LOGINRory’s hands trembled slightly as she smoothed down her elegant cream-colored dress. The high neckline successfully hid most of Jax’s marks, but every time the fabric brushed against her skin, she remembered his mouth, his teeth, his hands claiming her. She hated how much she craved more. The front doors opened and Julian Voss stepped inside like he already owned the place. Tall, impeccably dressed in a tailored navy suit, with sharp features and cold blue eyes. He was handsome in a polished, almost artificial way. Everything about him screamed wealth and control. “Darling,” Julian said smoothly, taking her hand and pressing a dry kiss to her knuckles. “You look beautiful as always.” Rory forced a smile. “Julian. I wasn’t expecting you until this evening.” “I rearranged my schedule. We have wedding details to finalize.” His grip on her hand tightened just a fraction too much. “Your father wants this alliance sealed quickly.” From the corner of the hallway, Rory felt the burn of
The first rays of morning light filtered through the heavy silk curtains of Aurora Sinclair’s bedroom. She stirred slowly, her body aching in the most delicious and sinful ways. Every shift of her hips sent a reminder between her legs — a deep, tender soreness that made her cheeks flush even though she was alone. She sat up, wincing slightly, and touched her neck. The marks were there. Dark hickeys and the faint imprint of teeth. Jax had claimed her last night like a man possessed, and her body still carried the evidence. “Shit…” she whispered, rushing to her mirror. There was no hiding all of them. Three prominent marks on her neck and collarbone, plus more scattered across her breasts and inner thighs. She quickly chose a high-necked blouse and applied extra concealer, her heart racing the entire time. What had she done? She had let her father’s most dangerous enforcer fuck her raw against the hallway wall — and she had loved every brutal second of it. A knock on her door mad
The heavy oak door of her father’s study clicked shut behind Aurora Sinclair, leaving her heart hammering in the dimly lit hallway. The mansion was quiet tonight, but the air felt charged, thick with the scent of aged whiskey, cigar smoke, and something far more dangerous. Jax Draven. He stood at the end of the corridor like a shadow given form — tall, broad-shouldered, and radiating raw power. His black shirt was rolled up to his elbows, revealing corded forearms marked with old scars. Those piercing grey eyes locked onto her instantly, dark and unreadable. Rory’s breath caught. She shouldn’t be here. She should be upstairs preparing for another tedious dinner with her fiancé, Julian Voss. But her feet moved toward Jax anyway, as if pulled by an invisible chain. “You shouldn’t be wandering alone this late, Rory,” Jax said, his voice low and rough. He didn’t move as she approached, but his jaw tightened. “I couldn’t sleep.” She stopped just inches away, close enough to feel the
They stayed at the lake house for nine days. Nine days of quiet water and slow mornings. Nine days of cooking simple meals, of reading in shared silence, of making love without the sharp edge of secrecy or scandal pressing against the windows. The city’s noise felt distant here. The photographs, the headlines, the whispered judgments—all of it softened into something they could finally breathe around. On the morning of the tenth day, Damien stood at the glass wall overlooking the lake and read Victor’s message again. **I’m ready. My office. Tomorrow, 10 a.m. Come alone.** Elara slipped her arms around him from behind, cheek pressed to his bare back. “You’re going.” “I am.” “And then you’re coming back to me.” Damien turned in her arms, cupped her face, and kissed her with the steady certainty that had settled into him over the past week. “Every time,” he said. “For the rest of my life.” --- Victor’s office looked the same as it had the day the photographs first landed betwe
The story broke at 6:12 a.m. on a Thursday. By 7:00 a.m. it was everywhere. *Billionaire Damien Cross and the Daughter of His Best Friend — Age Gap Affair Exposed* The headline was accompanied by the same three photographs Julian had weaponized: the car, the elevator kiss, Elara leaving at dawn. Within an hour the piece had been picked up by larger sites. By mid-morning, variations of the story were circulating through every social circle that mattered in the city. The comments sections were predictable and vicious. Predatory. Midlife crisis. Gold digger. The usual cruelty dressed up as moral concern. Damien’s phone would not stop. Board members. Old colleagues. Two charity foundations requesting “clarification of his continued involvement.” Serena Vale sent a single text that simply read *I tried to warn you* before she blocked his number. Marcus, his right-hand man, called three times before Damien finally answered and gave the only instruction that mattered. “No comment. Not
Eleven days passed. Eleven days of careful, deliberate choosing. Damien did not sleep at the Voss estate. He did not attend the family dinners Victor still hosted for close friends. He kept his distance in the ways that had been asked of him. But every night Elara came to the penthouse, and every morning she left with the taste of him still on her mouth and the marks of his hands fading on her skin. They were no longer a secret in the dark. They were simply two people building something fragile and fierce in the space they had been given. It should have felt like enough. It didn’t. The outside world had begun to notice. Serena Vale was the first to make it known. She appeared at a charity luncheon Elara attended with her mother’ s old friends and made a point of stopping by the table, smiling with perfect politeness while her eyes said something else entirely. “Elara. You look… well. Damien must be taking good care of you.” The words were light. The implication was not. By the
Lucy padded down the stairs the next morning, her bare feet silent on the wooden steps. The house smelled like coffee and sizzling eggs. Sarah had already left for work hours ago, rushing out the door with a quick kiss for Ethan and a wave for Lucy. Perfect.She wore nothing but one of her tiniest
The dining table felt far too small with Ethan sitting directly across from her.Lucy slid into her seat with a sweet smile plastered on her face, her short pleated skirt riding dangerously high on her thighs. She had chosen the spot carefully. Under the table her bare pussy was already slick and a
Lucy sprawled naked on her dorm bed, legs spread wide like a desperate slut. She shoved three fingers deep into her dripping pussy, pumping hard while her thumb rubbed her swollen clit in fast circles. Juices coated her hand and soaked the sheets. At twenty she stayed horny every damn day. Cock was
Lucy kept stroking Ethan’s thick cock while Sarah’s voice came through the speakerphone. The kitchen still smelled like sex and the marble counter felt sticky under her bare ass.Hey Mom, everything is perfect here, Lucy said in her sweetest voice. Her hand moved slow and steady up and down his sha







