تسجيل الدخولPOV: Jessica..The club was so loud, between the music and the heat, I felt like I couldn't breathe. I sat stiffly in a corner booth, feeling out of place, my fingers gripping my phone tightly, turning my knuckles white. The material of my pink blouse stuck to me, damp with nervous sweat, the fabric feeling cold against my skin. I shouldn't have worn it. In fact, I shouldn’t have let Georgia talk me into this.“You’ll look like a fucking snack, Jess. Trust me.” Georgia had promised.But I didn’t feel like a snack. I felt like a fraud.I didn't have any dress fit for a club, so yes, I borrowed everything I had on from my friend.The skirt was Georgia’s, too. It had a slit that ran all the way up to my hip on the side. I had never worn anything so revealing in my life; every time I moved, it showed way too much of my thigh. I’d worn flats, of course, because I was Jessica Caldwell, the responsible one, the boring one, the one who didn’t know how to walk in heels without twisting an
POV: Caleb..I woke before the sun even thought about rising. Zara lay curled against my side, completely naked, one leg thrown over my thigh, her head tucked under my chin. Her breathing was slow and even, her full breasts pressed warm and soft against my ribs. Her hand rested low on my stomach, fingers loosely curled like she had fallen asleep holding me.My cock twitched at the sight of her, and then guilt hit me with full force.This was Zara, Daniel’s little sister. I had spent years convincing myself I didn’t want her, years telling myself she was just a kid, years lying to myself.Until last night.Until she walked through that door in that black dress and begged me to fuck her.Now she was in my bed, marked by my mouth, filled with my cum, and all I could think was how badly I still wanted her. How badly I wanted to roll her onto her back, spread her thighs, and bury myself inside her again until she screamed my name.But Daniel. He would never forgive me. He would look at
POV: Zara..Caleb kissed me like a drowning man, like I was the air he couldn’t live without.He shoved his tongue into my mouth, curling with mine, tasting like whiskey and five years of buried regret. I moaned into him, my fingers holding his shirt tight, kissing him back with everything I had, all the love, all the hurt, all the nights I’d cried over him.He pulled the straps of my dress down with a growl. The silk fell to my waist, exposing my breasts. For a second, he just stared, breathing hard.“God… Zara,” he whispered, voice cracking. “You have no idea what you do to me.”He bent and latched onto my left nipple like a starving man, sucking hard, almost painfully. I cried out, my back arching, pushing more of my breast into his mouth as pleasure and emotion collided inside my chest.“Harder,” I begged, tears pricking my eyes. “Please… I need to feel you. All of you.”He obeyed, biting down while his hand squeezed my other breast, pinching and rolling the nipples between roug
POV: Caleb..I was still gripping the phone like a lifeline, my thumb hovering over Daniel’s name, when Zara stepped so close I could feel the heat pouring off her body.Calling that tiny black piece of cloth she had on a dress was a joke; it was honestly more like a handkerchief. The thin straps dug into her shoulders, and the low neckline did nothing to hide how hard her nipples were, two stiff peaks begging to be sucked. Her thighs were bare, and I knew she wasn’t wearing anything underneath, because I practically requested the escort to come completely naked under her clothes. Fuck! I could practically smell her arousal.She looked up at me with those dark, hungry eyes, lips slightly parted, like she already knew she’d won.My cock was so hard it hurt like a bitch, throbbing against my trousers, betraying every lie I’d told myself for five years.I couldn’t do this.She was Daniel’s little sister. Yes, she's twenty-four now, but in my head she’s still… shit! The girl who looked
POV: Zara..Gia was already waiting when I stepped out of the bedroom, arms crossed so tight her knuckles looked white. She didn’t say anything at first, just stared at the black silk dress that barely covered anything, the way it clung to my breasts and hips like it was daring someone to look away.“You’re really going,” she said finally, her voice cracked on the last word.I met her eyes in the hallway mirror while I slid red lipstick across my bottom lip. “I told you I was.”She took a step closer. “Zara… this isn’t just sex. This is you walking into a locked hotel room with a man who paid six thousand dollars to do whatever he wants to your body. What if he is a serial killer? What if he’s lying about the tests? What if he doesn’t stop when you say stop? What if—”“I’m on the pill,” I cut her off, my voice sounding steady even though my stomach twisted. “The agency vets every client; they’re paranoid millionaires who don’t want lawsuits. I get tested every month. In fact, I’m sa
POV: Mira..I kissed her like I was fucking starving, shoving my tongue into her mouth, devouring her, tasting her. For a second, she froze, then I pulled back, panting hard.Cassy stared at me with those wide blue eyes, chest heaving. “Mira… what the fuck was that?”I looked her dead in the eyes. “You really want to know why I made us leave the restaurant so fast?”She blinked, still dazed. “Because… you had a stomach ache?”I shook my head slowly. “Nah. Because your piece-of-shit boyfriend was fingering me under the table.”Her face went pale. “What?”“He slid his hand between my thighs while you were looking at the dessert display,” I told her calmly. “Rubbed my pussy through my shorts like he owned it. Told me I was soaking wet and that he wanted to bend me over and fuck me. He even said you always have trouble getting wet for him.”Her eyes filled with tears, her breathing shaky. “He… he touched your cunt?”“Yeah. He pressed his fingers right against my pussy lips and rubbed me







