LOGINChapter 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 6"Shh," he warns again, but he’s smiling. I can feel it against my ear. "You don't want him to hear you cum, do you?"He releases my throat and grabs both my arms, yanking them behind my back. He pins my wrists together with one large hand, using the leverage to pull me onto his cock as he thrusts forward. The new position arches my back obscenely, presenting my ass to him, leaving me completely helpless. I’m at his mercy, impaled on him, unable to do anything but take the pounding he’s dishing out.The friction is incredible. The water acts as lube, letting him slide in and out of me with ease, but the grip of my pussy around him is tight, resisting the intrusion even as I crave it. Every time he pulls out, my walls clench down, trying to keep him inside, and when he slams back in, it feels like he’s rearranging my insides."Fuck, I’m gonna fill you up," he grits out, his rhythm starting to falter. "Gonna cum deep inside this married pussy."The thought sends a shockwave t
Chapter 5The glass door slides shut, sealing us in, He’s right there. I can hear the creak of the floorboards just inches from the tile, the hesitation in his step. He knows something is off. He has to. The smell of sex is thick, a musk that steam can’t quite hide, clinging to my skin and Adrian’s fingers.But Adrian doesn’t care. He steps in behind me, the water already beating down, hot and stinging against my back. He kicks the door shut with his heel, a dull thud that makes my breath hitch in my throat. The space is tiny, a glass box barely big enough for one, let alone two grown people fighting for space. But that’s the point. The confinement makes it electric. There’s nowhere to run.His hands are on me instantly, no warning, no gentle lead-in. He grips my waist, his fingers digging into my ribs hard enough to bruise, pulling me back against him. His chest is a wall of heat against my spine, and I can feel his cock, thick and insistent, pressing into the crease of my ass thr
Chapter 4Adrian’s Pov The second Claire’s phone buzzes with Mark’s name, my cock twitches against her thigh hard, throbbing, already slick from her mouth. Her fingers dig into my shoulders, nails biting into skin as she gasps, "Fuck, he’s calling—" but I don’t stop. My fingers are buried knuckle-deep inside her, her pussy clenching around them like she’s trying to milk me through my hand. The phone keeps vibrating against the mattress, a relentless reminder of the world outside this room, of the husband who’s supposed to be at work for another three hours."Ignore it," I growl, curling my fingers up to hit that spot that makes her back arch off the bed. Her tits press against my chest, nipples hard enough to cut glass through the thin fabric of her tank top. "He’s not here. He’s not—"The front door creaks open.Claire’s entire body locks up beneath me. Her breath hitches, her pussy clamping down on my fingers so tight I can feel her pulse. "Oh god" she whimpers, but I don’t pul
Chapter 3"Please what?" His finger stills. "Use your words, Claire. Tell me exactly what you want."I whine, my hips rolling, trying to chase his touch, but he pulls back, leaving me empty. "I want you to…fuck!, I want you to touch me."His teeth graze my earlobe, a sharp sting that sends a jolt straight to my core. "Where?""My…my pussy." The word tastes filthy on my tongue, but it spurs him on. His finger presses harder, rubbing tight circles over my clit, and my knees nearly buckle. "Oh god!""Not god." His free hand tangles in my hair, yanking my head back so I’m forced to meet his gaze. "Me. You’re gonna come on my fingers like a good little slut, and then you’re gonna beg me for more. Aren’t you?"I nod frantically, my breath coming in short, sharp pants. His fingers move faster, his thumb pressing down on my clit while two others slide inside me, curling just right.The sound of a car engine cuts through the haze of pleasure.Adrian freezes.My eyes fly open, my body locking
Chapter 2My mind goes back to yesterday, the machine fucker, the orgasms and of course the mystery man. Then a message arrives.The buzz of my phone against my hand makes me jump. I shouldn’t be this on edge; it’s just another night alone, just another distraction, but something about the unknown
Chapter 3I stir in my bed, my wrists and ankles wrapped in smooth silk restraints.The bed beneath me feels soft yet firm, the sheets cool against my bare skin. Morning light shines through sheer curtains, painting golden streaks across my body as I try to stay awake. My mind is slow to clear, s
Chapter 3Weeks had already passed. Slow at first… then fast.Like every day was slipping through my fingers before I could grab it.I didn’t expect life with Matteo to feel normal. Or calm. Or quiet.But somehow it did.He didn’t chain me to anything.Didn’t order me around.Didn’t treat me like p
Chapter 2 I swallowed hard, my back pressing against the counter as he advanced towards me, his broad chest brushing against mine, sending a jolt of heat through my body, making me close my eyes.His presence was overwhelming, his scent, a mix of musk and something wild, filling my senses.“But I







