登入17: THE ARCHITECTURE OF MALICE.Roxanne Flair.The brass handle felt like ice against my sweating palm. The air inside the private holding lounge was thick, smelling heavily of spilled bourbon, expensive leather, and the unmistakable, suffocating musk of sex. I expected panic. I expected them to scramble apart, a frantic rush of fabric and whispered curses.Instead, Richard rose to his full height with a torturously slow, fluid grace.He didn’t flinch. He didn’t even look surprised. Adjusting the lapels of his slightly rumpled shirt, he casually raised a thumb to wipe a lingering trace of wet saliva from the corner of his bottom lip. His eyes locked onto mine, carrying the exact same cruel, mocking glint that had terrorized my childhood across Kelvin’s dinner table."Hi, Roxie," he whispered. So low only I could hear.Lake’s posture went dead rigid. His sharp eyes darted between the two of us, his brow furrowing as a sudden, icy tension spiked through his frame. "Do you know her?" La
Roxanne Flair.The smooth glide of the limousine came to a final, elegant halt. Through the tinted glass, I could see the towering glass facade of the venue, swarming with high-society guests and security details.Before I could even attempt to process the painful, throbbing ache between my thighs, the heavy car door was snapped open from the outside by a gala guard in a pristine white-gloved uniform. The crisp night air rushed into the luxurious backseat, chilling the bare, exposed skin of my lower body.I made a frantic move to slide toward the exit, my hands instinctively smoothing down the front of my emerald-green gown, trying to ensure the dangerously high slit didn’t reveal my complete lack of underwear."Remember everything the housekeeper taught you, Roxanne," Alaric’s deep baritone cut through the quiet, a low, commanding rumble that made my spine stiffen. "You are a DeLuca now. Act like it."But that wasn't the words of Mrs. Gable that was ringing on my mind. The exact wor
15- WET AND EMPTY.Roxanne Flair.“Take them off.”Alaric’s command hung in the dim glow of the car, low and impossible to ignore. My heart hammered against my ribs so hard I could barely breathe. No. I shouldn't do this. Not here. Not with the driver just feet away. Not with his hand already under my gown, fingers almost brushing the soaked lace of my panties.I shook my head, voice barely a whisper. “I… I can’t. I shouldn't…You’re my husband’s father.”Before I could say anything more, his lips descended on my neck. Soft at first, then warm, deliberate presses right below my ear that sent electricity racing down my spine. Then the kisses grew hungrier. He sucked on my skin, teeth grazing, tongue swirling as he devoured my skin. The wet sounds of his mouth against my neck filled the quiet car. My head fell back against the leather seat without permission, a broken whimper slipping from my lips.“Oh god…” I breathed.His hand shifted, then pressed firmer between my thighs, rubbing m
14- "TAKE THEM OFF,”Roxanne Flair.My heels clicked against the marble steps as Alaric and I walked toward the waiting car. Each step felt heavier than the last, like invisible chains wrapped around my ankles, dragging me deeper into something I couldn’t escape. The cool air brushed my bare shoulders, but it did nothing to calm the heat crawling under my skin. Alaric moved beside me, tall, commanding, his presence pulling at every nerve in my body.A guard stepped forward to open the passenger door and slide in. “Stay with the others,” Alaric said, voice low and final. “We’re fine with just the driver.”The guard hesitated only a second before nodding and stepping back. My stomach tightened. Of course. He wanted privacy.I slipped into the backseat first. The leather was cool against the exposed skin of my thigh where the gown’s high slit parted. Alaric followed, his large frame filling the space, the door shutting with a heavy, final click. The driver pulled away smoothly. Soft bl
13- TRAPPED.Roxanne Flair.I sat up quickly, shoving the pillow and jacket away from me. My hands trembled as I stared at the damp spot I’d left behind. This was wrong. So fucking wrong. He was my husband’s father. The same man who had ruined me in that booth and nearly taken me again in the hallway. And here I was, sniffing his jacket like a desperate slut and humping a pillow while fantasizing about him.I pressed my palms to my burning face, shame twisting tight in my stomach. But even as the guilt gnawed at me, my pussy gave another weak, needy throb, still slick and sensitive. My body remembered every brutal inch of him, every slap of his hand, every time he’d made me come until I couldn’t think straight.I couldn’t keep doing this.I stood on shaky legs, thighs sticky, and tried to pull myself together. The jacket lay on the bed like evidence. I should return it tonight. I had to. Before this hunger got any more dangerous.But deep down, a darker little voice whispered that I d
12- DRY HUMPING THE PILLOW TO HIS SCENT.Alaric DeLuca.I dragged my thumb roughly over the sensitive, pulsing ridge of my cock head, smearing the pre-cum as my hand moved in a brutal, rapid rhythm, stroking furiously up and down.The contrast between her innocent, wide-eyed stare in the hallway and the absolute, shameless ruin I had made of her hours prior was driving me over the edge. I imagined pushing her against that marble wall again, ripping the sweatpants off her hips, and burying my entire fullness inside her right there on the cold floor until she sobbed my name into the empty corridor while my son was meters away.My breathing turned into short, harsh gasps. The warm water churned around my moving hand as my stroking pace became frantic, unhinged, and completely devoid of the DeLuca discipline.The tight, electric coil in my groin stretched to its absolute limit, a profound, heavy throbbing starting at the base of my spine. I was right there. My vision began to blur at the
11- MY PRETTY, TERRIFIED, LITTLE SLUT 1.Alaric DeLuca.The heavy click of my master suite door shut out the quiet corridors of the estate, but it did nothing to quiet the chaos roaring in my blood.I leaned my back against the dark mahogany, my chest heaving as I finally let the aristocratic mask
10- HOUSE OF SECRETS.Roxanne Flair.He fucking knew whatever it was that transpired between I and his son. But instead of the anger I was supposed to feel, I felt betrayed my body was feeling something else.The heat radiating off his body felt like a physical weight, pressing against me, matching
08- THE TRUTH THAT BURNS 2.My heart skipped a beat. I tapped the article, my eyes scanning the text rapidly. The report detailed how Lake DeLuca had been seen by a couple at an exclusive Manhattan eatery, acting intensely close with another guy. The article slammed him with heavy speculation rega
07- THE TRUTH THAT BURNS 1.Roxanne Flair.The moment the heavy mahogany door clicked shut behind me, the last shred of my strength vanished. My legs turned completely to jelly, buckling beneath my weight. I slid down the back of the door, my knees knocking against my chest, my breath coming in sh







