Two days later, Darius hits Denise again. And the next morning, he’s sporting a scratch on his jaw and a cut under his eye. It’s nothing huge but my chest swells with pride. My princess fought back. The second we are alone, I drag her into my room for a searing kiss. Denise gasps with surprise but the sound is swallowed by my mouth. We break the kiss grinning at each other. Her hands spread on my chest. There’s a proud glint in her brown eyes. “I really tried, David. For you.” “No,” I say with a shake of my head. “For you, Denny. For yourself.” I kiss her again, hungrily, pinning her against the door so I can feel her soft body moulding into mine. “But I’m proud of you, my princess.” Her hands move below my waist but I grab them. “So fucking proud of you.” “Then make me come.” “I will,” I promise. “But I have work to do now.” If I didn’t, I would already be on my knees to worship her. Reluctantly, I back away from her and her eyes darken with lust and

Adrienne rose from the circle, teeth sinking into the corner of her rosy lips. The green bottle had stopped rolling in front of her, it was her turn to play. Ignoring the catcalls and whistles from her horny friends, she took cautious steps towards Gabe. Her tiny hands reached up to put her badly dyed red hair into a bun as she lowered herself on him to perform her dare—a lap dance. She sunk her fingers into his thick mop of hair, waiting till he adjusted to her presence. Her warm breath fanned his neck, her crotch romanced his groin. His stifled moan encouraged her to grind harder against him and his shaky hands found her waist. Twisting so her back was to his chest, she bounced on the growing bulge underneath her, biting her lips to keep from moaning. “Girl! That’s enough. Get off him,” Carla, the leader of the group barked. “Next, please.” A roar of laughter zipped through the air and the rest of the group snickered. The fire in the middle of the circle cr

Anything for Gabe. Adrienne was his personal slut. Fuck. A yummy thrill raced down Gabe’s spine. He got rid of his shirt, using it as a gag for his new slut’s mouth. A low whistle left his lips. His hand descended heavily on her butt with a brute force that had her trying to scramble from him. He loved the pink colour starting to cover her left asscheek. This was art in its truest, raw form. Pulling her back by the hair, he slapped the other ass and his dick throbbed painfully when they both turned pink. His fingers grazed her clit, dipped into her wet folds and he withdrew it sharply at the amount of pussy juice coating his limbs. Was he the one making Adrienne this wet? Wow. “You like it, my slut?” he said, more to himself. The word sounded strange to him. If she hadn’t mentioned it, he would never have called her that. Adrienne’s head bobbed and his worries eased. He slapped her harder, so hard his palm left marks on her ass. “You like that, huh? Slut.” To that, Adrienne pushe

A normal person would have said no but Leila stopped considering herself normal the moment she signed the contract with Kelvin McKenna. They only went on two dates for God’s sake. Her best friend didn’t even know because he convinced her to do it before telling Freya. And she agreed. She said yes. Did she make a mistake? What would Freya say? It was partly her best friend’s fault for leaving her behind. Then again, Kelvin wasn’t so bad. Leila was still thinking about this as she entered into the compound of Tech Valley, her workplace. She pulled the door to her office open and paused. Everyone was here. She stole a peek at her wristwatch, she wasn’t late. It was only five minutes past eight. She walked briskly to her table and set her bag and files down. Her head raised when someone sat on her desk. Lily. They were not best of friends but she preferred her to that witch staring at her. Sam’s mission in this office was to make her life miserabl

Leila forgot how to breathe. She forgot how to be Leila. Her boss—husband was kissing her. His lips were pressed to hers and his tongue was seeking entry into her lips. She moaned and his tongue slid into her mouth. A sound barrelled out of her lips when he lifted her off the floor and her shirt fell. Her legs locked around his waist. Nothing else mattered to her except the feel of his lips on hers. His groan snapped her out of her trance, she palmed his face and kissed him back with a foreign urgency. Her fingers slid into his hair, she tugged on it from the roots, loving and loving the sound of approval he made. He tasted foreign—sweet and she loved it. His lips were officially her favourite part of him. They broke apart for air and to Leila’s horror, she realised she didn’t have anything to hide her cleavage from her husband. Kelvin noticed it and took her finger into his mouth. “Don’t be shy, Leila,” he said, walking them to the bed. Her b