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The pounding on the door echoed through Marcus's loft like a thunderclap, shattering the post-orgasmic haze that had enveloped Jen and Marcus. Jen's heart leaped into her throat, her body still humming from the intense release she'd found in his arms, a stark contrast to the empty encounters with David. She pulled the sheet up to cover herself, her mind racing. Who the hell is that? Marcus's face drained of color, his relaxed demeanor vanishing as he tightened the robe around his waist. "Stay here," he whispered urgently, his voice laced with a tension that made Jen's stomach knot. The woman's voice outside grew louder, shrill with anger: "Marcus! I swear, if you don't open this door right now, I'll make a scene the whole building hears!" Jen's pulse thundered in her ears, flashbacks to her own betrayal flooding back, walking in on David and Sarah, their bodies entwined in her bed, the sheets she'd picked out twisted in mockery. Was this karma? Had she jumped from one cheater to anothe

Jen’s hand shook as she stared at the intercom panel. Marcus stood behind her, towel slung low on his hips, water still dripping from his hair. “Don’t answer,” Marcus said, voice flat. “He doesn’t get to barge in here.” but Jen’s finger hovered over the button. Three years of habit of trying to fix what was broken, pulled at her. “I have to face this,” she whispered. “Or it’ll never end.” “You think talking fixes betrayal? I tried that with Victoria. It only drags the knife deeper.”Jen pressed the button anyway. “David… give me ten minutes. I’ll come down.”Silence. Then: “I’m coming up.”Marcus cursed under his breath. “You’re letting him in my home?”“I’m ending it,” she said, voice firmer than she felt. “Properly.”She dressed quickly, yesterday’s black dress wrinkled but serviceable. Marcus pulled on jeans and a shirt, arms crossed, watching her like a storm about to break.The knock came too soon. Jen opened the door.David looked wrecked, hair disheveled, eyes red-rimmed. Behi

Lara’s back hit the bedroom wall with a soft thud the moment the apartment door clicked shut behind her, Kian was already there, waiting in the dark hallway like he’d never left, no preamble, no words at first.His mouth slammed over hers before she could even gasp his name, hard, claiming, teeth clashing, tongues sliding wet and urgent. He tasted like smoke from his cigar earlier and the storm outside.Lara’s hands fisted in his wet coat, yanking him closer even as her mind screamed to push him away. She hated how fast her body answered him, hated how her thighs already trembled, Kian didn’t ask permission.One hand shoved her dress up to her waist in a single rough motion, the other ripped her lace panties to the side, no tearing, just brutal impatience. Two thick fingers plunged straight into her without warning.Lara cried out into his mouth sharp, surprised, embarrassingly wet already.He groaned against her lips when he felt how soaked she was. “Fuck. You’ve been dripping since

Tade's grip on Lara's ankles was iron unyielding, bruising as he dragged her down the bed toward him. Her body slid across the rumpled sheets, still slick from Kian's cum, her dress nothing but a twisted band around her ribs now. She gasped, the cool air hitting her overheated skin like a shock, but Tade didn't give her time to breathe.He flipped her onto her stomach in one rough motion, face down into the pillows that smelled like Kian's cologne and her own sweat. Her ass lifted instinctively, knees digging into the mattress, presenting herself without thinking. Shame burned through her veins, hot and thick, but so did the ache between her legs empty now, needy, begging to be filled again."You think you can just spread for him like a whore and forget me?" Tade's voice was low, guttural, laced with the kind of jealousy that twisted into something feral. He slapped her ass hard. The crack echoed through the room, pain blooming sharp and sweet across her skin. Lara yelped, arching hig

Victoria's heels clicked against the marble floor of the suite as she stepped inside, the door sealing shut behind her with a soft, final thud. Her red gown shimmered under the chandelier light, hugging her curves like a second skin full breasts straining the fabric, hips swaying with deliberate intent. She was older than Lara by a decade, maybe more, sharp cheekbones, full lips painted scarlet, eyes dark with knowledge and hunger.Lara froze between Kian and Tade, her gown a puddle at her feet, naked except for the heels and the slick sheen of arousal coating her thighs. Kian's cock still pressed against her entrance, hard and insistent; Tade's fingers paused mid-stretch in her ass. "Don't stop on my account. I've been watching longer than you think."Tade pulled his hand free first, stepping back with a low curse. "What the fuck, V? This is your doing?" "The video? Yes. I hacked your building's feed weeks ago, Lara, saw the gifts Kian left, watched you touch yourself with that bli