LOGIN[Candice POV]I lasted exactly four days after that morning with James before I completely broke. Every time he touched me gently, every time he told me how much he loved me, every time he made love to me like I was something precious, all I could feel was Collins’ rough hands, his thick cock stretching me, and his filthy words ringing in my ears. The guilt had become unbearable, but the craving was worse. I lay next to James at night pretending to sleep while my pussy throbbed, remembering how Collins had fucked me like he owned me. I could not keep doing this.On the fifth morning, I sat James down in the living room with tears already running down my face. I knew I was about to destroy the man who had never done anything but love me.“James, I need to talk to you. This is going to hurt, but I cannot lie to you anymore.”He looked at me with concern and took my hands gently, like he always did. “What is it, baby? You’re sca
[Candice POV]I slipped back into the penthouse just after 9 AM with my legs still shaky and Collins’ cum slowly leaking into my panties. Every step I took reminded me of how thoroughly he had ruined me only a few hours earlier. My body was sore in the most delicious and shameful way, and I could still feel the bruises his fingers had left on my hips when he fucked me so hard.James was already in the kitchen making coffee when I walked in. The sight of him looking so calm and loving made the guilt crash over me like a wave.“Hey babe, you’re back early,” I said, trying to sound normal while forcing a bright smile, even though my voice felt shaky.James turned around and pulled me into a gentle hug, kissing my forehead the way he always did. His touch felt so safe and familiar that it almost made me feel worse.“I missed you last night, beautiful,” he said softly. “I woke up and you were gone, so I figured
[Collins pov]I lay there in the hotel bed the next morning, watching Candice sleep with her hair spread across the pillow and my cum still dried on her inner thighs. I could not stop the possessive rush that hit me. I had finally fucked the woman I had obsessed over for years, and she had let me ruin her in ways her perfect fiancé never had.The sun was just starting to creep through the curtains, and I knew she would need to leave soon to get back to her real life. But I was not ready to let last night end yet. I ran my hand slowly up her bare leg, leaned in to kiss her neck, and pressed my morning-hard cock against her ass.“Wake up, baby. Tell me how sore that pretty pussy feels after I destroyed it last night. I can still feel how tight you were when you were creaming all over my cock and moaning like a filthy little cheating slut.”Candice stirred and let out a soft moan as she woke up. When she turned to face me, I saw the mix of satisfaction and guilt in her eyes that only mad
I let Collins lead me out of the Rooftop Lounge with my heart hammering so hard I was sure everyone could hear it. The moment his warm hand closed around mine, I felt a rush of guilt and raw excitement that made my thighs slick under my dress. We barely spoke in the elevator down to the private car waiting downstairs, and the silence between us felt thick with everything we had not yet said but both of us already knew was about to happen.He gave the driver the name of a discreet luxury hotel only ten minutes away. When the car started moving, he turned to me with those intense dark eyes and spoke in a low voice that sent heat straight between my legs.“I still cannot believe you are really here, Candice, because I have fantasized about this for so long. I need you to know that if you change your mind at any point, I will stop immediately. But God, I have been dying to touch you properly and show you how a woman like you deserves to be fucked.”His words made me press my legs together
[Candice POV]I’m Candice Vale — 28 years old, one of the most bankable actresses in Hollywood, and the woman whose smile is currently plastered across billboards in twelve countries. My life looks flawless from the outside: red carpet premieres, multi-million dollar contracts, and a handsome, stable fiancé named James who the tabloids call “the perfect gentleman.”But perfection can be suffocating.James is everything a woman is supposed to want. He’s kind, respectful, successful, and deeply in love with me. He opens doors, remembers anniversaries, and never raises his voice. In bed, he’s gentle — almost too gentle. Slow kisses, soft touches, missionary position with constant eye contact and whispered “Are you okay, baby?” He makes love to me like I’m fragile. After two years together, I’ve started craving something rougher, dirtier, more primal. Something that makes me feel like a woman instead of a porcelain doll.That hunger is exactly why I never stopped the anonymous gifts.It s
[Elena's POV]I spent the entire week in torment.No matter how many patients I saw, how many notes I wrote, or how many times I tried to distract myself with work, my mind kept returning to Marcus. To the way his thick cock had stretched my throat. To the brutal rhythm of his hips slamming against my ass. To the feeling of his hot cum flooding both my pussy and asshole. I had touched myself almost every single night — sometimes twice — fingering my pussy and ass while moaning his name in the dark.By Thursday afternoon, I was soaked before he even arrived.When he knocked at exactly 4 PM, I took a deep breath, composed my face into a professional expression, and opened the door.“Come in, Marcus.”He stepped inside. The moment the door closed and I turned the lock, the air in the room thickened.“Please, sit down,” I said, gesturing to the couch as I took my usual chair across from him.For the first ten minutes, I forced myself to stay professional. We talked about his week, his anx
[Sophie’s POV]I slam my laptop shut so hard the coffee table jumps. “God, I need to get fucked tonight,” I groan, collapsing back into the couch cushions. My head throbs from three straight days of finals, my bank account is a negative-number joke, and the cheap vibrator in my drawer gave up the g
I come awake slowly, everything aches in the most delicious way. My skin still carries their marks, faint bruises and the ghost of teeth, and just thinking about it sends a fresh pulse of heat straight between my legs.But the glow fades the second I reach for my phone. Mia's text from last night g
The knock comes again, softer this time, and my heart is still hammering from what we just did when I crack the bathroom door. Mia stands there holding my phone, her face drained of color, eyes wide and glassy. The screen lights up in her hand with the same notification I saw seconds ago."Who's th
[Maria’s POV]Today is our last chance to fuck properly before we flee. The midnight vigil drags on forever. Candles, chants, kneeling on cold stone—but every time Elias’s voice rises in the psalm I feel it between my legs like a stroke. I keep my eyes down, but I know he is watching me, and the th







