LOGINChapter 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 2The front door clicks shut behind Mark, the echo of his car engine fading down the driveway, and I exhale a breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding. My fingers tighten around the coffee mug, the ceramic warm against my palms, but not half as warm as the memory of Adrian’s touch last night, his thumb pressing into the inside of my thigh, his breath hot against my ear when he whispered, "You’re already wet for me, aren’t you?"My pulse thrums between my legs, a slow, insistent ache that’s been there since the second he walked out that door, leaving me trembling and empty-handed.The doorbell rings.I freeze.It’s too early for deliveries. Too bold for a neighbor to be at my door by this time. My stomach twists, heat flooding my chest as I set the mug down with a sharp clink. The rational part of my brain screams don’t answer it, but my body is already moving, drawn toward the sound like a moth to flame. I smooth my hands over my hips, suddenly hyperaware of the thin fabric
Chapter 1I should be thinking about the grocery list, the dry cleaning, the parent-teacher conference next week, but instead, my gaze keeps drifting toward the backyard, where Adrian is sprawled on one of the lounge chairs, his long legs crossed at the ankles, a book resting open on his chest.He’s not the gangly teenager I remember from a few years ago. Time…or maybe just the last six months, has filled him out, sharpened his jawline, deepened his voice. I exhale through my nose, shifting my weight against the counter. The screen door creaks open, and my son, Jake, bounds inside, his sneakers scuffing against the hardwood. “Mom, can I grab a soda before we head out?”I nod, reaching for the fridge handle. “You’re not staying for dinner?”“Nah, Adrian’s got his car now. We’re hitting up that new burger place by the mall.” Jake grabs a can, pops the tab with a hiss. “You good with that, right?”“Of course.” I smile, but my throat tightens. Jake doesn’t notice. He never does. He’s sev
Chapter 4The last shudder of Draeven’s orgasm still ripples through her when I rise, my knees cracking as I straighten. My uniform clings to my skin, damp with sweat and the effort of breaking her, the fabric half-torn from my shoulders where she clawed at me earlier. My cock throbs against the confines of my pants, the fabric straining over the ridge of my shaft, the head already weeping with need. I don’t bother hiding it. Let her see what she’s done. Let her feel it.She’s a mess, her hair is wild, lips swollen from biting them, her uniform in disarray, the torn lace of her underwear still clutched in my fist. Her chest heaves, her nipples hard as fucking diamonds, and when I step closer, she doesn’t even try to push me away. Just watches me with those storm-gray eyes, defiance flickering like a dying ember. Good. I’ll stoke it back to life just to snuff it out again.I press her against the wall, my forearm braced beside her head, the cold metal biting into my skin. She exha
Chapter 3After that night, Jordan never called, never asked if I was okay, and he didn’t even respond to my messages, but today was a good day because Nico invited me to his penthouse party. I’d forget all about that loser soon enough.The door swung open before I could knock and Nico stood there,
Chapter 1 The box sits on the edge of the bed, its sleek black packaging unmarked except for a single silver logo, an M with a curve wrapping around it. I’d been staring at it for ten minutes, my fingers twitching, my pulse a steady thrum in my throat. The air in the room somehow felt thick, hum
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







