MasukHis Wicked ArrangementChapter 2Sophia woke to the heavy weight of an arm across her waist and the slow, deliberate brush of lips against the back of her neck.For a disorienting second she forgot where she was. Then memory returned in a hot, humiliating rush—the contract, the dinner table, the wall, the way Lucian had carried her to this bed and taken her twice more before finally letting her collapse. Her body ached in deep, intimate places. Between her thighs she was still tender, still faintly swollen. The sheets smelled of sex and his skin.“You’re awake,” Lucian murmured against her nape. His voice was rough with sleep, lower than usual. One large hand slid upward and cupped her bare breast, thumb stroking lazily over the nipple until it peaked. “Good. I was about to start without you.”Sophia’s breath caught. “What time is it?”“Early.” His hand left her breast, traveled down the soft plane of her stomach, and slipped between her legs from behind. Two fingers parted her folds
His Wicked ArrangementChapter 1The contract was already signed when Sophia Langford realized she had made a terrible mistake.Not the kind of mistake that could be fixed with an apology or a carefully worded email. The kind that left permanent marks. The kind that smelled like expensive cologne and quiet, absolute power.She stood in the private study of the Langford estate, the same room where her father had once hosted board meetings and birthday toasts, and watched the man across the desk slide the final page toward her. The heavy silver pen gleamed under the lamp. Outside, rain lashed the tall windows. Inside, the air felt too warm, too still.Lucian Voss did not look like a man who needed to force anyone into anything. He looked like a man who simply waited until people realized they had no other choice. Tall, broad-shouldered, dark hair cut close, a face that could have been carved from something cold and expensive. His eyes were a deep, unreadable brown that somehow managed t
His Forbidden ClaimChapter 2Elena woke to the soft gray light of morning filtering through floor-to-ceiling glass and the quiet knowledge that nothing in her life was the same.The guest suite was larger than the entire apartment she had shared with her brother. The bed was a wide expanse of white linens that still smelled faintly of expensive laundry soap and something cleaner, colder. She sat up slowly. Her body ached in places that had nothing to do with the mattress. Between her thighs she was still tender, still faintly swollen from the thorough way Darius had used his mouth and fingers the night before. Every shift of the sheets against her bare skin sent a low, unwanted pulse of memory through her.A black silk robe had been left draped over the armchair near the bed. She pulled it on. The fabric whispered against her nipples, already tight from the cool air. On the low table beside the window sat a tray: black coffee, fresh berries, warm croissants, and a single folded note
His Forbidden ClaimChapter 1The rain had been falling in sheets for hours, turning the city streets into black mirrors that reflected the neon signs in broken, shivering pieces. Elena Voss pulled her thin coat tighter around her body as she climbed the last of the marble steps to the private entrance of the Blackwood Tower. The doorman didn’t even glance at her twice; the black envelope in her hand and the name on the temporary access card were enough.She was expected.Inside the private elevator, the air was cool and scented faintly with cedar and something darker, like expensive leather left in the sun. Elena’s reflection stared back at her from the polished walls—dark hair damp and curling against her neck, cheeks flushed from the cold, lips slightly parted. She looked like a woman who had already lost something important and was about to lose more.The elevator doors opened directly into the penthouse.The space was enormous, all floor-to-ceiling glass and low, modern furniture
Title: Bound to My Professor’s DeskChapter 2I walked into Professor Hale’s office the next afternoon without any panties, just like he ordered. The short black skirt I wore barely reached mid-thigh, and every step made the cool air kiss my bare, already slick pussy. My heart hammered as I closed the door behind me and locked it.He was waiting, leaning against the front of his desk in a fitted black shirt, arms crossed over his broad chest. Those hazel eyes raked over me slowly, lingering on the way my tight blouse stretched across my tits and the way my bare thighs pressed together.“Good girl,” he said, voice low and approving. “Show me.”I bit my lip and lifted the hem of my skirt, revealing my completely bare, glistening folds. Professor Hale’s cock visibly hardened in his trousers at the sight. He crooked a finger, and I walked straight to him.The second I was close enough he spun me around and bent me over the desk, face pressed to the cool wood. My skirt was flipped up over
Title: Bound to My Professor’s DeskThe late afternoon light filtered through the half-closed blinds of Professor Hale’s office, casting long shadows across the cluttered wooden desk. I had stayed after class on purpose, inventing questions about the assigned readings that I already understood perfectly. Anything to linger in his presence a little longer.Professor Alexander Hale was forty-six, tall and broad-shouldered, with salt-and-pepper hair and a sharp jawline that made every female student in the lecture hall shift in their seats. His voice alone could make my thighs press together. Today he wore a dark gray button-down with the sleeves rolled up, revealing strong forearms dusted with dark hair. The way he leaned back in his chair, watching me with those intense hazel eyes, made my pulse race.“You didn’t really need help with the essay, did you, Nora?” His voice was low, amused, and far too knowing.I swallowed, standing on the other side of his desk in my short plaid skirt an
Way 1: Her Stepson's Temptation Chapter 3: Risk and Ruin The headlights cut through the living room like a warning from hell itself, freezing us in place. My heart hammered so hard I could feel it in my throat, in my swollen clit, everywhere. Marcus was still kneeling between my spread thighs, h
Way 1: Her Stepson's Temptation Chapter 2: Crossing the Line His fingers slid deeper without waiting for permission I could no longer give. Two thick digits pushed into my soaked pussy, stretching me open with a wet, obscene sound that filled the quiet living room. I gasped sharply, my back archi
Way 1: Her Stepson's Temptation I never meant for any of this to happen. Or maybe I did. Maybe I had been lying to myself for months, pretending that the way my body reacted around him was nothing more than a lonely woman's imagination running wild. My name is Elena, thirty-eight years old, marrie
Chapter 4: Filled With Sin Richard’s footsteps grew louder on the porch. The jingle of his keys sounded like a death sentence. And yet Marcus kept me pinned on his cock, thick and throbbing deep inside my married pussy, refusing to let me climb off. My heart pounded so violently I felt dizzy. Pan







