LOGINElena sank onto the edge of the bed, every muscle in her body trembling beneath the weight of exhaustion, guilt, and emotions she could no longer untangle. The room still carried his scent, lingering in the air long after he'd gone, making it impossible to convince herself that none of it had happened. She gripped the sheets tightly, hoping the familiar softness would steady her shaking hands, but nothing could silence the memories crowding her mind. Her panties, now back in her possession, felt less like a piece of clothing and more like evidence of a secret she wished she could erase. She stared at them for a long moment before looking away, unable to bear what they represented.Slowly, she squeezed her eyes shut, desperate for a moment of peace. Instead, Roth's voice echoed through her mind with cruel clarity. The memory of his closeness, the firm grip of his hands, and the overwhelming intensity of his presence clung to her like a second skin.The worst part wasn't that it had ha
Elena’s muffled whimper against Roth’s palm didn’t deter him. If anything, it spurred him further, his cock hard as steel seem to grow bigger inside her cunt, stretching her until she couldn’t breath, each thrust harder and deeper, hitting her womb. Her hips lifted against him automatically, trying to match his pace, but he pinned her firmly, letting her know she was entirely under his control. Her phone vibrated; Adrian. “Elena?” He called outside the door, His voice was soft, filled with worry. Roth’s eyes flicked to the door. He snarled low in his throat and slammed a hand over her mouth again, pushing the lace panties inside her mouth, silencing the frantic sound that threatened to escape. The moment only made him more animalistic. He thrived on the danger, on the sharp spike of adrenaline that coursed through him every time Adrian neared discovery. “Shh,” Roth hissed, grinding into her with brutal precision, “don’t you dare make a sound.”Her muffled cries vibrated through t
By the time Elena reached her bedroom, she felt as though the last of her strength had finally given out. She closed the door behind her and stood there for a moment, struggling to catch her breath. With trembling fingers, she removed the silver mask from her face and let it fall onto the dresser without caring where it landed.She couldn't stop thinking about what she'd seen.The image of Roth with Celeste refused to leave her mind. Every glance, every touch between them replayed endlessly, tormenting her until it felt impossible to think about anything else. She wanted to erase it, to convince herself none of it mattered, but it had already carved itself into her memory. Somehow, without even touching her tonight, Roth had managed to tear down every wall she had spent days trying to rebuild, and she no longer knew how to put the pieces back together.Feeling suddenly exhausted, Elena walked to the bed and climbed beneath the covers. She buried her face in the pillows, hoping the da
The masquerade was still alive with music and laughter, but Roth had no patience for velvet masks and shallow conversation. He’d already had his feast tonight—Elena’s body trembling on his fingers, her panties pocketed like a prize, and now his hunger was sharpened to something cruel.He needed release. Something raw, something messy. And Celeste was waiting. She had slipped into his study willingly, her gown already half-undone, her mask tossed carelessly onto his desk. She leaned back against the polished wood, her lips swollen from his kisses, her breasts spilling free of satin. Her eyes glittered up at him, daring, desperate.“Roth,” she whispered, spreading her thighs, baring herself to him. “Take me. Please.”He didn’t bother answering. He tore at his clothes, undoing his trousers, freeing the thick length of his cock already straining and aching. His blood burned, his control frayed. And in his fist—Elena’s panties.He lifted the center part of the delicate lace to his face, in
It was Adrian's birthday, and the ballroom had been transformed into something out of a dream. Crystal chandeliers hung from the high ceiling, spilling warm golden light over velvet drapes, masked guests, and glittering gowns. Soft music drifted through the room while waiters moved effortlessly between clusters of wealthy guests, balancing trays of champagne. The air carried the scent of expensive perfume, fine cigars, and polished wood, blending into the atmosphere of old money and power.Elena stood near the edge of the ballroom with a champagne flute resting lightly between her fingers. A delicate silver mask framed her eyes, hiding just enough of her face to make her feel protected, though she knew it was only an illusion. Her midnight-blue gown hugged her figure gracefully, the silk catching the light every time she shifted. She greeted guests with practiced smiles, exchanged polite conversation when approached, and laughed softly whenever etiquette demanded it.To everyone aro
The Dimitri penthouse was quiet. A soft amber glow spilled from the bedside lamp, painting Elena’s skin in molten tones as she stretched beneath the sheets.Adrian hovered above her, his lips warm against hers, kissing her slow and deep. His body pressed into hers, the weight of his devotion heavy and grounding. His hands roamed tenderly, tracing her cheek, cupping her waist, and stroking her thigh.“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, mouth brushing hers. “Mine.”Elena’s breath caught. She should have felt whole, safe in that word. Instead, the syllables curled like smoke inside her chest, leaving her restless and unfulfilled.Adrian’s hand slipped beneath her nightgown, fingers brushing the damp heat between her thighs. He groaned, kissing harder. “Already wet for me, baby.”Elena’s throat tightened. She wanted to respond, wanted to fall into his arms, and let the comfort of his love drown the ache that burned inside her. But she couldn’t. Not when the ache belonged to someone else.An







