LOGINThe second the words left my mouth I felt a rush of heat flood between my legs. I couldn’t believe I’d actually said it out loud. But I didn’t take it back. I just stood there looking at him, waiting, my thighs pressed together because my pussy was throbbing now.Malakai’s eyes dropped to my mouth for a second, then lower to my chest where my hard nipples were clearly visible through the white top. His breathing changed. It got slower, heavier. For a moment I thought he might actually reach out and do something right there in the parking lot. His hand twitched at his side like he wanted to grab my hip and pull me against him.Instead he leaned in even closer. His lips were so near my ear I could feel the warmth of them when he spoke. His voice was low and rough, almost a promise.“You’ll find out soon enough.”The words hit me hard. My stomach dropped and my pussy got even wetter. I could already imagine it—him pulling me over his lap in the back of the SUV, that big rough hand coming
The car got quiet again, but it wasn’t the same kind of quiet. It felt thicker. Charged. I could feel him thinking, feel the way the air between us had shifted. My nipples were tight against the thin tank top and I knew he could see them. I shifted again in the seat and let my thighs part just a little. The lace of my thong was damp now.I bit my lip and looked out the window for a second, then back at him. “So… does she know you’re babysitting a billionaire’s daughter who likes to cause trouble?”“She knows I’m working,” he said. His voice was still calm, but there was a rough edge underneath it now. Like he was holding something back.I smiled, slow and a little wicked. “Bet she’s fun. She looks like she knows how to have a good time. Does she like… sharing? Or is she the jealous type?”Malakai’s jaw flexed hard. He didn’t answer right away. The car slowed at a red light and he finally looked at me fully. His eyes dropped to my chest again, to the obvious hard peaks of my nipples th
My heart was pounding so hard I was sure he could see it. I shifted my weight and the towel rode up a little higher on my thigh. “I’m going to the mall soon. I need to get out of this house for a bit.”He nodded once, eyes flicking back up to my face but not before they lingered on the curve of my hip where the towel was slipping. “I’ll be waiting right here until you’re ready.”“Okay,” I breathed. My voice came out softer than I meant it to.I stepped back and closed the door, but not before I saw the way his gaze dropped again to the water still running down my leg. The second the door clicked shut I let out a shaky breath and leaned against it. My skin was on fire. He’d seen me like this. Almost naked. Fresh from touching myself while thinking about him fucking my ass. And he’d looked. He’d really looked.I pushed off the door and went to my closet. I wanted to test him. I wanted to see if that calm professional mask would crack even a little. I dropped the towel and stood naked in
My real fingers moved faster between my legs as the fantasy took over. I turned in the shower, pressed both palms flat against the wet tile, and arched my back like I was obeying him. Hot water ran down my spine and between my ass cheeks. I spread my legs wider.In my mind he stepped into the shower behind me. Fully dressed at first, the water plastering his clothes to his body. One big hand grabbed my hip, rough and sure. The other slid up my back and fisted in my wet hair, pulling my head back just enough.“You’ve been pushing since the second I walked in,” he’d say, voice right against my ear. “Testing me. Acting like you don’t want this. But your body’s been telling me different, miss. Look at you. Bent over like a needy little slut already.”I whimpered out loud in the real shower, two fingers still buried in my ass while my other hand rubbed my clit in tight circles. The fantasy felt too real. I could almost feel the heat of his body behind me.“Please…” I whispered to no one, b
The image slammed into me so hard I almost swayed. Those big hands on my waist. Lifting me like I weighed nothing. My body pressed against that solid chest. My legs maybe wrapping around him before I could think. My face went hot so fast I had to look away, pretending to stare at the bookshelves while my heart tried to beat out of my chest.This was dangerous.Not just the rules. Him.The way he stood there like he couldn’t be moved. The calm in his voice that somehow made me want to push back just to see what he’d do. The way my stupid body was already reacting—skin too sensitive, dress feeling too thin, a low ache starting deep in my belly that had nothing to do with anger.I swallowed and forced my voice out. “This is bullshit. You know that, right?”“I know you think so,” he answered. No judgment. Just quiet fact. “But I’m still not going anywhere.”I turned back to face him, chin up even though my legs felt a little weak. “We’ll see how long that lasts. I can be very difficult.”
“This is the last time you will disobey me, Amara!”Dad’s voice exploded across the office like a gunshot. It made the crystal glasses on the side table rattle. I stood there in the middle of all that dark wood and leather, my arms wrapped tight around myself like they could protect me from the yelling. The red dress from last night still stuck to my skin in places, damp from dancing and the warm night air outside. My feet throbbed inside the stupid strappy heels I hadn’t even kicked off yet. I could still smell the club on me—sweet perfume mixed with sweat and the faint burn of vodka shots my friends kept pushing into my hand.I bit the inside of my cheek so I wouldn’t roll my eyes. That always made things worse. I was twenty-two, not twelve, but Dad still acted like one wrong move and I’d shatter into a million pieces. All I did was go to a party. Music so loud it shook my bones, lights flashing, bodies pressed close on the dance floor. For a few hours I felt free. Now here I was, g
A dark, satisfied sound rumbled deep in his chest. “Good girl for telling Daddy the truth.”He leaned down and captured my mouth in a deep, claiming kiss before moving lower. His lips trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses down my neck, across my collarbone, then latched onto one nipple through the lace.
I parted my lips. He didn’t shove in right away. Instead, he rubbed the swollen head across my tongue, painting it with his taste—salty, masculine, addictive. I moaned around the thick head, eyes fluttering up to meet his. He stared down at me like I was the only thing in the world.“That’s it,” he
I rode the pillow harder, faster, moaning loud enough for the mic to catch every wet sound. My eyes stayed locked on his username while my mind filled in the blanks—his big hands gripping my hips, that deep voice growling my real name, the thick cock I’d accidentally seen outlined in his sweatpants
I never thought my biggest secret would ruin me in the hottest way possible.My laptop screen glowed with that familiar pink light, the one that made my skin look like warm honey under the ring light. I was on my knees on the fluffy white rug in my bedroom, wearing nothing but a sheer black baby-do







