LOGINThe private jet landed softly on a small, dark runway surrounded by palm trees. The air that rushed into the cabin when the door opened was hot, thick, and smelled like salt and flowers. Lila stepped out onto the stairs, her legs still feeling like jelly from the six-hour flight. She was wearing her silver dress again, but it felt wrong now. It felt like a cage.Julian walked behind her. He had changed into a pair of thin linen pants and nothing else. His tanned chest was bare, showing the hard muscles that had been pounding against Lila all night. He looked like the king of this island."There is a villa at the end of this path," Julian said, his voice dropping into that deep, velvet tone. "It is private. No staff. No phones. Just the ocean and us. And on this island, Lila, you have no name. You are just mine."Lila looked at the white sand and the dark water. She felt a shiver of excitement go down her spine. The "lessons" had led to this. The office, the penthouse, the gala, and th
Lila walked back into the ballroom, her legs feeling heavy and weak. Every step she took made the silver fabric of her dress rub against her sensitive skin. She could still feel the warmth of Julian inside her, a thick and heavy reminder of what had just happened on that wooden table. She found a spot near the bar and ordered a glass of water, her hands shaking so much the ice clinked against the glass.Five minutes later, Julian appeared. He looked perfectly calm, as if he hadn't just been roaring like an animal in a dark room. He stood next to her and ordered a scotch. He didn't look at her, but his shoulder brushed against hers."The gala is over for us," he whispered, his voice low and smooth. "My car is waiting outside. We’re going to the airport."Lila’s heart skipped a beat. "The airport? Now?""I told you, Lila," Julian said, finally turning to look at her. His eyes were dark and full of a new kind of hunger. "I want you all to myself. No gala, no offices, no city. Just the is
The Grand Ballroom was filled with the smell of expensive perfume, lilies, and old money. Huge crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, making everything sparkle. Men in black tuxedos and women in long, flowing dresses walked around, sipping champagne and talking about stocks and law.Lila felt like a secret bomb waiting to go off.She was wearing a silver dress that looked like liquid metal. It was backless and reached all the way to the floor. Underneath the silver fabric, she was completely bare. No bra, no panties. Just her skin and the memory of Julian.Julian was standing in the middle of a group of powerful men. He looked like a king. His black tuxedo was perfect, and his hair was slicked back. To everyone else, he was the brilliant Mr. Sterling. But Lila knew the truth. She knew the way he growled when he came. She knew the weight of him.Julian caught her eye from across the room. He didn't smile. He just looked at her, his eyes dark and hungry. He raised his glass to her,
The elevator was made of glass and gold. As it zipped up to the top floor of the tallest building in the city, Lila could see the lights of the world below getting smaller and smaller. Her heart was beating so fast she thought it might pop out of her chest. She was wearing a red dress that was so tight it felt like a second skin. Underneath, she wore nothing at all. She wanted to be ready for him.The elevator doors opened directly into Julian’s penthouse. The room was huge. It had white marble floors, black leather furniture, and windows that went from the floor to the ceiling. The whole city was looking in, but no one could see them up here.Julian was standing at a small bar, pouring a glass of dark liquid. He had already taken off his tie. His white shirt was unbuttoned at the top, and his sleeves were rolled up, showing his strong, hairy forearms. When he heard the elevator, he didn't turn around."You're exactly on time, Lila," he said. "I like that in a girl. It shows she’s hun
The offices of Sterling & Associates were high above the city, where the air felt thinner and everything looked like money. Lila stood in the lobby, smoothing down her tight black skirt. She was twenty-one, a college senior with a heart full of ambition and a body that was starting to feel like a cage. She had landed the most wanted internship in the city, but she wasn't thinking about law books or filing papers.She was thinking about Mr. Sterling.Julian Sterling was thirty years old. He wasn't an "old" man, but he had a power that the boys at her college didn't have. He didn't play video games or wear baggy hoodies. He wore suits that cost more than Lila’s tuition. He had dark hair that was perfectly cut and eyes that looked like they knew every secret she was hiding. He was a man in his prime, and for the last three weeks, Lila had spent every day imagining what those large, tanned hands would feel like on her skin."He's ready for you, Lila," the receptionist said, her voice snap
The sun was just starting to turn the sky a pale, dusty gray. Inside Room 402, the air was still heavy and hot. Chloe sat on the edge of Jax’s bed, trying to pull her hair into some kind of order. Her body felt heavy, and her skin was sensitive to every touch of the air. She looked at Jax, who was lying back against the pillows, watching her with a dark, satisfied look in his eyes."You're not leaving yet," Jax said. It wasn't a question. It was a command."Jax, the sun is coming up," Chloe whispered, though she didn't move. "If I get caught sneaking out of the boys' wing now, everyone will know.""Let them know," Jax said, reaching out and grabbing her wrist. He pulled her back onto the bed. "I want to leave you with a memory that lasts longer than the walk back to your room. One last time, Chloe. No roommates, no laundry machines. Just me and you, until you can't even remember your own name."The Final HuntChloe didn't fight him. She couldn't. The way Jax looked at her—like she was
The kitchen was spinning. My head was back, my hair dragging across the cold marble counter, and my breath was coming in short, panicked gasps. My pussy was still throbbing from his tongue, and the air between us felt like it was on fire.Adrian didn't look tired. He looked like he was just getting
My name is Valentina. I just turned twenty-one, and for the first time in my life, I feel like I am finally seeing the world for what it really is. Or maybe, I’m finally seeing him for who he really is.Adrian.He isn't my real uncle. He is my father’s best friend, the man who was at every bir
The room was almost pitch black now. The only light came from the glowing city outside the window, casting long, blue shadows across the bed. I couldn't see his face clearly anymore, but I could feel him. He was a heavy, burning weight on top of me. The air was thick with the smell of sex, sweat, a
The air in the bedroom was cool compared to the steaming bathroom, but my skin was still burning. Adrian carried me back to the bed, dripping wet. He didn't bother with towels. He liked the way the water made my skin look like it was made of diamonds. He dropped me onto the damp sheets and st







