LOGINRoth had told himself after that early morning in the kitchen, it was over. He would shut it down, bury the hunger, and lock Elena back into the unreachable place she should’ve stayed in from the beginning—Adrian’s. But lies were easy in the dark and harder in daylight. Every morning since then, he caught himself listening for her footsteps in the hallway. Every time Adrian brought her over, Roth’s body betrayed him. His blood quickened. His jaw clenched. And his cock hardened at the sound of her laugh. It was madness. He was forty-seven years old. He had lived enough to know better. To control himself. And yet Elena burned through him like poison. The memories didn’t fade; they multiplied. He could still taste her when he drank his coffee. Still smell her perfume in the fabric of the couch. Still hear her broken moans in the silence of his office. It was dangerous. Too dangerous. But Roth had always lived on the edge of danger, and now he was slipping. He thought of her on his
Roth Dimitri had lived his entire life in control. He prided himself on the discipline to bend the world to his will. But now, every time he thought of Elena, that control cracked.It started with the first night he met her at the club, that was the very first day he landed in the country. The X-club was one of the favorite clubs he owned. He had sit in the VVIP section at first, watching everyone dance and make out until he decided to move into the crowd. He couldn’t get that night out of his head, no matter how many drinks he poured, no matter how many hours he spent convincing himself, it was only a mistake. The memory played on a loop. The way her skin tasted of salt and heat, the way her thighs trembled when he spread them wide. She’d been drunk, reckless, and wild. So had he. They’d kissed like strangers starving, touched like they’d been waiting years.Her dress bunched up to her waist, her panties torn aside, her moans spilling into his mouth. He had made her beg. He had mad
The bedsheets tangled at her waist, sticky against her skin. Elena lay still, afraid to breathe, because every breath reminded her of last night—the counter, Roth’s mouth, and his filthy whispers. Her body throbbed with the ghost of his tongue, the slick drag of his cock and the way he’d left her wrung out and begging.Beside her, Adrian stirred, mumbling as he shifted closer. His arm slid heavy across her stomach, pulling her against the solid heat of his chest. His scent is familiar and safe, a home that should have soothed her. It didn’t. It made bile crawl up her throat. “Morning, baby,” he murmured, voice rough with sleep. His lips brushed the back of her neck, soft and lazy. “You feel tense. Didn’t sleep well?” Elena forced a sound that was almost a laugh. “Mm. Just tired.” Adrian’s hand drifted lower, beneath the sheet, palm gliding over her stomach, brushing the edge of her hip. She held her breath. “Maybe I can help with that,” he whispered, teeth grazing her earlobe. He s
Elena’s back was flat against the kitchen counter, the cold marble biting into her skin while her dress bunched high around her waist. She was open, helpless, thighs spread wide, and panties shoved aside. Roth stood between her legs, his cock sliding along her slick folds, dragging slowly over her swollen clit. The pressure made her jolt, a gasp breaking free as her body arched up for more. He pressed his length against her but didn’t push in, the heavy heat of him teasing and tormenting her. “Look at you,” he murmured, leaning over her, his voice thick with hunger. His cock rubbed hard over her clit, each drag stealing her breath. “Laid out on his counter, dripping for me while he’s upstairs drunk like the fool he is. You should feel ashamed.” Her chest heaved, a shudder running through her. She did feel ashamed, guilt gnawing at her chest like a knife, but her hips still rocked against him, chasing the friction, desperate for more. “I shouldn’t,” she whispered, trying to sound
Her breath caught, but she sank down, the cold tiles hard under her skin. Roth towered above her, his eyes dark, his grin wicked. He brushed his fingers over her swollen lips again, smearing her slick across her mouth. “You want more?” he asked. “Yes,” she whispered. “Say it.” “I want more.” He unzipped his jeans, pulling himself free, thick and heavy in his hand. He stroked his cock once, slow and teasing, while watching her eyes go wide. “Open.”Elena parted her lips. He pushed forward, sliding into her mouth, groaning as her tongue wrapped around him. “That’s it,” he muttered, gripping her hair. “Take me, Elena. Choke on me like the filthy little whore you are.” Her throat worked as he pushed deeper, holding her there until her eyes watered. He pulled back just enough to let her breathe, then shoved forward again, harder this time. Tears streaked her cheeks, drool slipping down her chin, but the moan vibrating from her throat made him growl. “Fuck, Elena,” he rasped. “You
Elena hands fisted in his shirt, torn between pushing him away and dragging him closer. “Please.” “Please what?” He shoved the lace aside and pushed two fingers inside her without warning. She cried out, her knees buckling, clinging to him for balance. “Please, Roth—” He kissed her hard, swallowing her moans as his fingers thrust deep, curling until she gasped his name. His thumb pressed against her clit, cruel and precise, rubbing circles that had her body shaking. “That’s it,” he muttered, biting her throat. “So tight around my fingers. You’d take my cock so good.” Her head fell back, eyes fluttering shut. “Please.” “Say it.” His rhythm grew faster, merciless, his breath ragged in her ear. “Say you want me to fuck you.” Her voice broke, desperate. “I want you. God! I want you inside me” He pulled his fingers out and stepped back. She whimpered, trembling, her body aching from the sudden loss. Roth lifted his hand, his fingers glistening, and shoved them between her lips. “T







