I couldn’t sleep that night.After Chris left me at my apartment, my mind kept replaying every moment with Emily on his couch. The way she moaned my name. How tight and wet she felt around me. Her flushed cheeks and the look in her eyes – innocence and sin tangled together.I knew it was wrong. She was my best friend’s sister. Off-limits. But that only made me want her more.The next morning, I woke to a text from her.Emily: Come over. Chris left for the gym. I need you.My cock hardened instantly. Within minutes, I was out the door and speeding towards their house, adrenaline pumping through my veins.When I arrived, the door was unlocked. I stepped inside, my heart thudding in my chest. I found her in the kitchen, wearing nothing but a silky pink robe tied loosely around her waist. Her hair was still damp from her shower, cascading in dark waves down her shoulders.“Morning,” she said softly, her eyes dropping to the bulge in my jeans. She bit her lip. “You came fast.”“You texted
I had always known she was off-limits.From the moment I first walked into Chris’s house as his college buddy three years ago, I noticed her. Emily. Back then she was just his little sister in high school – quiet, bookish, with oversized glasses that slipped down her nose whenever she read. She barely spared me a glance, lost in her world of novels and iced coffees.But people change. And so did she.Now, at twenty-one, she wasn’t a shy teenager anymore. She was a woman – all curves, confidence, and tempting innocence rolled into one. Her hair was longer, cascading in soft waves down her back, and her eyes seemed to glow whenever she smiled.But Chris was still my best friend. The guy who shared his dorm fridge with me, bailed me out after bar fights, and trusted me more than anyone else. Thinking about his sister in the way I did was wrong. Dirty. Vulgar.But it didn’t stop me.That Saturday, Chris invited me to his house for beers and UFC reruns. I arrived early, hoping to beat week
Scarlett woke up to the soft morning light streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Her body ached deliciously with every movement, her thighs sore, her pussy still swollen from Ryan’s ruthless fucking.For a moment, she lay still, breathing in the faint scent of his cologne lingering on her sheets. Then she sat up, wincing at the soreness between her legs. A tiny smile curved her lips as memories of last night flooded back – his hands gripping her hips, his cock splitting her open, his rough voice calling her filthy slut as he fucked her like he owned her.God, she’d never been fucked like that in her entire life.She slid out of bed slowly, wrapping a silk robe around her naked body. As she stepped out into the living room, she froze.Ryan sat in the armchair by the window, dressed in black tactical pants and a tight black t-shirt that clung to every sculpted muscle of his chest and arms. His stormy grey eyes watched her silently, his expression unreadable.“You’ve been sitti
Scarlett’s mind was a hazy blur of lust and humiliation as the SUV pulled up to her penthouse building. Ryan stepped out first, scanning the surroundings before pulling open her door. She climbed out silently, her legs trembling from how desperately her pussy still throbbed for release.He followed her up to the penthouse silently, his towering frame radiating cold, controlled fury. She tried to ignore the heat pooling in her belly as she unlocked the door with shaking fingers.As soon as they stepped inside, she turned to him, her chest heaving. “You’re such an asshole,” she spat, glaring at him with tear-filled eyes. “How dare you leave me like that?”Ryan didn’t respond. He closed the door behind him with a quiet click, flicking the lock shut. Then he turned to her, his grey eyes dark with hunger.“Do you think I enjoy this?” he asked, his voice dangerously soft. “Do you think I like having to treat you like a brat just to keep you safe? Do you think I don’t want to fuck you so har
The SUV hummed along Fifth Avenue as Scarlett sat silently beside Ryan, staring out at the glittering city skyline. Her heart was pounding, her thighs pressed tightly together to relieve the ache between them. She could still feel the ghost of his grip on her wrist, his hard body against hers, his hot breath threatening to spank her if she disobeyed.No man had ever dared to speak to her that way. And god, it was all she could think about.She shifted slightly, her soaked thong rubbing against her swollen folds. She bit her lip to keep from moaning out loud. Stealing a glance at Ryan, she saw his jaw clench, his fists gripping his thighs so tightly the veins bulged under his tanned skin.“Turn around,” she whispered softly.“What?” His grey eyes snapped to hers, sharp and cold.She leaned in, her lips brushing his earlobe. “Tell the driver to turn around. I don’t want to go home.”Ryan’s nostrils flared. “Miss Hayes—”“Take me to the studio loft in Brooklyn. I want to see Troy.”His e
Scarlett could feel his eyes on her as she strutted across the marble lobby toward the SUV parked outside. Every step in her stilettos was deliberate, each sway of her hips an unspoken challenge.She didn’t care if Ryan Cole was her bodyguard. The man was sex on legs. Six-foot-four, broad as a damn fridge, veins bulging down his muscled forearms as he held the door open for her. His expression was unreadable behind those stormy grey eyes, but she could feel the tension radiating off him like heat from a furnace.As she slid into the backseat, she spread her legs just slightly under her tiny black dress. Enough for him to catch a glimpse of her bare, glistening inner thighs as he climbed in after her.He didn’t even blink. Instead, he pulled out his earpiece and barked orders into it, his deep voice rumbling through her like a vibrator set to low.“Convoy rolling. No stopovers. ETA twenty minutes.”Scarlett licked her lips. God, his voice. She shifted in her seat, feeling her pussy cle