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Chapter 1 | The Supposed Distraction

MayaAm I gay?The question kept echoing in my head like a broken record, louder than the pounding music vibrating through the strip club. I sat frozen on the red velvet couch in the VIP section with my half empty glass of vodka sweating in my hand. It burned down my throat every time I took a sip, but it did nothing to thaw the weird numbness settling in my chest.Right in front of me, one of my friends, Jax, the baseball captain I’d been crushing on for months, was balls-deep in one of the dancers. His cock slammed in and out of her pussy. Her blonde hair was a tangled mess in his fist as she bounced on his lap, moaning like she was getting paid extra for the performance. Which, honestly, she probably was. Jax’s head was thrown back and his eyes half-shut in bliss. His hips snapping up to meet her every time she sank down. The wet slap of skin on skin mixed with her high-pitched cries- “Fuck, fuck, baby, yes, give me more!”She cried out, head thrown back and her nails digging in

Chapter 2 | A Sinful Dream

MayaHis name came out small, trembling, almost a question. Like if I said it too loud he might vanish. But he didn’t. He was there. Still. This couldn’t be real.I blinked once. Twice. Three times. My lashes fluttered hard, like I could force the hallucination to shatter. But he didn’t disappear.Tristan was still there, standing at the edge in those low-slung grey sweatpants and that loose black shirt clinging to every carved line of his chest. Wet hair slicked back. Jaw tight. Eyes so dark and dangerous, they looked like midnight pools, pulling me under.My heart slammed against my ribs and a ticklish feeling ran down my spine. The room tilted again, alcohol still swam thick in my veins, but the ache between my legs was sharper than ever. Realer than anything.“Tristan…” I whispered his name. It came out like a prayer and my voice cracked.My heart thumped as he took one slow step closer. Then another.My teeth sank into my lower lip so hard I tasted the faint metallic tang of blo

Chapter 3 | Punishment

MayaMy eyelashes fluttered as his hot breath washed over my face. His exhale felt like a spark against my already feverish skin. Slowly, I lifted my gaze to meet his. Those endless black eyes that always looked right through me, even in my wildest fantasies.For one dizzying second, the alcohol haze snapped away like brittle glass. This felt… real.Too real. The solid warmth of his body pinning me to the couch, the heavy press of his hardness right against my soaked pussy through the thin, drenched lace of my thong- there was no way a dream could feel this vivid, this heavy and probably this aching. My heart stuttered. If this wasn’t a dream… God, if this was actually happening…I didn’t care. I wanted more. I needed more. Of him. I’d never let anyone touch me before. I had never been kissed, never been fucked, never even let a guy get close enough to try. Every time someone leaned in, something inside me recoiled and pushed them away because the only one I wanted was here, in my

Chapter 4 | Sensitive Mess

TRISTAN I gulped hard and my gaze fell on the girl laying beneath me.Her long black hair spilled across the leather couch in wild strands and she looked messy, beautiful, like a piece of art. Those stunning green eyes glistened with unshed tears and drunken haze.Her eyes were wide and innocent even as her body arched toward me in silent plea. She was twenty. Pure. Naive. A girl I’d watched grow from a sweet, quiet child into… this. This sin made flesh.I was thirty-six. Ruthless in boardrooms and colder in bedrooms, known as, the perfect Mr. Billionaire who never let anything slip his control. I’d seen her only a handful of times growing up, on holidays, birthdays, quick visits when work allowed. She’d always been a good kid. Polite. Shy. Smiling at me with those big eyes like I hung the moon. Then on her sixteenth birthday. I’d walked into that garden party and felt something crack inside my chest. She wasn’t a child anymore. She was breathtaking- soft curves just beginning to

Chapter 5 | First Sin

MAYA Everything felt molten.My skin burned where his gaze touched me, like invisible flames licking up my thighs, my stomach, my breasts- everywhere he looked without even laying a hand on me yet. I couldn’t tell anymore if I was still drunk, still dreaming, or if the universe had finally cracked open and let the one forbidden thing I’d begged for in silence actually happen.His black eyes devoured me. Not softly. Not sweetly. I could not believe that my dream could feel so real and so intense. His dark eyes- they stripped me bare in a way that made my pulse hammer between my legs. Seconds stretched into forever while he just… watched. My chest rose and fell too fast and my nipples ached under the ruined lace still bunched below my breasts. My thighs trembled and were spread shamelessly wide on the leather couch, the soaked fabric of my thong clinging obscenely to my swollen folds.It all felt too much and I couldn’t take it.“Please- ” The word tore out of me which was a half moa

Chapter 6 | Too Good To Be True

MAYA Sunlight slipped through the curtains in soft golden stripes across my bed. I stretched my arms lazily, reaching high above my head and my fingers brushed the headboard. My body felt… good. Loose and Fresh. Like I’d slept deeper than I had in years.A slow, contented sigh slipped past my lips as I blinked my eyes open and was instantly met with a familiar ceiling. My ceiling. Pale cream with that tiny water stain in the corner shaped like a crooked heart.My lips curved into a sleepy smile. What a refreshing good morning- It took me a moment to realize but then reality slammed into me like cold water. Fucking hell.Again. I dreamt of that devil.I pressed the heels of my palms into my eyes and groaned low in my throat. “Why does it always have to be you?” I muttered to the empty room. “Why does it always feel so… real?”The memory flickered behind my closed lids. I remembered his finger inside me, thick and slow, curling just right and filling me so good. The wet sounds. My own

Chapter 7 | Shattered

MAYA I couldn’t breathe.He was real. Standing there. Flesh and blood and ink and muscle and those merciless black eyes that had already seen everything. Last night wasn’t a dream. His finger inside me. My screams. The way I’d soaked his hand and the couch and begged like I was dying for it.He’d watched me strip in the hallway just now. Watched me drop my bra like some shameless idiot who thought she was alone. Heat exploded across my face, my chest, my thighs- shame so thick I could choke on it.I wanted to disappear. But worse- far worse, was the traitorous pulse between my legs that hadn’t stopped since I saw him. My nipples tightened painfully under the open air, aching for the same cruel fingers that had ruined me hours ago. My body didn’t care about shame. It only remembered him.He moved first. One step. Two. Closing the distance until he was inches away- close enough that I could smell rain and dark soap and the faint musk of man that made my knees threaten to buckle.I gasp

Chapter 8 | Asshole’s Permission

MAYA I was curled up on the floor beside my bed, knees pulled tight to my chest, face buried between them. My eyes were swollen and raw from crying. Tears kept leaking even when I thought I had none left. The rejection burned so deep it felt like someone had carved it into my ribs. Tristan’s words kept repeating in my head like a cruel loop. Nothing fucking happened last night.Forget every fucking thing.I sobbed harder, shoulders shaking. How was I supposed to forget the way his finger had stretched me? The way I’d squirted all over his hand while screaming his name? How was I supposed to face him after that?He was staying here. In this house. For days. I couldn’t even leave my room. How was I going to survive breathing the same air as him? “Mom….Dad… why did you have to leave me alone with him?” I whimpered, rocking slightly.I cursed him under my breath in every language I knew. A bit of English, Russian and broken French- calling him every filthy name I could think of. Heartle

Chapter 9 | Caught

MAYA I couldn’t sit still.I was curled up on the living room couch under a thin blanket, legs tucked beneath me, but my mind kept replaying every single word Tristan had said this morning.“You’re not going anywhere without my permission.”“I’m not keeping an eye on you for your parents… but for myself.”“Keep that needy cunt under control.”Every time those words echoed in my head, a fresh wave of heat rushed between my thighs. I was soaked. Again. Just from thinking about him. God, I was pathetic.Tristan had left for some meeting right after lunch. I’d been alone in this huge house since noon, and the silence was making everything worse. I kept remembering last night. His thick, long fingers stretching my virgin pussy, the way my walls had clenched around him so desperately, how he curled them just right and made me squirt all over his hand like a dirty girl in heat.I squirmed on the couch, pressing my thighs together tight. Nothing else could ever feel that good. No toy, no fa

Chapter 10 | Taste So Sweet

MAYA My eyes widened the second he stepped into the room.Tristan stood there in the doorway, still in his fitted black shirt and trousers, looking every inch the ruthless devil everyone called him. My face burned bright red. I knew I looked exactly like what I was- a flushed, guilty, horny mess with my hand still slightly wet from my own pussy.He tilted his head, dark eyes scanning me slowly. “Had fun, princess?” His deep voice was mocking, low, and dangerous.I winced. My heart dropped straight into my stomach. I slowly stood up from the couch on shaky legs, trying to pull my oversized sweater down, but it was useless. I bit my lower lip hard, embarrassment and nervousness twisting inside me.FUCK FUCK FUCK- I embarrassed myself yet again- He shrugged off his blazer and tossed it onto the couch without breaking eye contact. The black shirt underneath clung to his muscular chest and arms like a second skin. God, he looked so fucking delicious. My pussy throbbed painfully at the sig

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