تسجيل الدخولI made it back to the main lawn, breathless, my heart pounding a frantic rhythm against my r
The boathouse was a rotting wooden structure at the edge of the lake, the paint peeling, the roof sagging. It smelled of algae and old wood. Julian waited for me inside the shadows. As soon as I stepped through the door, he grabbed me, slamming me against the rough wood wall. "What are you doing?" I gasped, my heart racing. "They'll notice we're gone." "I don't care," he growled, his hands gripping my hips. "I couldn't stand it. Seeing you stand there, looking so... innocent. While I know exactly what’s under that sweater."
The next morning, the storm had passed, leaving behind a bruised, grey sky and a sodden landscape.I woke up alone in Julian’s bed. I hadn't slept. I had spent the night staring at the ceiling, listening to the sound of his breathing, terrified that at any moment Seraphina would knock on the door.Julian had been insatiable. He had taken me twice more that night—once slow and torturous, once fast and rough. My body ached in places I didn't know could ache.He had left before dawn, leaving a note on the pillow: Wear the grey sweater. No underwear.
The walk to the study felt like a march to the gallows. My knees were weak, my thighs sticky. I could feel Julian inside me, a lingering reminder of what we’d just done. I stopped in the downstairs powder room to splash cold water on my face. I looked like hell. My lips were swollen, my eyes glassy. I wet my hair, trying to make it look like sweat from the heat, rather than... exertion. I buttoned my jacket to hide the wrinkled state of my shirt. When I finally entered the study, Julian was already there. He stood by the fireplace, a drink in his hand, looking like he hadn’t just committed a felony ten feet down the hall.
The door creaked open, the sound like a thunderclap in the confined space of the alcove. My father’s silhouette filled the frame, blocking the warm light from the study. I could see the texture of his tweed jacket, the slight greying of his hair at the temples. He was ten feet away. Maybe less. If he turned his head to the right, if he just shifted his gaze slightly, he would see us. He would see me, pants around my ankles, pressed against the wall. He would see Julian, the "perfect groom," standing behind me with his hand clamped over my mouth and his cock buried deep inside my body. "Don't move," Julian whispered,
The storm outside had intensified, the wind howling like a banshee around the stone corners of the Vanderbildt Estate. Inside, the silence was heavier, suffocating.Dinner had ended. My father had retreated to the study to review some documents for the morning, and Seraphina had gone to her room, citing a headache from the wine. That left Julian and me in the grand hallw
I woke to the sensation of something cold and wet dripping onto my chest. My eyes flew open to find Dante kneeling over me, holding a rapidly melting ice cube and grinning wickedly."What are you doing?" I asked, shivering as water trickled down my skin."Waking you up," he said simply, dragging th
He proceeded to prove his point, his tongue working me over thoroughly until I was sweating and shaking and desperate for more. Just when I thought I might actually come from his tongue alone, he pulled back."Color?" he asked, his voice rough."Green," I gasped. "So green. Please don't stop.""Not
The moment I did, his tongue was on me, licking into me with enthusiasm that made my eyes roll back. He ate me out like it was his favorite thing in the world, his tongue fucking into my hole while his hands gripped my ass to hold me in place.The position had me helplessly grinding down against hi
His room was bigger than mine, with a king-sized bed that dominated the space and floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the backyard. The morning sun streamed in, making everything feel too bright, too exposed.He reached for the remote on his nightstand and pressed a button. Automated blinds de







