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“No more apologies. Just truth. Start from the beginning. Every detail.” I nodded, still breathless from the kiss, my lips tingling. We sank to the floor right there in the hallway, backs against the wall, knees touching as I began to unravel the web of secrets I’d been trapped in. The words poured out—about Mom’s early affairs, the way she’d manipulated Dad into bad investments to cover her tracks, the anonymous tips she’d sent to rivals to sabotage competitors. Dante listened intently, asking questions that probed deeper, his hand never leaving mine, fingers intertwined in a silent promise. Hours slipped by unnoticed, the party a distant roar. By the time I finished, my voice was hoarse, m

I lift one leg and tilt my hips to reach that place inside me that makes me see stars… Fuck, why does he have to be so sexy? I reach out to pick up my diary to read one of my fantasies and then I remember… I gave it to Oliver at the door…. “Oh my…” my fingers freeze against my pussy lips. I hope he doesn't read any of my dirty secrets… He will never forgive me if he sees them…

Her legs trembled as she continued touching herself, circling her clit through her panties. The man watched hungrily, his own hand matching her rhythm as he stroked himself through his boxers. Mia hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties. She slowly pushed them down her hips, revealing herself completely to the stranger across the way. Completely naked now, she stood proudly, letting him see all of her. Her hand returned between her legs, fingers sliding through her wet folds. She gasped as she touched her bare clit, already swollen and sensitive. The stranger's eyes were locked on her hand as she began pleasuring herself in earnest.

Lewd thoughts and unquenched desire prevented Cassie from getting back to sleep. She tossed and turned because her mind raced with what went down. With the blink of an eye, her relationship with Randy had morphed into something intense and unexpected. His touch left burn marks on her flesh and the memory of his lips. Shaking her head vehemently, she tried to focus on the most important piece of information that her late-night visit revealed. Randy had an affair with Melody, and the cops knew. The shit could hit the fan, at any given moment, if they came up with a shred of evidence that pointed to Dillon meeting with the Grim Reaper.

Together, we stepped onto the desolate streets, our footsteps swallowed by the decaying asphalt beneath us. Hell's Gaze, a name that sent shivers down the spines of average citizens, was an embodiment of destitution and despair. The houses stood like skeletal remains, their crumbling facades a reflection of the souls that inhabited them. Stray dogs scavenged for morsels among the debris that littered the streets, their eyes gleaming with a hunger that mirrored the desperation of the community.

ELENA I rubbed my hands over my face, ignoring the guilty twinges in my lower stomach. They popped up the second Chloe smacked Aiden on the head yesterday and explained everything. Extra media attention on Dirty J. was the worst thing that could happen. Even if the #AidenSexTape trend on Twitter told a different story—and wow, were these girls so obsessed they’d watch him have sex with some girl?

And for almost as many years I had carried the same secret fantasy: being bent over one of these tables, skirt pushed up, mouth used until I couldn’t speak, while the rare books watched in silence. I never told anyone. I barely admitted it to myself in daylight. But after midnight, when the building belonged only to me, the fantasy sat closer to the surface. I shifted in my chair, thighs pressing together under the modest black skirt I always wore for work. The movement made the silk of my underwear brush against skin that was already too warm. I ignored it and turned another page. The soft click of the outer door lock made my head lift. Footsteps. Measured. Familiar.

Chapter 1: Caught in the Act I straddled on Professor Blake’s lap in his office, my short plaid skirt shoved up around my waist, my soaked black panties hanging off one ankle like a dirty little trophy. His thick cock was buried deep inside my dripping pussy, stretching me open as I rocked my hips in slow, lazy circles, taking every inch of him with each roll. I’d never been one for hitting the books hard. Studying felt like torture, so I’d found a much more appealing way to keep my grades up, and it was simple, riding my professor raw for hours. And it happened to work every single time.

I hung up and set the phone down, my hands still trembling from everything crashing together at once. The money he was offering the filthy journal the way my pussy would not stop aching. Professor Voss leaned in closer again, his body heat reaching me as he picked up the journal and held it out to me. “We are not done Riley. Open it to page twenty three. The one where I describe edging a shy girl until she is dripping down her thighs and begging for cock. Read it aloud for me. Slowly. Let me hear every filthy word in your voice and watch how wet it makes you.”

Alex's POV Another useless idle day spent in a boring office full of paperwork and awful bosses who treat me like trash. I was far too annoyed, far too stressed, as I began searching BDSM clubs, submission, and someone else taking control of your life. Somehow it sounded wild yet tugged something within me. The Vault was the name that kept popping up. That was the secret spot where real Doms played rough.