Sinful Nights With Adeline

Adeline I watched the other model aside me walk around giggling. They must be excited unlike me. This wasn't the best option but I had to. I needed the money badly. "Did you see the new agent?" One of them said. "He'so hot ." The back of my thighs stick to the leather beneath me. I readjust my sundress, the couch creaking beneath me as I shift. I contemplated my life choices at this point. It was just sex. A meaningless transaction. I need the five thousand grands that come with the modeling agency and the sex. The room is silent yet comfortably warm. Fluorescent nearly blind me with their white stark light, but I understand the need for clear, quality shots. I am a photographer myself. My eyes fall on the sleek wooden desk, bared before me and waiting. I take in the tripod in the corner, waiting for me, the model. The door opens abruptly, and a man brushed past me. My eyes fell upon his broad shoulders, the confident gait with which he strode, the designer cologne in which

Adeline It's him.The ice melts into waves of fiery heat that gather in my chest and spreads to my neck and cheeks. “Adeline, meet Raffaele Delacroix. Kathy's son.” Raffaele Delacroix? Croix? But his mother's name is Anderson… I don't care now. I just need air. The man I was introduced to as Raffaele takes a step forward, wearing a totally different outfit as he did earlier. He was on sweat pants alone. The sight of his rock hard abs and the outline of his cock is buried in my head forever. Phil picked up a shirt lying on the counter and tossed it at him. “Put on a shirt, will ya?” He muttered. Way to go, Phil. A silver chain necklace dangles from his neck and two lip rings sit on the outer part of his bottom lip. He smells fresh like he had showered. After that hot session with me. He puts on the shirt and stretches his hand forward. “Melanie, right?” I almost frown. But whatever, I'm just another ass and pussy to him. I accepted his hand with a fake smile that didn't reac

Adeline Walking up early like I always do, I roll out of bed rubbing the sleep off my eyes with my fists. Last night's memories haunt me. The unrealistic short sex and the showering… Everything about him feels painful. It's gradually becoming a problem for me. I need to find a way to talk to him. Will he be empathetic? Willing to change? Walking to the bathroom with my eyes still hazy from sleep ready to brush my teeth with the water bottle in my hand. I open the door and get hit with warm steam and a delicious spicy scent in my nose. But before I can turn back, my gaze falls on him. Croix. Naked. His hand stroking his cock, his head thrown back and his lips parted sensually. "Ahh...fuck." He groaned, his vocals deep and sexily. "Take it...take me..." His strokes increased, his breath turns into panting as he moved his hand faster on his cock. His dark green eyes open and catches mine in the mirror. He doesn't stop but keeps going, working faster, eyes on mine. I squeez

Adeline “Enjoying yourself?” I gasped, falling into the wall at the sound of Croix’s voice behind me. Turning back to the room, I find both men looking at me. “What the fuck?” He shakes his head with a smirk on his face. “Good girls don't curse, Melanie.” I glared at him. I can't believe my name can't pass through his thick skull that he's calling me by his hooker's name. “It's Adeline.” Croix pushed the door the rest of the way open with a hard this, his arm bracing over me as we stood in the frame together. “Croix, what the fuck?” Sigh said, focusing on me. “Got ourselves a stalker.” Croix declares. “I was just…sorry, I…looking for the bathroom.” I hang my head, peering down at the floor in the hallway while absentmindedly rubbing my elbow. The girl rises to her feet, gathers her stuffs and takes a few strides forward to reach me. “Wait Melanie girl, right?” Eli holds out his hand, looks at it and then retracts it immediately wiping it on his jeans. He has a hard

ADELINEI woke up in a panic.I forgot to lock the door again. My thighs immediately sealed together, my quads tightening, and my arms circle my body before my eyes even have the chance to speak. My dreams hazy again snd I feel this tightening in my chest that just won’t ease up.I scan my surroundings for any intruder before dragging my hand down my face in a panic. It takes me a moment to calm myself together. I realise that I’m not in my mom’s house or in that dream that I keep forgetting every single time.My stomach rumbled, the pizza wasn’t enough for me and Croix isn’t going to the grocery store for more stock just to be petty to me. Sometimes, he burned hot and cold. I took a knife and stabbed a pepperoni before smearing it on the wall. Maybe it would give them a hint to actually clean the house up.Grabbing my phone, I immediately search through my messages hoping to find a message from Wesley. He didn’t come home last night and I was waiting patiently for him. As expected, t