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Who's Inside Me Now?

Bianca's vision was gone, stolen by the black silk blindfold tied tightly over her eyes. Her breathing slowed, heart racing as hands, so many hands touched her all at once. Her skin prickled with heat and tension, every nerve on fire. She didn’t know whose hands were where, and that made it hotter.She was laid out on the lounge bed on the balcony, legs spread, arms limp at her sides. The cool night air licked her bare body, mixing with the warm press of fingers, lips, and tongues. She couldn't see the men, but she could feel them. Every touch was electric.“You ready for round two, baby?” someone whispered against her ear.She moaned softly. “Yes… please.”“Good girl.”A mouth closed around her nipple, sucking hard. Another pair of lips kissed her stomach. Fingers slid between her thighs, already finding her wet again, her pussy fluttering from nothing but anticipation.“She’s dripping,” a deep voice said. “Her pussy’s begging.”“She likes not knowing who’s touching her,” another voi

TIED DOWN BY MY BOSS'S SON

CHAPTER 1The morning began as it always did for Mira. The baby monitor buzzed from the nightstand, followed by the soft cries of little Ellie. Mira sat up slowly from the small bed in the nanny’s quarters and pulled on her hoodie. The cold from the marble floor pressed against her bare feet as she stood.She walked quietly down the long hallway of the mansion, her footsteps echoing off the high ceilings. Tall gold-framed portraits lined the walls, and freshly cut lilies sat in crystal vases that likely cost more than she earned in an entire year.It was just another reminder that she was only the house help.Mira had worked for the Stone family for nearly two years. She was the live-in nanny, the weekend cook, and the housekeeper when the maid called out, and more often than not, the emotional target of Lydia Stone’s frustrations. The pay was acceptable, and the job provided shelter, but she had no real freedom. Every part of her life was dictated by their rules. She lived in their h

Sick In The Head

CHAPTER 2"You’re sick in the head," Mira muttered under her breath.Jordan did not move. He stood at the top of the stairs, one hand resting on the banister, the other lazily rubbing the back of his neck. That same smug smirk curved his lips, like he had not just cornered her in the laundry room and made everything complicated."I meant what I said," he called down in a calm, quiet voice. "Tonight. Don’t make me come find you, pretty."She didn’t answer him. Instead, she picked up Ellie and walked away, refusing to look back. Once inside the nursery, she shut the door and drew the curtains. Her hands were trembling as she rocked the baby in her arms, waiting for her cries to fade into soft hiccups.Mira sat on the edge of the crib, with a heavy heart and tight chest.What baffles her was how she wasn’t afraid of Jordan, and that was the problem, because she should have been terrified.But the only thing she felt was heat. Not fear or anger. Just a slow, deep ache she could not explai

Unsure

“Are you really doing this?” Mira whispered to herself as her hand hovered over the doorknob for a second as her heart pounded. The smart choice would be to turn back. To go to her room and pretend none of this ever happened.But intelligence left her the moment Jordan whispered those two words in her ear.“Wear nothing underneath.”She did not strip, but she was far from fully dressed. Her tank top clung to her like a second skin. Her robe was tied loosely, doing little to hide her shape from the way her nipples pressed against the fabric. She wore no bra with no panties.She walked before she could stop herself down the hallway. Past Lydia’s empty wine glass on the console and out the back door, across the sunlit patio, and then, along the garden path that led to the pool house.She paused in front of the door. Soft music played inside. It was something slow and sultry. She knew that once she stepped in everything would change. But in her mind nothing was still the same.She pushed

Thought You Were Playing?

The light in the pool house was still on, and he was still in there, waiting for her.He had not begged or chased her. He simply sat there, as if he knew she would come eventually.That scared her more than anything. Because he was right.Mira’s job was already fragile. One mistake and Lydia would fire her without thought. Her entire life depended on keeping distance from that arrogant, spoiled, dangerous boy.But it was too late to maintain any distance now.She had made a choice; she should have walked away yesterday, and should've never opened that door.Now, every time she closed her eyes, she saw him shirtless, with dark eyes and filthy mouth, with his hands roaming her skin. She wrapped her robe tighter and started to walk toward her room.Then she stopped and turned back barefooted. She slipped down the stairs, careful not to make a sound. The rest of the house was quiet. Lydia was fast asleep in her bedroom, drunk, and Mr. Stone was away again, and the baby monitor was silent.

Let's Make This Official?

“I should have known. You always looked like a little slut. But I didn’t think you’d be this stupid and senseless.”Mira’s robe was still open, but Jordan did not move to cover her, or flinch from getting caught with Mira, the nanny.Instead, he turned to face his stepmother. His eyes were cold and his entire face looked different, more like it was calm, flat, yet dangerous.“Leave,” he said.Lydia raised an eyebrow. “What did you just say?”“You heard me the first time, mom,” Jordan repeated, sharper this time. “Get out.”Her smile faded as they came.Mira’s heart pounded as she fumbled to close her robe, while her fingers shook from fear, as she tried to find the words to settle the heating tension. “Mrs. Stone, I….”“Shut up there,” Lydia cut her off. Her eyes were wild now. “You’re fired, Mira. So pack your shit and get the hell out of my house. RIGHT NOW.”“No,” Jordan said firmly. “She’s not going anywhere.”Lydia stared at him, stunned. “What did you just say, Jordan!?”“I just

DOUBLE FUCKED, AND LOVING IT

CHAPTER 1Lena's throat burned as she drained the last of her tequila shot. The kitchen tiles beneath her bare feet felt cold, but her skin was burning hotter by the second. Her best friend, Harper, was gone for the weekend to visit her mom in the city, leaving Lena completely alone at the Cain family's lakehouse.Correction...almost alone.But Everett Cain, her best friend’s daddy was still home.Lena leaned against the counter, chewing on the inside of her cheek. She had tried to ignore the way her body reacted to him. The way her nipples hardened when he looked at her for just a little too long. The way her pussy throbbed when she caught him working out in the backyard, shirtless, glistening, sweaty. The man was hot, with nice broad shoulders. Deep voice, and quiet dominance that made her breath catch in her throat.And worst of all, he knew of her crush on him, because when she’d bent over in front of him yesterday, pretending to tie her shoe, she saw the way his eyes dropped to he

We Meet Again

“Dad? Lena? You guys home?”Harper’s voice echoed through the front door.Lena’s heart slammed against her ribs as she jerked away from Everett, still breathless, skin flushed, legs trembling. His cum was still hot on her tongue, a drop sliding down her chin as she frantically wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.“Shit,” she whispered, scooping up her panties and tank top from the floor.Everett grabbed her wrist, his voice low and sharp. “Bathroom. Now.”She didn’t argue. She ran. Barefoot and half-dressed, she darted into the nearest bathroom and slammed the door quietly behind her just as Harper’s footsteps padded into the hallway.Everett stepped into his room, adjusting the waistband of his sweatpants, the thick bulge in them still visible but slightly tamed. His pulse was still wild, and Lena’s taste lingered on his lips.He wasn’t supposed to fuck her. He wasn’t even supposed to look at her. But now her moans were stamped into his brain, her scent stuck on his fingers, he

Like Daddy's Little Slut

Lena’s chest rose and fell too fast.The air in the room turned sharp as every eye locked on the man now standing in the doorway. Dark suit. Smug smirk. That same cocky glint in his eyes she remembered from that night behind the university library when he bent her over his desk and fucked her raw.Professor Cole fucking Blackwell.Harper grinned, clueless. “He and Mom just got engaged. Crazy, right?”Lena didn’t say a word. She couldn’t. Her voice was trapped somewhere between her throat and her panic.Everett’s stare turned cold. “You know him?”Lena forced a breath. “We met… at school.”Cole stepped closer. “Yes. We’ve… met.” His eyes raked down her body like he was stripping her right there in front of Harper and Everett. “She was… an exceptional student.”Everett’s jaw flexed. His fists clenched at his sides.Harper was still oblivious. “Small world, huh? Now he’s basically going to be my stepdad.”Lena choked on the word stepdad.Everett’s stare didn’t leave Cole. “You’re marryin

Little Fuck Toy

The door rattled hard.“Open the fucking door right now!” Harper’s voice cracked, furiously.Lena's heart slammed against her ribs. She scrambled out from beneath Everett, her legs sticky with sweat and cum, trying to grab her clothes in a panic.Everett didn’t move fast enough and immediately the door burst open.Harper stood in the doorway, eyes wide, mouth open, her stare landing on the scene: her best friend naked on her father’s bed, sheets tangled, her dad shirtless and still half-hard.No one said a word.Lena froze. Everett stood in shock. Harper’s mouth trembled, her eyes blinking fast like she couldn’t decide whether to cry, scream, or run.“You,” she said, voice hollow, eyes locked on Lena. “You fucking slut.”“Harper—” Lena stepped forward, wrapping the blanket around her chest. “Please, I—”“Don’t touch me,” Harper hissed. “How long? Huh? How fucking long have you been screwing my dad behind my back?”Lena opened her mouth but couldn’t find the right words. The guilt chok

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