I know updates have slowed up these last few days but it’d be back up. ❤️
He leaned down and his lips brushed mine. The crowd erupted with applause and whistles, urging us forward, hungry for more. My knees weakened under the weight of their anticipation, but Ethan steadied me with a hand at my waist. His mouth returned to mine, heat sparking between us. The taste of him sent a rush of memories—those stolen glances in high school, the what-ifs, the fantasies I never admitted to anyone. But this wasn’t a daydream. This was real, with a masked audience urging us on. Ethan’s hand slid up my back, then down again, tracing the curve of my spine until his palm cupped me fully, pulling me flush against his body. A murmur swept through the seats. I shivered, not from fear, but from the delicious awareness of how hard he already was against me. “Beautiful,” he murmured against my lips, though it wasn’t meant for the crowd. It was for me. Just me. I gasped when his hand tipped my chin up, angling me perfectly for his mouth. His kiss deepened, swallowing
The murmurs of the crowd increased. The auctioneer raised his hand. “Decorum, people. If you want this exquisite piece you just have to place a bid.” The lights dimmed, but instead of shielding me, they illuminated the crowd. Rows of plush seats stretched out in front of me and faces came into focus. Men and women in sleek masks leaned forward in anticipation, their gazes heavy on my bare body. My skin prickled, and my stomach knotted tighter with every second. I wanted to look anywhere but at them, yet my eyes kept scanning. Some wore tuxedos, others wore cocktail dresses, but all of them looked powerful. The air felt hot, thick with money and lust, and I could hear the faint buzz of whispers mixed with low chuckles. And then my gaze landed on him. My chest stopped moving for a moment and my knees nearly buckled. Ethan Reyes. The boy I had crushed on in high school. The one I thought I’d never see again, except maybe through the carefully curated updates on hi
AMBER’S POVI just stepped into my house when I saw a black sleek card slide under my door.I looked around but there was no one there so I closed the door before picking up the card. It felt heavier than normal paper and the letters were embossed in gold. My name was written across the front in neat bold strokes. Nothing else. No return address and no handwriting. Just my name.I carried it into the kitchen, dropped my bag on the counter and opened the envelope. Inside was another card, even sleeker, with the same gold lettering.SANCTUMThat was all it said on the front.I flipped it over and there was an address, no explanation, and a time. Midnight. No phone number or even RSVP. Just the instruction that entry was granted only with this card.I stared at it for a while, my chest tight with nerves. I didn’t know what Sanctum was, and I had never been invited to anything like this before. My first thought was that it might be a scam or some rich person’s joke, but the card looked
The moment the lobby doors closed behind the last straggler, Alex’s grip on my wrist tightened, pulling me toward the sleek black car waiting outside. My legs were shaky, still buzzing from earlier, and I stumbled slightly against him.He caught me with a smirk, his body pressing close. “Patience, Nina. I can’t wait any longer either,” he teased me. I shivered at the tone in his voice, the heat radiating from him, and I barely managed a breathless, “Alex—please…”He opened the car door for me, then slid in beside me, his gaze locking on mine. The second the doors shut, the world outside ceased to exist. He leaned in, mouth claiming mine with feral hunger, hands gripping my hips as if he might crush me through the seat.He pushed back his seat, leaned it back and made me straddle him. I gasped, pressing into him, my fingers tangling in his hair. “I… I can’t… not here—”“Shhh,” he murmured, grinding against me just enough to make me tremble, his voice thick with need. “I’ve waite
He didn’t give me a chance to catch my breath. His cock stretched my pussy wide, filling me, every inch sliding deeper until I cried out into his hand. My body clamped down around him, still twitching from the orgasm he had just pulled from me.“Fuck,” he groaned in my ear with his grip tight on my waist. “You feel unreal.”He pulled back slowly, almost teasing, then slammed back inside me, hard enough to make the counter rattle. My hands flew forward to steady myself. My nails scraped the surface as he set a rough and punishing rhythm.His chest pressed to my back, his breath hot against my neck as his hips crashed into mine. I bit down on my lip to hold back the sounds spilling from my throat, but when his hand found my clit again, I couldn’t stop the broken moan that escaped.“That’s it,” he rasped, his voice low and ragged. “I want to hear you purring in my ears like last time.”Every thrust dragged another cry from me, my body rocking against the counter, my walls gripping his
I closed my eyes as his mouth ravaged mine, melting into his taste and scent. His hands slipped around my waist, pulling me in tighter. I moaned as my legs wrapped around his legs and pressed himself against me through my panties.Flashes of our night together made my body shivered in anticipation. Alex, my CEO, was very talented with his hands and my pussy ached just from the memories alone. He broke the kiss and trailed kisses down my neck to my chest, undoing a few of my top buttons so he could kiss my breasts. He paused to stare at my bra for a second before pushing it aside and freeing my nipples. His warm mouth sucked on one while his other hand rolled the other one in circles. I glanced around the empty kitchen, the hum of the fridge and the distant tapping of keyboards making this secret encounter even more thrilling.“Alex….” I moaned. My hand ran through his hair and I bit my lips so my voice wouldn’t leave the room. My hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, urg