...Author’s POV “Open your legs, baby,” he murmured, his voice a dangerous caress that made her tremble.Serene complied and she spreaded her legs slightly, her boots clicking softly against the floor. She was ready to do anything just to feel pleasure. Nicholas, without warning, leaned closer to her, his breath hot against her skin as his hand trailed downward, his fingers finding her soaking, dripping clit. He rubbed a single finger against her sensitive clit. His finger pressed against her sensitive aching to be touched clit and he slid it in an up and down position. Serene’s loud moan shattered the silence, her body jolting as if electrified. She was naive and her actions reflected it all. A gasp followed and her hips bucked involuntarily at the sudden sensation, her nerves alight with pleasure and overwhelming sensitivity.He leaned down, his lips brushing her skin as he placed a gentle yet passionate kiss on the curve of her ass. The warmth of his mouth left a burning
...Author’s POV Nicholas sat on the edge of his bed, his muscular frame dominating the space as he sat manspreaded. His powerful thighs splayed wide. His dark hair was a tousled mess, strands falling into his eyes, and his shirt discarded somewhere on the floor, leaving his chiseled chest and arms bare, the faint sheen of sweat catching the light. His gaze was locked on Serene, who stood before him, her body glistening with slight drops of sweat, her face flushed a deep crimson from the intoxicating mix of alcohol and whatever Jules had slipped into her drink. Her breath hitched as she rubbed her thighs together, a subconscious gesture that betrayed the heat coursing through her. She felt timid under his gaze but somewhere the effect of alcohol was strong to make her bold. Nicholas’s lips curved into a slow, predatory smirk as he tilted his head, watching her with an intensity that made the air feel heavier. Her vulnerability, her need, was laid bare, and it stirred something
...Author’s POV Nicholas Volkov carried a whimpering, whining Serene through the entrance. His dark hairs were messy and falling over his forehead. His expressions, well he indeed looked mad and …… clearly not happy. The car ride from Jules’s apartment had been a test of his patience and he was controlling himself. Serene was intoxicated and had been touching and teasing Nicholas. Her small hands wandering across his arm, wanting him. Her breathy giggles igniting a fire he was struggling to contain. Her revealing outfit clung to her curves, a constant reminder of her vulnerability and the dangerous pull she exerted over him and He was losing his mind. As they entered the living room, Nicholas’s patience snapped. He had been trying to avoid taking any advantage of her intoxicated state but she refused to back away. With a swift motion, he tossed her onto the leather couch, the movement eliciting a sharp gasp from Serene. She landed with a soft thud, her hair splaying acros
...Author’s POV Serene was overwhelmed by the mix of alcohol and the unfamiliar freedom of the night. She stumbled backward, her legs giving up as she collapsed onto the couch with a soft whimper. Her skirt rode up slightly, the off-shoulder blouse clinging to her sweat-dampened skin, exposing a sliver of her midriff. Her hair was messy yet she looked so beautiful and sensual. A gasp escaped her lips as she clutched her head, groaning, “I feel… weird.” Her words slurred and she fanned her face with a trembling hand, her cheeks flushed a vivid pink.Jules chuckled as she watched Serene with amusement. “Look at her, fanning herself like she’s in a sauna,” she teased, her voice light but carrying a mischievous edge.Stella, swaying slightly as she tried to steady herself against the armrest, frowned at Serene’s odd behavior. Her own head was fuzzy from the drinks, but concern cut through the haze. “Serene, you okay?” she asked, her voice tinged with worry. Serene’s response was
...Serene’s POV Stella led the way to a sleek apartment building, the glass facade gleaming but falling short of that of a penthouse like Nicholas’s.Stella walked with her signature confidence to the desk to retrieve a small bag she’d arranged to have waiting, a detail that left me quietly impressed by her friend’s meticulous planning. With a quick nod to the receptionist, Stella guided me toward the elevators, her red knee-high boots clicking assertively against the floor.A feeling of confusion tugged at me. The party was going to be here? As the elevator doors slid shut, cocooning them in the mirrored interior, Stella turned to me with a mischievous grin. “Take the hoodie off,” she instructed, her voice brimming with excitement.My eyes widened, a mix of amusement and apprehension flickering across my face. Here? In the elevator? I was taken aback. “Now?” I asked, clutching the oversized gray hoodie that had been my shield. I was baffled at her bold words. Before I could p
...Serene’s POV “Wear this,” Stella said, tossing the hoodie toward me with a playful smirk.I quickly caught it, my brow furrowing in confusion as I held the soft fabric up, examining it as if it held some hidden clue. “Why?” I asked, my voice tinged with uncertainty. Why did she want me to dress like that when she wanted me to cover up with a hoodie and that too for the party we were going to. The hoodie was cozy, something I’d wear for a quiet night of studying, not for a bold night out. My eyes widened and searched Stella’s face for answers.Stella leaned in close, her blonde hair brushing against my shoulder as she whispered, “Because they shouldn’t know that.” Her voice was low, conspiratorial, and carried a weight that made my heart stutter. Stella’s gaze flicked toward the door, as if ensuring no one could overhear, before she straightened, her smirk widening.Was she hiding it even from her own fiancé? My eyes widened slightly, a mix of shock and realization dawning