ログインPRINCESS ELARAI didn't sleep that night after the ball.After Kael walked away from me in that hallway—after he left me standing there with my heart pounding and my thighs slick and my wrist still burning where he had held me—I went to my chambers and dismissed my ladies and lay in bed staring at the canopy above my head.The silk was embroidered with gold thread. My mother had chosen it. It was supposed to remind me of my duty, my station, my future as queen. Every thread was a reminder of the gilded cage they had built for me.All I could think about was Kael's hands.The way his fingers had wrapped around my wrist. Not hard enough to hurt. Not soft enough to be gentle. Just there. Just holding. Just feeling my pulse jump beneath his thumb like a trapped bird.The way he had looked at me—like he wanted to throw me against the wall and tear my gown open with his teeth. Like he had been holding himself back for so long that the restraint was physically painful.I touched myself that
PRINCESS ELARAKael was standing against the far wall, between two marble columns. His uniform was pressed to perfection. His hands were clasped behind his back. His face was a mask of professional detachment.But his eyes…His eyes were on fire.He looked at me like he wanted to devour me. Like he wanted to drag me into the nearest shadow and tear my gown off with his teeth. Like he had been starving for months, years, his whole life, and I was the first meal he had ever seen.I held his gaze as I descended the stairs. I didn't look away. Neither did he.My heart pounded against my ribs. My breasts rose and fell with each shallow breath. I could feel my nipples pressing against the silk of my gown, and I knew he could see them. I knew he could see everything.I reached the bottom of the stairs.Immediately, a crowd of suitors surrounded me. Princes from neighboring kingdoms. Dukes with too much land and too little charm. Lords with soft hands and softer chins and empty compliments abo
PRINCESS ELARA I was not supposed to notice him.That was the first rule of being a princess. You do not notice the staff. You do not learn their names. You do not watch the way their uniforms stretch across their shoulders when they reach for something. You do not memorize the shape of their hands or wonder what those hands would feel like on your bare skin.I broke that rule the day Kael walked into my father's throne room.He was new. Fresh from the Royal Academy. They gave him the standard-issue black uniform, the standard-issue boots, and the standard-issued stoic expression. But nothing about him was standard. His jaw was too sharp, cutting angles that belonged on a statue, not a man. His eyes were too dark, nearly black, His body moved with a fluid grace that spoke of violence carefully leashedI was sitting on my father's right, bored out of my mind, listening to another ambassador drone on about trade routes. My dress was tight. My corset was tighter. My crown was digging
NINA"Lie back."I lay back. The pillow was cold against my neck. He grabbed my scrub pants. Yanked them down my legs. My underwear went with them. I was bare from the waist down. The air was cold on my pussy. I was already wet. So wet I could feel it dripping onto the sheets."Look at this," he said. "My little nurse is soaked. And I've barely touched her." He spread my legs. His hands pushed my knees apart. He looked at me. Right at my cunt.My clit was swollen. I could feel it throbbing."Please touch me. Please fuck me. I need your cock. I need you to remind me who I belong to." He slapped my thigh so hard that the sting made me jerk."You belong to me. You belong to your boss. You're nothing but a fuckhole for me to use.""Yes.""You'd do anything I asked.""Anything.""Even if I told you to get on your hands and knees in the middle of the ER?""Yes.""Even if I told you to suck my cock while the charge nurse is watching?""Yes." He slid one finger inside me. Just one. Slow. I f
NINAThe hotel room was small. The curtains were thin and gray, barely blocking the lights from the parking lot outside.Ethan closed the door behind us. The lock clicked. He didn't turn on the lamp. I stood in the middle of the room. My bag was still in my hand. My heart was still pounding from the bus. From his cock in my mouth. From the way he looked at me when he tucked himself back into his pants like nothing had happened."Drop the bag."I dropped it.He walked toward me. Slow. His shoes were quiet on the carpet. He stopped when his chest touched mine. I could feel his breath on my forehead."You know this is wrong," he said."I know.""I'm your boss. I could lose my license for this." I looked up at him, heart racing in my chest, was this it? Would he blame me for it all? Toss me out now?."Then why are you here?" His hand came up. His fingers wrapped around the back of my neck. He pulled me close. His lips brushed my ear."Because I don't give a fuck about my license. I don't
NINAThe bus was dark.Most of the lights were off. The only glow came from the emergency exit signs and a few phone screens from people who couldn't sleep. We were six hours into a nine-hour drive to the medical seminar. Everyone around me was passed out. Heads back, mouths open, and Snoring.Everyone except Dr. Ethan Cross.He was sitting next to me in the back row. His thigh pressed against mine. His hand rested on the seat between us, palm up, fingers grazing my hip. He hadn't said a word in thirty minutes. Neither had I. But I could feel him. The heat of him. The weight of his arm. The way his thumb moved in slow circles against the fabric of my pants.I should have been tired. I wasn't. I was wired. Every bump in the road made our bodies press closer. Every curve made his shoulder brush mine. I could smell his cologne. Something woodsy. Something that made my mouth water."Nina."His voice was low. Barely a whisper. I turned my head. His face was inches from mine. In the dark, I
It's two hours past me spreading my wet pussy on the balcony just so my nasty neighbor can jerk off and shoot his hot spunk in my direction, and exactly two hours past his darling wife walking in on her husband stroking his cock to my flashed pussy hanging way above their bungalow. I stand by the
SELENAMy thighs ached. My ass burned in the best way.And I couldn’t stop smiling.The other students in my next lecture glanced at me like they couldn’t decide if I’d just aced a test or had the best sex of my life. They weren’t wrong about one of those.I sat in the back this time, letting the s
Holy fuck!I can’t possibly see my bethrothed’s family with a string of love balls buried deeply in my bruised pussy, and my pervy dad’s best friend holding the remote! My breathing is ragged, I’m yet to recover from the intense torture of his vibrator. While my clit bleeds, my wet pussy is dying
My bestie watches her brother’s long fingers dig into my wet pussy, drilling my cunt like a dirty sticky hole. I freeze!The look in her eyes is bitter, full of betrayal. My lips quiver, but my pussy refuses to eject his fingers. Instead, the slutty bud squeezes around it like a second skin. Not







