LOGINAlexander laughed….the kind of laughter that made my stomach flip all over again.“Stay out of trouble until I call you,” he murmured, brushing his lips against my ear for the briefest second.Then he walked away, melting back into the crowd like he hadn’t just turned my entire night upside down.The rest of the party passed in a pleasant blur. I laughed with my cousins, posed for photos Mom insisted on, sipped more champagne than I probably should have. Every so often I’d catch sight of Alexander across the room, talking to someone important, laughing politely, but his eyes always found mine eventually. Each time our gazes met, it felt like a secret promise.When we finally left, the cool night air hit my flushed cheeks as Dad’s driver opened the car door for us. Mom was already tipsy and humming, Dad was scrolling emails. I slid into the backseat, still buzzing.My phone stayed silent the whole ride home.I showered, slipped into silk pajamas, and tried to fall asleep without checki
Mira’s POVI was on my iPad when I heard a knock on my room door.“Come in,” I said. It was my dad.“Mira, the party is at six,” he said, leaning against the doorframe in his perfectly tailored tuxedo. “Start getting ready.”I rolled my eyes playfully but couldn’t hide my smile. “Yes, sir. Wouldn’t want to embarrass the CEO of the empire.”He chuckled, the sound warm and familiar. “You could never embarrass me, kiddo. Your mom and I just… we like showing you the world you belong in. This is your future too.”I’ve always followed my dad and mom to these extravagant parties. Black-tie galas, charity balls, private estates lit up like something out of a movie. Crystal chandeliers, champagne fountains, people who spoke in whispers about mergers and acquisitions like it was casual small talk. They wanted me to feel comfortable in silk gowns and diamond earrings, to know the names of the waiters pouring vintage Dom Pérignon without asking.Tonight was no different. The venue was the rooftop
We stayed locked together like that… panting, sweaty, trembling for what felt like minutes. His weight pressed me into the mattress, grounding me even as my body still fluttered around him.Finally, he pulled out slowly, both of us wincing at the drag. A thick trickle of cum followed, leaking out of me onto the sheets. He watched it with dark, possessive eyes, thumb brushing through the mess, smearing it over my swollen folds like he was marking territory.He collapsed beside me, pulling me against his chest. One arm banded around my waist, the other hand tangling in my damp hair.We didn’t speak for a long time.I lay there against his chest, skin cooling slowly in the dim light filtering through the half-closed blinds. His heartbeat thumped steady under my ear….strong and too calm for what we’d just done. My body felt heavy, used, deliciously sore in places I hadn’t known could ache like this. Between my thighs, the sticky warmth of his cum still leaked out in slow pulses every time
I could only whimper….too full, too stretched, too close again.He pulled out suddenly. I whined at the loss.“On your knees….Now.”I turned, dropping to the floor in front of him. His cock stood rigid….glistening with me, veins throbbing, tip flushed dark and leaking. He gripped the base, slapped the heavy length against my cheek once, twice.“Open.”I did.He didn’t wait, he thrust forward hard, pushing past my lips, over my tongue, straight to the back of my throat. I gagged instantly, eyes watering, throat convulsing around him. He didn’t stop. Kept going until my nose pressed against his pelvis, pubic hair tickling my face. Held himself there deep, throbbing, while I choked and drooled around him.“Good girl,” he groaned, hips rocking in shallow, punishing thrusts. “Take it. All of it.”Tears streamed down my cheeks. My throat burned. I gagged again loudly, wet, messy but he only fucked my mouth harder. One hand cupped the back of my head, the other braced on the edge of the bed
His voice cracked on the last word, like saying it out loud might make it disappear.I swallowed, lips tingling, heart slamming against my ribs. My fingers were still tangled in his shirt, knuckles white.“You’re not,” I whispered. “You’re not imagining anything.”He exhaled sharply, almost a laugh, but it sounded more like relief. He traced my cheekbone slowly with his thumb.“Good,” he murmured. “Because I’ve been trying to pretend I don’t notice you. Since the first time I saw you,I have always wanted you, today when you bend over in that damn skirt and the way you looked at me…” He shook his head, eyes opening to lock on mine. “Like you want the same thing I do.”Heat flooded my face and everywhere else. I bit my lip, tasting him still.“I do,” I admitted, voice barely above a breath. “I have for months.”His expression darkened, filled with hunger. He slid his hand from my waist to my back, pulling me flush against him. I felt his cock hard and insistent, pressing against my thig
I stood there in the middle of their bedroom for what felt like forever after he left, the echo of the front door still ringing in my ears. I told myself to leave, grab my things, lock up, go home and pretend that look he gave me never happened but my feet wouldn’t move.Instead, I finished what little was left, I wiped down the kitchen counters one more time, straightened the throw pillows on the couch, even fluffed the already-perfect guest towels in the bathroom. Anything to keep my hands busy and my mind from spiraling.By the time I heard the key in the lock again, the apartment smelled faintly of lemon cleaner and the lavender diffuser I’d turned back on. The clock read just past 5:30. Later than I’d expected him to be.The door opened, then closed. I heard the soft rustle of bags. Then his voice from the hallway.“Eva?”I stepped out of the kitchen, wiping my hands on a dish towel even though they were already dry. He was standing just inside the living room, holding a paper ba






