로그인"Why is she coming over?"
One of the casts asked in a low whisper, the words barely audible but reaching Violet's ears nonetheless. She'd always had excellent hearing, a gift from years of navigating backstage politics."I heard she's very bossy about everything. Maybe we were too loud," one cast answered, their voice carrying a note of fear that Violet found deeply satisfying."Well, I'm sure Mrs. Collins isn't that bad..?" Charity looked around, her expression inWarning: 18+ content*****He focused on her pleasure, angling his hips to hit the most sensitive spots within her. When she reached another climax, the intensity of it sent a jolt through him. He let out a low curse, his muscles tightening as he fought the urge to spill himself inside her."I can't... I can't hold it much longer," he hissed.Charity looked up at him, her eyes swimming with desire."Do it," she whispered, her voice desperate. "I want it. I want your seed in me, Lucas. Fill me up."That request threw him feral.The last shred of his restraint snapped. He suddenly gripped her waist and lifted her, their pleasure parts still connected, the wetness creating a suction that made a loud, squelching sound as he moved. He walked her across the room, each step driving him deeper into her, the change in angle hitting her cervix and making her cry out into his shoulder.He pinned her against the cold, mirro
Warning: 18+ content*****The air in the backstage room felt thick, saturated with the scent of expensive perfume and the metallic tang of shredded sequins.Lucas didn't give her a moment to recover from the shock of her ruined dress. With a sudden, fluid motion, he gripped her waist and guided her backward, his strength effortless as he pressed her down onto the sprawling, cream-colored cashmere couch. The fabric was plush, sinking beneath her weight, but it felt like a precipice.He hovered over her, his silhouette blocking out the overhead lights, casting her world into a shadow dominated by the heat of his body. He didn't rush. Lucas was a man of calculated precision, and he applied that same meticulousness to the way he began to explore her. His fingers traced the line of her jaw, then slid down to the sensitive dip of her collarbone, barely touching, yet leaving a trail of fire in their wake."You look so undone, Charity," he murmu
He caught her easily, his arm wrapping around her waist to hold her upright, to keep her from falling, to keep her close.The strength in his hold was a reminder of just how powerful he was, how easily he could break her if he wanted to, but he didn't want to. That was the terrifying, exhilarating truth of it. He wanted to consume her, to devour her, to take her apart piece by piece and put her back together again in whatever image pleased him most."Still thinking about the cabbage?" he teased, his voice a vibration against her skin that made her shiver."I hate you," she breathed, though the words were a lie even as she spoke them, and they both knew it. She was arching her body toward him, seeking more contact, more heat, more of everything he was offering."Liar."He kissed her then, not the gentle, respectful kiss of a fiancé playing a role, but the hungry, demanding kiss of a man who had spent too long in restraint, who had been hol
The room had transformed into something altogether different from the elegant showroom it had been moments before. The air itself seemed to have thickened, growing heavy with an unspoken tension that pressed against Charity's skin like a physical weight.She stood frozen near the dressing screen, her fingers still trembling from the last encounter, watching as Lucas moved through the space with the controlled grace of a man who had decided to abandon all pretense of restraint.He was no longer leaning against the door with that casual, almost bored demeanor he wore like armor. Instead, he stood in the center of the room, having discarded his jacket somewhere in the chaos of the past hour, his white shirt sleeves rolled up to reveal strong, corded forearms that spoke of power and control in equal measure.The muscles beneath his skin shifted with each subtle movement, and Charity found herself transfixed by the sight of him, the way his posture had grown ri
Charity blinked as the abrupt shift in his demeanor sent her equilibrium spiraling, leaving her teetering on uncertain ground while her heart performed an erratic rhythm against her ribs.The words tumbled from her lips before she could catch them, a breathless protest born of genuine exhaustion and the peculiar vulnerability that came from being watched so intently."Already? I just put this one on! My arms are tired, and I mean genuinely tired, the kind of tired that makes you question every life choice that led you to this moment." She finds his request ridiculous, does he not like the dress?Lucas didn't answer yet and simply gazed at her, intensely than before."Do you have any idea how exhausting it is to be a dress-up doll for someone who evaluates each outfit like he's judging a particularly high-stakes art competition?" She continued, avoiding any chance to slip with her tongue and stammer. "I have developed a new and profound appreciation for mannequins, those lucky, silent
"I don't even know where to start," Charity stammered, her hand gesturing vaguely toward the row of mannequins that stood before her like silent sentinels draped in unimaginable luxury.Her voice had taken on that particular pitch it always did when she was completely out of her depth, somewhere between a nervous laugh and a squeak of pure panic."This is too much. I feel like I'm stealing. Like at any moment security is going to burst through that door and drag me out with my very reasonably priced earrings."She punctuated the statement by touching one of the aforementioned earrings, a pair of delicate silver hoops she'd purchased from a street vendor a year ago for the princely sum of twelve dollars. They felt impossibly inadequate in this room, surrounded by silk and cashmere and fabrics whose names she couldn't even pronounce.Lucas didn't look up from the tablet he was studying, his long fingers swiping across the screen with the kind of casual authority that came from a lifetim







