a woman. They are dressed impeccably, he in a dark suit that fits his broad frame like a glove, she in a silk slip that clings to every curve. They aren’t looking at our faces; their eyes rake over us, assessing, They look almost hungry."Good," the man says, his voice a low rumble that vibrates in my chest. He has a South African lilt. "You made it."The woman move
Chapter 2"What was that?" I ask when he's gone.Cassian turns the card over. "An invitation.""To what?"He doesn't answer. His jaw works like he's chewing something invisible, and I recognize this tension, the same tightening that happens when his brother calls drunk, when his boss emails on weekends. I watch his throat move when he swallows, the way his eyes track back to the corner booth where the redhead has disappeared."Should we go?" I hear myself ask.Cassian looks at me. Really looks, the way he did when we first started dating, like he's trying to map my interior from the outside. "Do you want to?""I don't know," I say.We don't decide. Not then. We finish the meal, we walk the promenade deck where the wind whips my hair into tangles, we return to our cabin and make love with the balcony door open, the sound of the ocean swallowing my noises. After, Cassian traces patterns on my hip, and I stare at the ceiling, counting the recessed lights."There's something different a
Chapter 1The salt air hits my face the moment we step onto the gangway, and I catch Cassian's hand tightening around mine, not from nerves, but from that familiar possessive warmth he's had since we started dating three years ago. His thumb traces the inside of my wrist as we hand our boarding passes to the uniformed attendant, and I feel the first flutter of something I can't name. Anticipation, maybe."This is ridiculous," I murmur, tilting my head toward the ship's soaring atrium. "Who needs this much marble?"Cassian laughs, the sound rumbling from his chest. "People with too much money and not enough sense." He squeezes my fingers. "Present company excluded, obviously. We got the deal."We did get the deal. A cancellation, last-minute, seventy percent off a suite that normally costs more than my monthly rent. I'd stared at the confirmation email for ten minutes, convinced it was a scam. Now, watching the crystal chandeliers catch the afternoon light, I'm less sure it wasn't so
Chapter 8Mark sits back down in the chair. He picks up the phone, aiming it right at my face. “Keep your eyes open, Claire. I want to see you.”Adrian climbs onto the bed behind me. The mattress dips under his weight. I feel his hands on my hips, rough and possessive, pulling me back toward him.“Please,” I whimper, but the word is thin, pathetic.“Shut up and take it,” Adrian growls.He spits, and I feel the wet glob hit my asshole. He works it in with his thumb, circling the tight ring of muscle, pressing hard. It burns. He isn’t gentle. He forces the digit inside, stretching me, scissoring it to open me up. I cry out, my head falling forward, my hair curtaining my face.“Look at the camera,” Mark barks.I lift my head, forcing my eyes open. The lens is staring back at me, unblinking. Mark’s other hand is in his lap, I can see the movement of his arm, the slow, rhythmic pumping of his fist. He’s getting off on this. He’s getting off on seeing me degraded.Adrian removes his thumb
Chapter 7The water cuts off with a sharp hiss, leaving me shivering in the sudden, biting cold of the stall. Steam clings to my skin like a second layer, heavy and suffocating, but it does nothing to hide the mess between my legs. I can feel Adrian’s cum leaking out of me, a hot, sticky trail sliding down my inner thigh. My body is still humming, the aftershocks of that brutal orgasm twitching through my muscles, but the rush is fading fast, replaced by a heavy, leaden dread.Adrian is already moving, stepping out of the shower with that arrogant, loose-limbed grace he always has after he’s ruined me. He grabs a towel, roughing it over his hair, not even looking back.“You should get dressed,” he says, his voice low and mocking, cutting through the damp air. “He’s waiting.”The words hit me like a slap. He’s waiting. Mark. My husband. He’s just outside that thin veneer of frosted glass. My heart hammers against my ribs, a frantic bird trapped in a cage.I grab a towel, wrapping it
Chapter 5The moment his cock slips from my mouth, I stay on my knees, my lips still parted, my tongue flicking out to catch the last salty drop of him. My thighs are slick with my own arousal, my skin still stinging from the belt, my body humming with the aftershocks of the orgasm he forced from
Chapter 3His fingers tighten around my chin as he forces my gaze to stay locked on his. The cold, dark hunger in his eyes makes my stomach clench, my pussy still throbbing from the last time he filled me. His thumb presses into my lower lip, dragging it down just enough to expose my teeth before
Chapter 1I step into the detention room, the door clicking shut behind me. My sneakers scuff against the floor, the sound too loud in the quiet space.And then I see him.Mr. Ruger leans against the edge of his desk, arms crossed over his broad chest, his dark suit stretching just enough to hint a
Chapter 3I exhale, my fingers twisting in my lap. “I don’t usually do this.”“Do what, Amanda?” His voice is a velvet purr, his foot brushing against mine under the table.This. The way my skin is too tight, the way my breath hitches every time he looks at me. The way I can feel the weight of his







