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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
Caden’s hand is like a band of iron around my wrists, pinning them into the silk pillows above my head. The shift in power is so sudden, so fast, that it leaves me lightheaded. One second I was the queen on her throne, and the next, I am just a slave, a toy crushed beneath his heavy, solid weight. The bodyguard has finally been devoured, and the man looking down at me right now is terrifying."You like to talk about who belongs to who," he growls, his voice a low rasp that vibrates through my entire body. "But you’ve been looking for someone to break you since the moment I became your bodyguard."I try to pull my hands free, a last fruitless effort to reclaim some shred of my dignity, but he doesn't even budge. He just tightens his grip, his thumb pressing into the delicate skin of my inner wrist. He looks down at me with a dark satisfactory gaze, watching my chest heave as I struggle for air."Look at you," he whispers, his lips brushing against my ear. "The powerful Victoria, reduced
The drive home is a silent, vibrating with tension that fills every inch of the car. I sit in the back, my legs still slightly unsteady, feeling the cooling slickness of his release between my thighs. Caden’s eyes are fixed on the road, his grip on the steering wheel so tight his knuckles are white, but he doesn't say a word. He’s playing his part again, the silent, dutiful protector, but I can see the way he looks at me in the mirror. He’s not as composed as he wants me to believe.When we pull into the garage, I don't wait for him to come around and open my door. I slide out, my heels clicking sharply on the concrete. I don't look back as I head for the elevator."Follow me," I command.I hear his heavy footsteps behind me, a shadow that I’ve finally learned how to control. We ride the elevator up in a stifling, heavy quietness. When we enter the penthouse, I don't stop in the living room. I don't even glance at the couch. I walk straight toward my bedroom, the double doors swinging
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
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
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
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







