Mag-log inChapter 6The gravel digs into my palms, sharp and jagged, grounding me even as my pulse hammers against my eardrums. My thighs are slick, the cooling air biting at the wetness smeared there. Sienna’s footsteps crunch away, fading toward the heavy timber doors of the lodge, leaving me gasping in the dirt.A shadow falls over me. Knox.He doesn’t speak. His hand clamps around my upper arm, fingers sinking into the muscle, hauling me up from the ground like a ragdoll. My knees buckle, the gravel skidding painfully against my skin, but he holds my weight effortlessly, dragging me toward the lodge entrance. The door groans open, and the smell of the place hits me…old wood, leather, and something metallic, like copper or old blood.Inside, the air is warmer, stiflingly so. The main room is hugeeee, dominated by a massive stone hearth that’s currently dark. But the furniture isn’t for comfort. Heavy wooden frames with thick leather straps bolted to the arms and legs sit in the center of
Chapter 5 I don't have time to prepare. She grinds her hips forward, rubbing her slickness over my nose, my chin, my lips. I open my mouth, desperate to taste her, and she thrusts forward, filling my mouth with her flesh. She tastes musky and sharp, the flavor of pure sex. I lap at her greedily, my tongue swirling around her clit, sucking it into my mouth with as much force as I can muster.She groans, a guttural sound from deep in her chest, and fists my hair tighter, using my head like a handle to fuck herself against my face. "That’s it," she hisses, rocking her hips. "Choke on it. Take it all."I can barely breathe. My nose is pressed against her pubic bone, my mouth stretched wide as she rides my face. The lack of air makes my head swim, heightening every sensation, the rough bite of the gravel beneath my knees, the cold air on my exposed skin, the overwhelming taste and smell of her dominating my senses.She pulls back abruptly, leaving me gasping for air, spit and her juices
Chapter 5 I don't have time to prepare. She grinds her hips forward, rubbing her slickness over my nose, my chin, my lips. I open my mouth, desperate to taste her, and she thrusts forward, filling my mouth with her flesh. She tastes musky and sharp, the flavor of pure sex. I lap at her greedily, my tongue swirling around her clit, sucking it into my mouth with as much force as I can muster.She groans, a guttural sound from deep in her chest, and fists my hair tighter, using my head like a handle to fuck herself against my face. "That’s it," she hisses, rocking her hips. "Choke on it. Take it all."I can barely breathe. My nose is pressed against her pubic bone, my mouth stretched wide as she rides my face. The lack of air makes my head swim, heightening every sensation, the rough bite of the gravel beneath my knees, the cold air on my exposed skin, the overwhelming taste and smell of her dominating my senses.She pulls back abruptly, leaving me gasping for air, spit and her juices
Chapter 4The gravel crunches beneath our boots as we step off the bus, but the sound is swallowed by the sheer density of the trees surrounding Blackthorn Estate. The air here is different…heavier, smelling of pine needles and the cold, metallic tang of the lake hidden behind the main lodge. Knox’s hand is a vice around mine, his palm sweating, his grip possessive and tight enough to cut off circulation. He doesn't look at me, just stares straight ahead at the glass structures jutting out from the mountainside like jagged shards of ice.Before I can take another step toward the main entrance, a sharp tug on my arm jerks me backward. I stumble, my heel catching on the uneven ground, and collide with a wall of solid muscle."You're not going in there yet," Sienna’s voice cuts through the night, low and vibrating against my ear.She spins me around, marching me backward until my spine slams against the cold, unforgiving surface of a glass cabin wall. The impact knocks the wind out of
Chapter 3The bus sways around a sharp mountain curve, the motion pressing me harder against Knox's lap. His denim-clad cock digs into my soaked panties, a thick ridge of denim and flesh that makes my hips roll instinctively. Each grind sends sparks through my clit, already swollen and pulsing against the wet fabric."Look at you," Knox growls against my neck, his teeth scraping my pulse point. "Fucking yourself on my dick like a desperate little slut."His hands grip my hips, fingers digging into my flesh hard enough to leave bruises. He guides my movements, making me grind slower, harder, dragging my pussy along his length until I'm panting. The denim roughs up against my sensitive folds, a delicious friction that has my thighs trembling.Sienna slides closer on the leather seat, her perfume mixing with the scent of my arousal. Her hands cup my bare breasts, thumbs circling my nipples until they peak into tight, aching points. "Such pretty tits," she murmurs, leaning in to flick
Chapter 2The bus lights had been turned down low, casting everything in a soft, intimate glow. Outside the windows, the mountain road was completely dark, just the occasional flash of trees rushing by. I was drunk. Properly drunk. My head felt warm and fuzzy, my body tingling everywhere, and the constant attention from the others was making me ache in ways I’d never experienced before.Sienna’s hand rested high on my thigh, fingers slowly stroking the inside seam of my jeans. Knox was still staring at me with that hungry look. The energy on the bus had shifted completely since the first round of games.“Truth or Dare, Juniper,” Blair said, their voice playful but laced with heat.“Dare,” I answered, my voice a little shaky.Blair’s grin widened. “Sit on Knox’s lap for the next few rounds. Facing him.”My heart slammed in my chest as I climbed over and straddled Knox’s muscular thighs. The second I settled down, his big hands gripped my hips and pulled me flush against him. I coul
Chapter 5After dinner, we head to the private room in the restaurant. The moment the private room’s door clicks shut behind us, the hum of the restaurant fades into silence, replaced by the low, rhythmic pulse of the vibrator still nestled against my clit. I stand frozen, my back pressed against
Chapter 4The grand double doors of Adrian’s bedroom swung open with a slow creak, the hinges groaning under the weight of the huge space in front. My breath hitched as Adrian carried me across the room, his arms cradling me as if I were something precious, yet his grip was unyielding, possessive.
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 4The restaurant table is still warm beneath my bare back, the scent of sex and expensive wine thick in the air as Chad pulls me upright with a rough grip on my wrist. His lips crash against mine, no gentleness, just possession…his free hand tangling in my hair, yanking just enough to make







