DAMIENAs I waited for Scarlett to come, a strong mix of anticipation and arousal coursed through my veins, igniting every nerve ending in my body. With my mask securely in place, shielding my identity, I stood poised in the dimly lit room, my senses on high alert for the sound of her steps approaching.When she finally showed up, the sight of her, completely naked beneath the large trench coat she wore, sent a surge of desire coursing through my veins. Her boldness, her utter disregard for the consequences, was intoxicating, it drove me nuts.“You didn’t think I’d show up, did you?” she slurred seductively, her voice dripping with amusement and desire.The words sent a thrill of anticipation coursing through me, my desire for her reigniting with a fierce intensity. With a predatory gleam in my eyes, I began to walk towards her.“You're playing with fire," I warned, my voice husky with desire as I approached her, my fingers itching to explore every inch of her tempting flesh.I was gi

SCARLETTAs we strutted into The Vault, the place lit up like we were the main event. People hollered and cheered for us, giving us the VIP treatment as this was our tuff. The club was buzzing – folks were grinding on the dance floor while others chilled in booths, sipping on drinks and shooting the breeze.We snagged our regular VIP booth, sinking into the plush seats like we owned the joint — technically, we did own the joint. One of Aiden's buddies waved down a waitress, and we rattled off our drink orders before she disappeared into the crowd.As we kicked back, waiting for our drinks, the vibe was electric. The music pumped through the speakers, setting the vibe for a killer night. Soon, the drinks were available and my brother Aiden, along with his friends Mike and Jake, were soon deep in conversation about The Brotherhood, our family's Mafia group.I tried to act as uninterested as I could, tapping away on my phone. But deep down, I really wanted to be involved in the conversa

SCARLETTAs I stood outside the stall waiting for Damien, I was seething with anger. My blood was boiling, and I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks. I tapped my foot impatiently, feeling like I was about to explode.Every second felt like an eternity, and I was getting more pissed off by the minute. My fists were clenched, and I was ready to tear Damien a new one when he finally showed his face.I couldn't stand his arrogant smirk, and the thought of him made me want to punch something. I was itching for a fight, and I couldn't wait to give him a piece of my mind when he stepped out of that goddamn restroom.When he finally stepped out, his shock at seeing me was obvious, but it quickly morphed into that infuriating smirk of his.“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” he taunted, his voice laced with sarcasm. “Little Miss Mafia Princess sneaking into the men’s room? Does your big brother know you’re in the bathroom with me?”I shot him a glare, my fists clenching at my sides a

SCARLETTAs I stood in front of the mirror, the soft glow of the vanity lights casting a warm hue over my reflection, I couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement coursing through me. I was meeting up with my stranger again. Of course, I didn’t know his name but I was content with that, calling him My Stranger.Underneath the oversized trench coat, I wore the most alluring red lingerie I could find, knowing it would please my stranger. We've been at this… whatever this was, for a month now, and every rendezvous felt like the best decision I've ever made.The past month with him has been nothing short of exhilarating. So fucking wild! He’s brought out a side of me I didn’t even know existed—a side hungry for pleasure, excitement, and all kinds of dirty desires.I couldn’t help but trail my hand over my body, moaning to myself as my mind replayed our moment together, each memory sending shivers of anticipation down my spine. From the moment we met, his presence was intoxicating, his

DAMIENThe campus courtyard buzzed with energy as students milled about, their laughter and chatter filling the air. Sam and I stood with the rest of the guys, leaning against a nearby bench as we watched the parade of girls pass by.“Check out that one,” Sam said, nodding towards a group of girls giggling as they walked past. “She’s got a nice ass.”I snorted, rolling my eyes at Sam’s crude remark. “You say that about every girl,” I replied, scanning the crowd for someone more interesting.“Yeah, but this one’s different,” Sam insisted, his eyes fixed on the girl in question. “I mean, just look at her.”I followed his gaze, taking in the sight of the girl’s long legs and curves accentuated by her tight jeans. “Alright, she’s not bad,” I admitted, grudgingly conceding Sam’s point.“But check out the blonde over there,” Tony, one of the other guys chimed in, pointing towards a girl sitting on a bench with a book in hand. “She’s got that innocent vibe going on. Bet she’d be wild in bed.