Se connecterThe sound of the front door unlocking makes me jump out of the chair like I’ve been burned. I don’t even realize I was holding my breath until I hear the heavy click of the door. Marcus is home.I smooth my hands over my thighs, trying to calm the racing sound of my heart. I’m wearing a flimsy silk nightie, a deep emerald green that barely covers my body. It stops just below the curve of my ass, and I know exactly how I look in it, my breast spilling out of the lace at the top, my skin still flushed from the long hours I’ve spent pacing the floor. I didn’t put anything on underneath. I couldn’t stand the feeling of fabric against the raw, swollen sensitivity Zane left behind.Even now, I can feel the heat of what happened earlier. My pussy is soaked, a constant ache that makes every step feel like a chore. It’s so much that I can feel the slickness sliding down my inner thighs, a warm reminder of a betrayal I should be scrubbing away instead of celebrating."Marcus!" I say, my voice s
The aftershocks of my climax are still buzzing through my legs when I feel his hands tighten. He doesn't let me linger in the softness. Zane grips my waist and lifts me off his lap in one smooth, powerful move. I feel his cock slide out of me, and the sudden absence of that heat leaves me feeling empty and cold, like a vital organ has been ripped out.He drops me onto the bed. I hit the duvet with a soft sound, and before I can even catch my breath, he’s grabbing my hips and hauling me toward the edge. He maneuvers me until I’m on all fours, my head hanging low and my ass tilted up high, right in his line of sight. I’m trembling, my palms pressing into the mattress, my hair shielding my face as I stare down at the shattered sheets.I hear the sound of him stepping closer. The air behind me gets hot. He wraps one hand around my waist, his fingers digging into my hip bone so hard it’ll leave a mark, while his other hand grips his cock."You like that, don't you?" he rumbles, his voice a
I am kneeling naked on the rug before him. The robe is a heap of silk at my feet, and the cool air of the bedroom feels like a thin blade against my skin. Zane doesn't say anything at first. He just looks at me, his eyes tracking the way my chest rises and falls. Then, he reaches out. His hands are massive, and as his fingers glide up my back, the heat from his palms makes me shiver. He reaches the back of my head, his fingers tangling deep into my hair, and he grips it. It isn't a gentle hold. It’s firm, a silent reminder that he is in control now.With a sudden, sharp tug, he drags my head forward. I don’t have time to gasp before he’s shoving his cock into my mouth.It’s a shock. He’s so much thicker than Marcus, so much larger, and the taste of him, salt, musk, and pure man, fills my senses instantly. My eyes go wide, watering slightly from the sudden fullness, but I don't pull away. I can’t. My hands reach out, clutching his knees for balance, my fingers digging into his hard, ba
Marcus lowers his head, moving back down toward me and closing his mouth around my nipple. I exhale softly, my body just melting into his touch. It’s so familiar, the way he holds me, but everything feels different now. My skin is still buzzing from Zane. I can still feel the ghost of Zane’s teeth, the weight of his much larger hands, and the way he looked at me like I was something he wanted to break.Marcus sucks on my nipple, swirling his tongue around the tip before moving to the other one. He’s being careful, almost sweet, and it makes my chest tighten with a sharp, stabbing guilt. He has no idea. He thinks he’s come home to a wife who was waiting for him, a woman who is worked up because she missed him. He doesn't know that the heat he feels radiating off my skin was put there by his own blood.His hand snakes down my thigh, his fingers sliding through the slickness between my legs. He spreads my folds, and a low groan breaks out of his chest."God, Avery," he murmurs against my
Zane doesn’t break the kiss as he hooks his arms under my thighs and hoists me up. My legs wrap around his waist in their own, my damp skin clinging to the rough charcoal fabric of his trousers. He carries me across the room like I weigh nothing, and for a second, I feel a dizzying sense of safety in his strength, which is a lie, because he’s the most dangerous thing in this house.He drops me onto the silk duvet. The air catches in my throat as he crawls onto the mattress, moving between my legs with a slow confidence. He stays there for a moment, hovering over me, his dark eyes taking in the mess he’s made of me. My hair is fanned out against the pillows, my chest is heaving, and my nipples are still tight, aching peaks of pink flesh that seem to reach for him.He smirks, a lazy, gorgeous tilt of his lips. "You look so much better in my nephew's bed than he deserves, Avery."The mention of Marcus should be a cold bucket of water, but instead, it feels like gasoline on a fire. Zane r
I step out of the bathroom, still shivering from the spray of the water. The air in the bedroom feels ice-cold against my wet skin. I’m reaching for my robe on the bed when I see him. I completely freeze. My heart isn't just beating, it’s slamming, so hard it actually hurts, like it’s trying to break out of my chest.Zane is right there.He’s leaning against my vanity, surrounded by my perfumes and jewelry, just watching me. He isn't looking away. He isn’t acting embarrassed or even moving an inch. I’m standing here completely naked, dripping water onto the cream-colored rug, and he’s just staring. His eyes are dark and heavy, moving over my body so slowly it feels like he’s actually touching me.He starts at my shoulders, following the water drops as they slide down my chest. I can see his pupils get bigger as his gaze lands on my breasts. They’re heavy, still damp, and the cold air has made my nipples point into hard, tight peaks. I want to cover myself, I know I should, but my arms
I’m still shaking, my skin sticking to the mahogany as the sweat starts to cool. I try to pull my legs together, to hide the mess, but Austin’s hand is back on my hip. He doesn't let me move. He just stands there, looking down at me like I’m a puzzle he’s finally solved."You think one time is enou
The Guard’s heat vanishes as abruptly as it arrived, leaving my skin screaming in the sudden chill of the hall. I stand there, blindfolded and trembling, the black silk a heavy weight against my mask. The silence of the room is no longer just a vacuum, it is a predator. I can feel the hundreds of e
The air on the deck is biting, a sharp contrast to the heat radiating from the two men flanking me. Every time Bram leans in to press a piece of succulent meat to my lips, his fingers linger, brushing against my mouth just a second too long. My tongue accidentally swipes his skin, and the low, vibr
Her long fingers slide in and out of me, her tongue flicking the bud between my folds, sucking my clit like it’s her life source. My legs hang open, my breasts bounce with the weight of my breathing, and my hands hug her tighter, pulling her closer.Her tongue continues to swipe at my folds, my body







