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She leaned forward a bit, tits pushing against her tank top, trying to pull his attention. Haiden pushed off the wall, walking over slow, but instead of sitting near her, he dropped down right next to me, his thigh pressing hard against mine. The contact made my pussy clench, more cum slipping out, soaking me further, and I bit the inside of my cheek to keep quiet. "Not sure about this weekend," he said, stretching his arm along the back of the couch behind me, fingers brushing my shoulder light, sending heat straight down my body. "Got a lot going on."

Charlotte lay sprawled on her twin bed in the dim glow of her bedside lamp, the room thick with the humid scent of summer night air seeping through the cracked window. At nineteen, she'd always been the good girl—straight A's, church on Sundays, never even kissed a boy properly—but tonight, curiosity gnawed at her like an itch she couldn't ignore. It started with a forbidden scroll through her phone earlier, stumbling on a video of a woman touching herself, fingers circling her clit with shameless abandon. The sight had sent a confusing rush between Charlotte's thighs, her cotton panties growing damp for the first time without reason. *Is that what it feels like?* she wondered now, heart pou

His fingers slid into me, two at once, rough, merciless. “Ahhh—fuck—” My back arched against the mirrored wall, the elevator humming around us. “Stop—ahhh—I can’t—” “Yes, you can.” His thumb rubbed my clit, cruel, fast. “Cum for me before the doors open.” “No—ahhh—no, someone will see—” “Good.” He bit my neck, sucking hard, leaving another mark. “Let them see what happens when you belong to me.” The elevator chimed, numbers ticking up. My body shook. “Ethan—I—ahhh—I’m—”

What does a twenty-nine-year-old virgin who writes blood-soaked erotica hide on her phone? I lift her limp hand one more time and tap her thumb against the glass. The folder unlocks. The screen populates with dozens of thumbnails. And my breath stops dead in my throat. There are no sunlit coffee shops here. No cardigans. No Ben. I tap the first image, and the high-resolution photo fills the glowing screen. It’s a mirror photo, shot in the dim, amber-lit shadows of a bedroom late at night, cropped carefully just below her chin so her face isn't visible.

The digital chime of the tablet at dawn didn’t startle me this time; I had been awake for an hour, staring at the ceiling and tracing the patterns of shadows as they retreated from the morning light. My body felt heavy, sensitized to the point of pain by the events of the previous day. I reached for the device, my heart already doing that frantic, uneven thud against my ribs. Clause Four: The Companion will reciprocate and initiate acts of intimacy upon the Employer’s request.

WRONG NEIGHBOR TRIGGER WARNING: THIS BOOK IS STRICTLY EROTICA. IT CONTAINS HIGHLY GRAPHIC SEXUAL CONTENT AND IS INTENDED FOR ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY (18+). DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 OR SENSITIVE TO MATURE, EXPLICIT THEMES. "MIA'S POV" I was having a full-blown existential crisis at 11:47 PM.

The orgasm rolled through me like a wave I couldn’t stop. I replayed the exact frequency. Same result. Stronger. My legs shook. I knew I had found something dangerous and perfect. The girl next door, Lena, came home late that same night. I had seen her a few times—curvy body, dark hair that fell past her shoulders, full lips that always looked like she was thinking dirty thoughts. She lived alone. Around 1 a.m. I heard her soft moans through the wall. She was touching herself again. The sound made my cock twitch.

I carried them into the study. If the bedroom had impressed me, the study left me speechless. It was filled with books. The walls were lined with shelves, and a large desk stood in the centre of the room. Its surface was covered with papers, ink bottles, and several books opened to different pages. A globe sat near one corner, its surface marked with borders that didn’t match any map I had ever seen. Beside it lay a collection of old coins and a tarnished silver object shaped like a small bird. I couldn’t tell whether it was meant to be a decoration or something with a practical purpose.

HELEN’S POV “God… I’m so close,” she gasped, her voice trembling as her hips rolled against me in desperate rhythm. Her nails dug into my shoulders while her body quivered with every thrust. “Careful, Helen,” I whispered against her ear, gripping her waist tighter. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me.” The chair creaked beneath us as I guided her hip against my cock, her soft cries echoing through the empty church. Her head fell back, exposing the delicate line of her throat while heat rushed across her flushed skin.

“You might want to check it now. It's sort of a ticking bomb.” Haha. Dumb joke. I shut the door, and I hear his footsteps recede. I am about to toss the envelope into the trash can when I decide to give it a moment of my attention. The title is the first thing that catches my eye. “BILLIONAIRE CAUGHT IN BED WITH HIS SISTER-IN-LAW/ SECRETARY.” Accompanied with the letter, I find a bunch of pictures in the envelope. No. No. No! This cannot be true! Christ! I slam my hand on my forehead. Fuck!! I am just as good as dead.