로그인Chapter 6"Fuck, you're tight," he snarled, leaning down to bite my shoulder, hard enough to draw blood. "But you're so wet. You love this, don't you? You love being treated like a piece of meat.""Yes," I sobbed, the word ripped out of me by the force of his thrusts. "Yes, I love it."Something cold shocked my system. Ice. Marco was running an ice cube down Cassian’s spine, making him shiver violently, even as Marco continued to pound into him.Then the ice was on me. Derek held a shard against my clit, the freezing burn mixing violently with the friction of his cock inside me. I gasped, my hips bucking, trying to escape the cold, but only driving him deeper."Feel that?" Derek whispered, his voice hot against my ear. "Hot and cold. Pain and pleasure. You don't know where you are, do you?"He was right. My world had narrowed down to the stretch of my wrists, the burn in my thighs, the ice melting on my skin, and the relentless, punishing intrusion of his cock. The room filled with t
Chapter 5Me and Cassian were ruined, shivering against the steel hull of the ship, listening to Riaan and Lila’s footsteps fade into the deck above. I leaned my forehead against the cold metal, closing my eyes, trying to stop the spinning behind my eyelids.Then i hear the heavy thud of boots on the grating. Not leaving Approaching.I didn't want to look up. I wanted the ocean to just open up and swallow the walkway whole. But a shadow fell over us, blocking out the pale moonlight."My, my," a voice rang out, low and dripping with a hunger that made my stomach turn over. Derek. He stepped closer, the scent of expensive cologne and stale tobacco washing over me. He wasn't looking at my face; his eyes raked over my naked, bruised body like he was inspecting livestock. "Riaan and Lila certainly know how to break things in. But they don't always know how to finish them."Marco stepped up beside him, taller, broader, his silhouette blocking the exit. He didn't speak, just stared, the g
Chapter 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 5The floodlights blaze above us, casting Chad’s sweat-slicked body as he crowds me against the cool metal of the goalpost. His breath is hot, his fingers digging into my waist hard enough to bruise. The distant cheers of the lingering fans fade into a hum, drowned out by my pulse in my ea
Chapter 4The moment I stumble out of the shower stall, my legs still trembling, the air hits my damp skin like a slap. My breath comes in ragged gasps, my body humming with the aftershocks of Luke’s brutal touch, my thighs slick with his release and my own. I don’t even have the strength to wrap
Chapter 2Then the Jumbotron flickers, and there I am. Holy shit. My face is blown up fifty feet tall, my hair a wild mess from the wind, my lips parted, eyes wide. And then the camera pans out, and there he is…Chad fucking Rivers, all six-foot-something of sweat-slicked, golden-skinned perfection
Chapter 1 I stormed out of the house so fast I barely registered the cold air smacking my cheeks. My hands were shaking, chest tight, throat burning. Everything in me felt like it was shattering.“Amanda, wait! Amanda, please,” Michael begged behind me.I heard the slap of his bare feet on the ti







