LOGINMIA.I’m standing at the back of the grand ballroom, clipboard clutched tightly in my hands, earpiece crackling with updates from the florist and catering team.The wedding ceremony is in full swing. Ethan stands at the altar looking picture-perfect in his tuxedo, smiling at his bride as she walks down the aisle. The room is filled with elegant guests, soft music, and the scent of white roses.But my eyes keep drifting to Lucas.He sits in the front row on the groom’s side, looking devastating in his charcoal suit. The top two buttons of his shirt are undone, his tie loosened, dark tattoos peeking from his collar. While everyone watches the bride, Lucas watches me. His gaze is dark, hungry, and full of filthy promise.My pussy still aches from last night. I can feel the dried evidence of his cum on my inner thighs even after I cleaned up. Every time I move, I’m reminded of how hard he fucked me against that hallway wall.The moment the ceremony ends and guests start moving toward the
MIAI’m standing near the ornate marble fountain in the sprawling garden of the country estate, clipboard in hand and earpiece buzzing with last-minute details. The wedding rehearsal is in full swing, but my attention keeps drifting to him—Lucas Vale, the groom’s younger brother. Tall, tattooed, and radiating pure trouble in a tailored black suit that looks like it’s barely containing him. While everyone else follows the coordinator’s instructions like obedient sheep, Lucas leans against a stone pillar with a cigarette between his fingers, watching the chaos with dark, amused eyes.I’ve been the wedding planner for three months now. Ethan, the groom, is polished, safe, and exactly the kind of man his family approves of. But Lucas? He’s the black sheep who showed up late, skipped the fittings, and looks at me like he wants to ruin me in the coat closet.My name is Mia. And I’ve wanted Lucas since the moment he walked into the first meeting two weeks ago in ripped jeans and a smirk th
EVELYNI wake slowly the next morning, sunlight filtering through the lace curtains of my new bedroom. My body feels heavy and deliciously used, a pleasant soreness between my thighs and across my breasts reminding me that last night wasn’t just a vivid dream. Elias is real. The ghost who haunts this house wants me, and I want him just as badly.I stretch languidly under the sheets, my nipples tightening at the memory of his invisible mouth sucking on them. A soft smile curves my lips. “Good morning, Elias,” I whisper into the quiet room. A gentle breeze stirs the curtains in response, and I feel a warm phantom touch brush across my cheek like a kiss.My bladder urges me up. I pad naked to the large en-suite bathroom, the old tiles cool beneath my feet. The shower is a beautiful claw-foot tub with a rainfall showerhead I’ve been excited to try. I turn the water on hot, letting the steam fill the room before stepping under the spray. The heat cascades over my skin, soothing my muscles
EVELYN. I’m standing in the middle of the old Victorian parlor, dust motes dancing in the late afternoon light streaming through the tall windows. The house creaks softly around me as if welcoming its new owner. I’ve just finished unpacking the last box, and my muscles ache pleasantly from the long day. This beautiful, slightly eerie home on the edge of town was a steal, but the real estate agent’s nervous smile still lingers in my mind.That night, after a hot shower, I slip into bed wearing an oversized t-shirt and soft shorts. The antique four-poster bed feels luxurious. I drift off quickly.Sometime in the deep hours of the night, I wake with a start. The room is cool. A gentle breeze brushes my cheek though the windows are closed. I sit up, heart racing, scanning the shadows.“Hello?” I whisper.Just as sleep tugs at me again, a light touch trails along my arm, warm fingertips gliding from wrist to elbow. The sensation is deliberate. It moves across my collarbone, slow and exp
LILA.I’m still trembling against the wall, my leg draped over Damien’s shoulder, when he lowers it slowly and stands. My pussy throbs from the force of the orgasm, slick and oversensitive. He towers over me, his steel-gray eyes burning with controlled hunger. The taste of me still glistens on his lips.“Color?” he asks again, voice low but steady.“Green, Sir,” I breathe, even as my knees feel weak. I want more. I need to push him further.A ghost of a smirk touches his mouth. “Good. Because we’re nowhere near finished.”He steps back and gestures toward the center of the room. “Go to the St. Andrew’s cross. Face it. Arms up.”My pulse spikes. The large wooden X stands waiting, cuffs dangling from the top and bottom. I walk on shaky legs, the silk slip still bunched around my waist, my red heels clicking against the floor. I can feel his eyes on my marked ass with every step. The sting from the crop flares hotter as I move.I press my front against the smooth wood, raising my arms. D
LILA.I’m standing in the center of the dimly lit playroom, my heart hammering against my ribs like it wants to break free. The air carries a faint scent of leather and warm sandalwood. Soft recessed lighting casts long shadows across the dark wood floors and the carefully arranged implements lining the far wall. I’ve only been here seven minutes, and already the urge to push is crawling under my skin.I’m dressed exactly as he requested: a short black silk slip that barely skims mid-thigh, no bra, no panties. My nipples are tight and sensitive from the cool air and the thick anticipation humming through me. My long auburn hair falls loose down my back, just the way he specified. But I couldn’t resist one small act of defiance. Instead of the plain black heels he instructed, I’m wearing these cherry-red ones with the wicked ankle straps that make my legs look sinful.Bratty? Absolutely. That’s the entire point.The heavy door clicks open behind me. I don’t turn around. I hear his me
TELLEN."Fuck, Tellen, right there, don't stop, I'm going to come."Kane's face is pressed into the pillow, ass in the air, and I'm pounding into him with everything I have. We've been at this for twenty minutes already and he's been close for the last five, begging me to let him finish."Not yet,"
DANTE.Her hand around me is going to end this before it starts."Valentina," I manage through clenched teeth."Val." She strokes slowly, deliberately. "Only my boss calls me Valentina. You're going to call me Val while I make you fall apart.""Val, I'm going to—""No you're not." Her hand stops mo
SLEYAI broke Tatrum Valenti’s nose three years ago at the Vienna Championships and I’d do it again right now if he were standing in front of me.We were backstage after the final results came in. I’d lost gold to him by two points. He was standing there in his tailsuit looking like someone had car
WINREY.I sleep for eighteen hours straight.When I finally wake up, my body feels like it's been taken apart and reassembled wrong. Everything aches. My pussy is so sore I'm afraid to move. My muscles scream in protest when I try to sit up.There's a note on my pillow in iridescent ink that shifts







