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Andrew's POV I had tried so many times to resist her. On business trips, I kept my distance, reminding myself she was my secretary and not the kind of woman I usually entertained. But right now, none of that mattered. She was all I wanted. Her allure was intoxicating and her body was too tempting. I craved her and I wanted to bury myself deep inside her sweet hole until she would tremble and beg me for mercy. Without hesitation, I slid a pillow beneath her back, tilting her hips perfectly for me. My hands gripped her waist, pulling her closer until there was no space left between us. A soft gasp escaped her lips as our bodies aligned.

“All the way in. Spread and hungry.” “Do it, then.” I looked at him with needy eyes. “Make me take it.” His tongue was the perfect accomplice to the work of his hand. I was a squelching, bucking mess as he got me ready, lying flat against the kitchen island as he used me. He bit the insides of my thighs, sucking to leave his marks. I knew I’d be dirty for him under my birthday dress tomorrow, with his filthy words and his love bites all over my skin. Our secret, dirty sins. “Fuck me…” I moaned. “Do it, Julian. Fuck me. Stretch me with that whisk like I’m a dirty little slut.”

Oh yeah. Good girl,” he murmured. I sucked him until my jaw hurt and finally he came. I swallowed every drop, eagerly licking the head of his cock in case I missed any. I so badly wanted to please him. He chuckled. “Greed is one of the seven deadly sins.” “So is lust,” I offered with a playful smile. “Indeed,” he said, putting his cock back in his pants. “Get back into position.” I immediately obeyed with my hands behind my back, on my knees, legs spread. He nodded approvingly. “So what did you fantasize about me when you touched yourself last night?” I looked up into his eyes. I was too afraid to tell him to his face. But something in his eyes made me want to tell him, to please him. “You i

He seemed out of place among Samuel's friends due to how cold he was. Samuel had played this game of seduction before. He would pay others to seduce me. I found out the first time, naturally. I kept making scenes, and Samuel simply told me to stop with the drama. "I was only testing you. Did you have to react like that? If you have nothing to hide, why are you so angry?" In the end, Samuel threw an even bigger tantrum than I did. I had no choice but to stop and calm him down instead until his anger passed.

"Aren't you ashamed of yourself? You just said yes to another man this morning and now you're all over my fiancé trying to seduce him? You have no shame!" Before Sofia could react, Amanda threw the wine in her face. Then slapped her. "Stay away from my man, you b****!" Time froze. The entire room went silent. Sofia stood there, wine dripping down her face, shock and humiliation crashing over her. Then Alessandro appeared. He walked toward them slowly. Calm. Dangerous. He stopped in front of her and lifted her chin. "Little wife," he said quietly, "you will do exactly as I said."

“And I think we both know why.” Her hand brushed my arm, sending sparks through my skin. I shivered. “This is wrong. It’s a sin.” Lucia chuckled, low and throaty, backing me against the wall. “Sin tastes so good, though, doesn’t it?” She leaned in, her lips brushing my ear. “Tell me you haven’t been thinking about my fingers in your tight little pussy all day. Tell me you’re not dripping for me right now.” I whimpered, shaking my head even as my body betrayed me, thighs pressing together to ease the ache.

I can see her nipples pressing against the fabric, hard little peaks begging for attention, and I smell her arousal when she walks past me, that sweet, musky scent that makes my cock twitch in my pants. I let her read every page. Safe word, limits, punishments, rewards. The contract involves bondage, impact play, sensory deprivation, and oral worship on demand. I watch her pupils dilate as she scans the words, her breathing growing shallow, and I notice how she shifts in the chair, her thighs rubbing together subtly as she grows wetter with every clause she absorbs. When she signs, her hand trembles but stays steady enough, and something possessive and primal roars to life inside me, a fierc

he continued, voice dropping lower, “we’re going to talk about what actually makes people tick. What makes them ache. What makes them moan.” Sienna’s throat went dry. “In a literary sense, sir?” He gave a short, dark laugh. “Everything is literature if you know how to read it. Even the filthy parts. Especially those.” He stood and walked around the desk. The air in the room seemed to shrink. When he stopped in front of her she could smell him — clean skin, something warmer underneath. “You’re failing,” he said quietly, “because you’re scared to look at the parts that make your body react. The parts that make your pussy get wet when you shouldn’t be thinking about it.”

I begged, my voice all breathy and broken. My back arched off the table, pushing my tits into his rough palm as he pinched and tugged, mixing pain with that filthy pleasure that had my pussy gushing around his fingers. “You’ve been fantasizing about this for weeks, haven’t you, Sophia? Sitting in my lectures with your cunt dripping down your thighs like a needy little cumslut.” His fingers sped up, fucking into me with wet, obscene noises, curling perfectly against my G-spot until my thighs shook and my toes curled tight.

The club was called Velvet Sin— an underground gem hidden in the heart of the city’s most exclusive district. From the outside, it looked like any high-end lounge. Inside, it was a temple of temptation. Dim crimson lighting bathed the stage. Slow, sensual music pulsed through the air. The scent of expensive perfume, whiskey, and raw desire hung heavy. Men in tailored suits and women in designer dresses filled the velvet booths, but all eyes were on the stage. And on **her**.