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If you're not ready for explicit scenes, taboo age-gap encounters, possessive domination, dark obsession, and heat that pushes every boundary—this book is not for you. But if you are... welcome to your next addiction. **************** “You’ll get everything you want—your mom’s surgery bills, your brother’s education, your father’s loan… and anything else you need—if you simply do what I ask,” Alex said smoothly, his voice low and commanding as his fingers lightly traced the curve of Abigail’s cheek. The space between them had all but disappeared. Abigail’s breath hitched. “B-but, sir… what you're asking for—it’s wrong. For both of us.” Alex’s expression darkened, the softness in his eyes vanishing like a switch flipped. “Then I guess you're willing to let your mother die for the sake of your principles.” The word die sliced through her like a blade. Her knees weakened. Her eyes welled. The pain of reality crushed whatever walls she had tried to hold up. This wasn’t about pride anymore—it was about saving the woman who had sacrificed everything for her. With trembling lips, Abigail closed her eyes. A single tear slipped down her cheek. Then, she nodded. Alex’s jaw tightened, his mouth curving into a slow, calculated smirk. The sight of her surrender—innocent, tearful, and helpless—ignited something primal within him. He leaned in, the tension thick and crackling in the air, his breath brushing her skin like a promise she couldn't escape. As he sniffed in her cologne, she could feel his breath tickle her skin. He brought his lips to her neck and played dryly with it. Abigail gasped as she instinctively threw her head backwards, closing her eyes. He lifted his head from her neck, he loved the sight of her petite face. With his gaze fixed on hers, he gently took her hands and placed it on his hard manhood. She let out a loud gasp and her eyes shot open. She looked down on where her hand was placed and then back at his face with wide eyes. “Huge enough, huh?” Alex asked with a tight smirk on his face. “You're going to rub your sweet hands on it while I kiss you,” Abigail's lips tightened as he brought his face closer. It all felt surreal to her. It was hard to accept that her second intimacy with a man would be this way. Her first time was with her first love whom she trusted with her cherry. He never returned after he took it from her. But this time she was doing it to save her mom. Alex's lips on hers interrupted her thought. He forced his lips through, setting hers apart. His lips claimed hers, the kiss turning hot and messy in the best possible way. He sucked intensely, while making sure her hand was on the spot he ordered. Abigail's eyes closed as she felt his tongue on her teeth. She tried to deny the sensation of his touch but it won eventually. Without realizing, she began rubbing her hand around his manhood area. He pulled her even closer to him, his hands slid down to her ass. She gasped as he pressed his fingers into her soft ass, wrinkling her office dress. The heat forming between her thighs and the liquid that dripped from her p**sy was undeniable as she clutched her legs together, tightening her grip on his manhood and moaning. Alex lifted her dress, his fingers gripped her soft ass and he spanked them. Then they broke apart for breath, staring into each other's eyes. Abigail was breathing heavily while Alex directed his way under her panties, his eyes fixed on her face. She could see the excitement in his smile as his middle finger felt the wetness in her p**sy lip. A smirk formed on his face, “You're so f**king ready for my cock,” He whispered. Abigail didn't respond, her face was flushed in embarrassment. Unhesitatingly, Alex pushed her to the wall, his free hand grabbed her neck as he slid his middle finger into her p**sy, thrusting in and out really fast. Her mouth parted in a soft gasp as his lips tugged into a crooked grin. His long fingers went deep into her p**sy and she moaned in pleasure, unable to help the fire his touch and thrust ignited. Instinctively, Abigail lifted her right leg and wrapped it tightly around his waist, swiveling her hips to the rhythm of his thrusts. Alex lifted her under her ass while his other hand continued f**king her. Her consistent moans made him even harder and he took her to the top of his massive office table. He placed her on it and spread her legs apart. Alex licked his lower lips with great anticipation. He pulled off her panties and drew loose the single strap of her dress, causing it to slide down her shoulders. His tap on her p**sy made her legs shudder in a thrill for his cock. She gave a long, genuine moan and placed her hand on his shoulder, her eyes fixed on her own slimy pussy. Alex groaned as he bent lower, stuck out his tongue and began licking her clit. Abigail cried in pleasure as he pushed his tongue back and forth the soft bones of her clit. She couldn't help but hold his head firmly to herself, her eyes closed in sinful imaginations. Alex took his tongue to her pussy and licked off her dripping juices. He whirled it on her pussy and she tightened her grip on his hair. A sudden knock on the office door and it swung open. A middle aged man dressed in a plain white button down shirt and dark trousers walked in. The man’s face quickly turned pale with shock as he took in on his boss and his new employee. Alex lifted his head. His face turned dark but calm. “I--I’m sorry, sir,” his legs shook in fear. “You're fired,” Alex said simply. The man left the office without uttering more words. He knew he would worsen the situation by speaking more. Alex returned his gaze to Abigail who felt herself drowning in guilt. He said nothing to her as he quickly undid his belt and took out his manhood from his briefs. Her eyes turned red from how veiny, thick and lengthy he was. It was a shade darker than his tanned skin. Alex took a glimpse of her reaction before he adjusted her closer to him, spreading her legs even wider as he went in between, his cock dangling on her wetness. Their nose touched as he kissed her soft lips slowly, she could hear his desire for her in his breath. She moaned at him as he started to push himself inside her. They paused the kisses and just stared closely at each other. Her heartbeat fluttered wildly, heat rushing through her veins with every inch of his cock going deeper. Alex continued staring in her eyes as he pushed further. Then he threw his head backward and groaned, closing his eyes. “god damn, you're so f*cking tight!” he groaned. Abigail grabbed his neck and moaned. Her tight pussy slowly adjusted to his fat cock and Alex continued thrusting until his cock was hitting her base. He stared directly at her innocent face being carried away by his cock and promises. Her eyes were shut and her mouth was wide open in consistent moans. “Ohh, yes, please, deeper, uhhhhh, arghhhh, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes,” Her screams made him increase his pace. He loved it. She was clearly out of her senses. His balls tapped on her as he continued thrusting. Then he felt his seed about to erupt but he didn't pull out. His hands went up to her breast and he squeezed it mercilessly while returning his lips to her mouth. One rough kiss and his nuts burst inside her. He held her ass firmly in a squeeze to keep her from withdrawing. Then he looked at her flushed face. Her breathing came down but he could tell she was exhausted. Her eyes were faintly red as he pulled out of her. “You enjoyed that, right?” Abigail didn't respond. Her skin turned white with embarrassment as she dropped her gaze to the floor, trying to avoid eye contact with him. She slowly helped herself down from the table and picked up her panties. Alex wiped her juices off his cock with a tissue, then he put the relaxing d**k back into his trouser. He rounded the table and sat on the leather chair as he watched her dress up. Alex pulled out a cheque book and scribbled on it. Then he tore out the sheet and handed it to her. Abigail received it and did her best to maintain her composure despite the sight of the five figure check in her hand. “That's for being obedient. Now leave my office.” Alex snapped. She murmured a quiet thank you and slipped the check into her handbag. But as her fingers curled around the doorknob and she pulled it open, her breath caught in her throat. Standing there—like sin in designer clothing—was the last woman she ever expected to see.All I ever wanted was to be diligent—a model assistant, loyal to my boss, and focused on my work. I kept my head down, did everything by the book, and never gave anyone a reason to question my professionalism.But apparently, being caught “releasing tension” in the copy room changes how your boss sees you.This morning, his voice was cool, “Lila,” he said, without looking up from his desk. “I need you to declutter the copy room. Take out every useless document and clean the place up. New files are arriving this evening.”There was an edge beneath his words—too calm, too knowing. As if this was a punishment dressed up as responsibility. I simply nodded, cheeks warm, and headed toward the room like a good employee.The copy room smelled like toner and dust. I rolled up my sleeves, pulled my hair into a messy knot, and started digging through piles of old files. Most were outdated reports and training manuals—nothing exciting.But then, as I reached behind one of the lower cabinets, my f
I came to the island on a dare—to prove I wasn’t all talk. The brochure said "clothing optional." What it didn’t say was that the moment you step off the boat, you’re no longer in charge.It was supposed to be a getaway. A wild weekend before I turned twenty-five. But I hadn't expected the welcome ritual… or how it would feel to have his eyes on me—dark, commanding, amused—as the resort staff asked me to remove my clothes in front of strangers.I hesitated. My fingers trembled at the hem of my tank top. A few others had already stripped—confident, experienced, like they'd done this before. I was the outsider here. The city girl with fire in her eyes and zero idea what she’d signed up for."First time?" he asked.I looked up. The man wasn’t staff. He was a guest—bare-chested, sculpted like sin, with a crooked smirk that told me he knew exactly how unsure I was.I nodded. Barely. He stepped closer, and suddenly the air between us turned electric.“Don’t worry,” he murmured. “The first l
The elevator jolted hard, then froze with a gut-clenching grind. The lights flickered once… and then silence.I exhaled through my teeth. “Of course.”A beat passed. Then I heard it—that voice. That annoyingly calm, arrogant, too-smooth voice I knew like a bad habit.“Let me guess… you think this is my fault somehow?”I turned slowly, already dreading the sight I’d find—and there he was, leaned casually against the elevator wall like this was a joke. Like he wasn’t the one person I’d rather be stranded with a snake than share a square foot of space with.Callum Reyes.Top of the class. Top of every competition.And top-tier asshole, in my opinion.“Don’t flatter yourself,” I muttered, folding my arms. “The universe just clearly hates me.”He smirked. “Maybe it’s punishing you for being so hostile to someone so charming.”I stared at him. “You are the most self-absorbed, manipulative, smug—”He held up a hand, mock-serious. “Careful. Insults are like confessions in reverse.”I rolled m
We hadn’t planned to end up in a one-bed motel room on the side of the highway after the departmental awards dinner. He had offered to drop me off but the rain had other ideas—and by the time the storm turned the road into a river, it was either this… or stay stranded together in his car all night.The rain hadn’t let up for over an hour.It beat against the motel roof like a war drum, relentless and cold—completely at odds with the heat simmering in the small, dimly lit room.I stood near the window, watching the water trail down the glass in messy rivulets, pretending I wasn’t hyper-aware of the man behind me. His presence filled the space—broad, calm, and dangerous in the way only something strictly off-limits could be.He was not just soaked, he was handsome in his wet state, looked hotter and a little younger despite the subtle strands of grey hair that highlighted his middle aged face. His dark shirt clinged to his chest, the faint outline of muscle visible through the thin fabr
The city felt different tonight.Like it was holding its breath.I tightened my coat around me as I hurried down the alley behind my apartment—the shortcut I always took, even though I hated how silent it got. No footsteps. No cars. Just the sound of wind and the distant hum of neon signs flickering to life.Then everything stopped.The wind, even the noise from the street behind me—like the world had been muted.I slowed. I wasn’t alone. I didn’t hear him. I felt him. Like the air itself thickened, coiling around my body with invisible fingers. My breath caught as I turned sharply, heart thudding.He stood there. Not five feet away.A man—or something close enough to one that my mind didn’t register the difference fast enough. Tall. Cold. Drenched in shadows like he belonged to them. His shirt was cut sharp and dark, but it was his eyes that rooted me. Crimson. Burning. Unblinking.Each step towards me felt like walking into a death knell. My feet pinned to the ground.“What… do you
The city felt different tonight.Like it was holding its breath.I tightened my coat around me as I hurried down the alley behind my apartment—the shortcut I always took, even though I hated how silent it got. No footsteps. No cars. Just the sound of wind and the distant hum of neon signs flickering to life.Then everything stopped.The wind, even the noise from the street behind me—like the world had been muted.I slowed. I wasn’t alone. I didn’t hear him. I felt him. Like the air itself thickened, coiling around my body with invisible fingers. My breath caught as I turned sharply, heart thudding.He stood there. Not five feet away.A man—or something close enough to one that my mind didn’t register the difference fast enough. Tall. Cold. Drenched in shadows like he belonged to them. His shirt was cut sharp and dark, but it was his eyes that rooted me. Crimson. Burning. Unblinking.Each step towards me felt like walking into a death knell. My feet pinned to the ground.“What… do you