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Alex’s heart slammed against his ribs as he sank down right there in the shadowed alcove, the taste of humiliation and forbidden want already flooding his mouth. Victor unzipped again, thick and still half-hard, glistening from the last man he’d ruined. “Open.” Alex did. And just like that, with the city glittering forty floors below them, Alex Rivera sealed his fate with the first hot slide of Victor Kane’s cock down his throat. The night had only just begun.

The Italian rolled off his tongue so easily and the goosebumps spread across my arms and up the back of my neck so fast it startled me. The cold office suddenly felt several degrees too warm. "What does that mean?" I whispered before I could stop myself. "Why don't you come to my office right now and take my cock into that sweet little mouth of yours. Maybe then I'll tell you what it means." His voice rasped hotly. My breath hitched. Hot heat rushed between my legs immediately and crossing them tighter right now was not helping in the slightest. "Why don't you go pay a sex worker to come suck your cock day and night,

I slammed my pen down on the desk a little too hard and it went flying, skittering across the tiled floor like it was trying to escape. “Arrg, gosh I’m so jittery,” I muttered under my breath, bending to grab it. My hands were shaking. I hate this about myself—the way my body just betrays me when I know something’s coming. I’ve got this thing where surprises make my nerves light up like a damn Christmas tree. Connor knows that. He knows it so well, and yet today, March 28th my birthday he’d accidentally let a tiny detail slip in our morning call. Something about being on the road. By the time I get home he should be in Michigan or close. My stomach flipped just thinking about it.

By sunset, that ache had turned into a throbbing, dripping need. No boyfriend. No rules. Just seven days to be a greedy, horny slut. I grabbed the resort tablet and opened the Concierge app. Private Companions. I selected exactly what I wanted: Male. Very tall. Extremely muscular. Hung like a fucking horse. Expert tongue and stamina. No limits. One night. I hit submit, already soaked. Thirty minutes later, a firm knock sounded at the door. I opened it and felt my pussy clench at the sight of him.

BEFORE YOU READ Nobody is coming to save you. Themes: Forced Proximity, Snowed In, Size Difference, Breeding Kink. This story features a possessive, reclusive hero who hasn't seen a woman in years. Expect primal play, rough sex, and intense possessiveness. (***) Gabrielle

Her breath caught, and still she moved forward. The Lair was darker than she expected. No signs. No music. Just soft murmurs, occasional gasps, and the unmistakable sound of skin meeting skin. It was an invitation-only club that most people pretended didn’t exist. The rumors said women were auctioned off for nights of sin. That submission was worshipped. That the rich and ruthless came here to indulge their darkest urges. Lana had been following the trail for months, writing fluff pieces about wine and society events just to get close to the whispers. And finally, someone had slipped her the address with a smirk and one sentence: “You’ll either leave on your knees or not at all.”

I protested, languidly splashing some water in her general direction. And she was a perv and she knew it. Meredith was the unabashed libertine within my circle of close work friends. The night before, as we noshed on sushi at a downtown restaurant, Meredith caught the eye of a swarthy Arab businessman. Or maybe he caught her eye. Knowing Meredith, it was usually a combination of both. Her current beau was apparently a Qatari something-or-other muckety muck, and Meredith had latched onto his good looks along with his swagger and hoped-for ability to shower her with totally impractical expensive gifts. "I'm so jealous of you," I whined, as Meredith finished luridly describing the loud and acro

He didn't just take my energy, he took the path back to the real world, and he left the door hanging wide open. I sit on the floor beneath him, leaning my head against the heavy gold frame. I feel the ache in my bones, a deep, beautiful exhaustion that tells me I have lived a hundred years in a single night. I close my eyes and wait for the dark to return. I wait for the moment the oil starts to ripple and the turpentine scent fills the air again.

Holding that thought, I pushed my skirt a little higher, desperately trying to get my fingers in there. But then someone appeared at the counter. I quickly moved my hand away from my skirt, adjusting myself like I was feeling uncomfortable. My heart was racing and my white shirt now felt so damp, especially on the chest area. I lifted my head and wow. This man was nothing like the previous men who'd walked into the hotel. He was tall, muscular and so hot. His eyes were stormy and green, the kind of eyes that did things to you before he actually touched you. He stared at me and that felt like I was trapped under his gaze. I couldn't even breathe properly, his aura was that dominating.