เข้าสู่ระบบ~ Thea's POVI promise you, Maya was straight, straighter than a ruler.But there were things my voice and fingers did to her that she couldn't understand, it always makes people question our sexuality.Maybe because we were best friends and we had practically had an orgy more than the lone sex we had, but we prefered to kiss and touch each other while our partners rammed into our pretty cunt.Though the idea of her seeing Stellan ramming into me coiled something twisted deep inside my heart.I didn't want her to see Stellan doing that to me.He was mine alone to devour.The silence that followed the screaming was heavy, wet, and smelled of expensive wine and bodily fluids.Maya lay sprawled on the B&B Italia sectional like a ragdoll, her chest heaving, her skin flushed a deep, blotchy pink. She looked boneless, utterly spent, her eyes rolling back in her head as the last tremors of the orgasm I had coached out of her faded into shallow twitches.The guy, whose name I didn't know and
~ Thea's POV"Fuck... Thea, you have totally gone insane."That was like the 20th time I had said that to myself, leaning against the elevator railing like a love-sick fool, the only difference was that I was not love-sick, but actually high on how possessive Stellan was being.The elevator ride up to the penthouse felt like floating in the sky. My lips still tingled from Stellan’s claiming kiss, a pressure that made my knees weak even though he was miles away, likely terrorizing some poor executive in Tokyo over a conference call.His words swirled in my head, intoxicating and terrifying in equal measure. I was tired, though, and kind of sad at what Camilla said to me at the restaurant, but I just needed sleep, and I knew the moment I hit the mattress, I’d just stare at the ceiling and replay the way his hand had felt on my thigh in the restaurant.The elevator chimed, signaling my arrival at the penthouse.I expected silence. Maybe Maya had returned earlier and was now sleeping in h
~ Stellan's POVLe Bernardin was quiet with the stench of seafood, hushed whispers, and rich laughter, but all I could hear was how my dick would jump every darn time Thea shifted in her chair.I could never get tired of fucking her, and the recent weeks of doing that, had been clearly screaming in my ears.She was like a drug I couldn't stop feasting on.She looked ethereal in the dim lighting, her skin glowing from what we’d just done in my office. Her blouse was buttoned to her chin again, her hair smoothed back, but I knew the truth. I knew she was sore. I knew she was marked. And knowing that while sipping a vintage Pinot Noir was a specific kind of torture I seemed to enjoy inflicting on myself."The Gala isn't just a party, Thea," I sighed, setting my glass down. "The board is skittish after Richard...and although I am his friend and one of the biggest shareholders, there is little I can do but hold up the company for him. They need to see stability again. They need to see the
~ Thea's POVIt didn't take me much time to get to Stellan's office. My blood was roaring in anticipation as I walked toward the double mahogany doors at the end of the hall. It only took one gulp for me to knock softly against the door.After a grunt of approval came from inside, I pushed the door open and slipped inside, the door clicking shut behind me.Stellan was sitting on the edge of his massive desk, legs sprawled out, a tumbler of scotch resting near his hip. He had discarded his jacket hours ago. His white shirt was unbuttoned at the collar, the tie gone, his sleeves rolled up to reveal the thick, corded muscles of his forearms dusted with dark hair.His gaze was wild and darkened with need and that made a delicious ache crawl and settle in my core.He didn't say a word as I entered. He just watched me. His gaze was like a weight that started at my ankles and dragged slowly, agonizingly, up to my eyes. He was inspecting me.I would be a fool not to have noticed that."You t
~ Thea’s POV"Thea Mercer, right?"I blinked, taking a half-step back as I looked at the guy standing in front of me. He didn't suck the oxygen out of the hallway the way Stellan did. Instead, he seemed to brighten it."I... yes," I said, a little confused. "Have we met?"He smiled, and it was devastating in a completely wholesome way. It was a smile that promised cookies and study dates, not NDAs and handcuffs."Not officially," he said, adjusting his thick-rimmed glasses. "I’m Lance Jefferson. I’m the Department President for Economics and the head of the Student Council. I saw your transfer file on the Dean’s desk this morning when I was dropping off the budget reports."Lance Jefferson.The name rolled off the tongue like honey. It was soft, rhythmic, and undeniably sweet. He looked like old money indeed. He had an energy that was eager to please without being desperate."Oh," I said, relaxing slightly. "So you're the reason Dean Oxi knew my blood type before I walked in the door?
~ Thea’s POVIt didn’t take so much time to get to the university. Walking into the Columbia University administrative building felt less like entering an academic institution and more like stepping into a lion’s den where the lions had been sedated.It was like all eyes were on you, judging if you were the right prey they could devour. Maya and I had parked the McLaren in the nearest garage, after a solid ten minutes of Maya taking photos of it against the brick wall of the dormitory, and made our way to the Admissions Office. I expected lines. I expected the usual grim-faced administrators who looked at students like they were inconveniences to be filed away.What I got was a welcome committee."Miss Mercer!"A short, balding man in a suit that was slightly too tight around the middle hurried out from behind the glass partition before I even reached the desk. He was dabbing sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief, his eyes wide and anxious behind wire-rimmed spectacles."I’m







