LOGINChapter 1 I stood in front of my bathroom mirror, adjusting my tie for what felt like the hundredth time. My only decent suit felt a little tight across the shoulders, but it would have to do. I had rehearsed every possible answer, practiced my smile, and visualized the perfect handshake. This was it, my final shot at Apex Dynamics. If I didn’t get this job, I wasn’t sure how much longer I could keep pretending everything was fine.By the time I burst through the glass doors of the executive conference room, I was twelve minutes late. My heart slammed against my ribs as I stepped inside.She was already there.Victoria Kane sat at the head of the long mahogany table like she owned the entire building… which, in a way, she did. She was tall and impeccably dressed in a tailored black skirt suit, she looked every bit the powerful executive. Her dark hair was pulled back into a sleek chignon, highlighting sharp cheekbones and full, deep red lips. But it was her eyes that hit me harde
Chapter 8He abandons my breasts suddenly and moves back down. He grabs a pillow and shoves it under my ass, raising my hips to a better angle. Then, he lines himself up.The anticipation is agony. I am so empty. I need him inside me.He pushes in.It’s a single, brutal thrust. He sheathes himself to the hilt in one stroke, burying his massive cock balls-deep in my cunt. I scream, my eyes rolling back, as he stretches me wide, filling me so completely it feels so damn good. He doesn't wait for me to adjust. He doesn't give me a second to breathe.He starts to fuck me so making the bed slam against the wall with the force of his thrusts. The sound of skin slapping against skin is loud, wet, and rhythmic in the small room coupled with the storm outside. He pounds into me, his hips snapping forward with inhuman speed and strength. Every thrust hits my cervix, sending a sharp jolt of pleasure-pain radiating through my pelvis."Take it," he snarls, his hands gripping my hips so hard I kn
Chapter 2I wake up feeling sore everywhere, pulling my habit back on, the rough wool scratching against my still-sensitive skin. My fingers smell faintly of my own arousal, a scent I can't wash away no matter how hard I scrub. The crucifix on my wall seems to watch me, its wooden eyes judging.At mass, I keep my head bowed, focusing on the Latin words and the familiar rhythm of the service. But then the heavy oak door creaks open and I know without looking who it is. Daniel. I could never forget his footsteps, They are confident and unhurried as he chooses a pew three rows back, just to the left. Close enough that I can feel his gaze like fingers tracing the back of my neck, sliding down my spine.Every Sunday he's there now. Sometimes he sits closer, sometimes farther, but always where I can feel him. During the Gospel, I risk a glance over my shoulder and his eyes meet mine, dark and intense, and my breath catches. He smiles slightly, knowing exactly what he's doing to me. My ni
Chapter 1 I stayed on my knees at the front pew of St Agnes, my rosary beads cool between my fingers. Rain hammered the stained-glass windows like it was trying to break in and finally I whispered the final decade, my lips moving on autopilot after seven years of this life, but the words felt distant tonight, like they were floating somewhere above me instead of sinking into my heart.I rose slowly, smoothing my white habit down over my hips. The fabric always felt heavier at night, clinging to the curve of my breasts and the dip of my waist. The silver cross at my throat caught the candlelight as I turned toward the side door. Most of the congregation had already gone, leaving only the faint smell of incense and wet stone. I was almost through the narrow passageway when the main doors creaked open behind me.I knew it was him before I even looked. The air changed in an instant. Daniel stepped inside, shaking rain from his dark hair, droplets sliding down the sharp line of his ja
Chapter 7My body is a ragdoll in his grip, boneless and utterly wrecked, but the heat radiating from his pelvis tells me he’s nowhere near finished. He’s still hard as steel inside me, thick, hard and throbbing.Before I can suck in a full breath, he pulls out of me. The sudden emptiness is a physical shock, a wet, sloppy void that leaves me clenching around nothing. I whimper at the loss, my head lolling back against the plaster, but he doesn’t let me slide down. Those glowing blue hands clamp onto my waist, lifting me as if I weigh nothing more than a feather. My legs dangle uselessly for a second before I instinctively wrap them around him again, seeking friction, seeking to be filled.He turns away from the wall and strides toward the hallway. The movement jostles me, his still-rigid cock brushing against my sensitive, swollen inner thighs with every step. I bury my face in the crook of his neck, inhaling the sharp, electric scent of him. It’s intoxicating, a drug that makes
Chapter 6He lifts his head from my neck and crashes his mouth down on mine. It’s not a kiss; it’s an assault. His lips crush mine, his tongue forcing its way past my teeth to duel with mine. I can taste the metallic tang of him, the raw hunger.He swallows my moans, dominating my mouth as thoroughly as he’s dominating my body. Our teeth clash, the kiss sloppy and wet and absolutely savage.I kiss him back with equal desperation, sucking on his tongue, biting his lower lip. The taste of him, the smell of rain and electricity, the feeling of being pinned and fucked within an inch of my life, it’s overwhelming. My body is no longer my own; it’s a vessel for his pleasure, a toy for him to use.He breaks the kiss, panting, his blue eyes blazing into mine. They are glowing brighter now, the light pulsing in time with his thrusts. "You're so fucking tight," he growls, his voice is rough when he says it, "Tighter than i imagined. So much better."He speeds up, the rhythm turning faster an
The King’s Pov Selene Vaelor stands in the center of the chamber, her wrists bound in silver chains that should make her tremble, but don’t. She’s smaller than I expected, but there’s nothing fragile about the way she holds herself. Her spine is straight, her chin lifted just enough to meet my ga
Chapter 3The music pulses through me. It’s a slow rhythm that gets me through my routine every time.My body moves seductively, every roll of my hips deliberate, every arch of my back calculated to tease. Jenny and Rufus, the married couple who sit close together on the velvet couch, their bodies
Chapter 4His fingers withdraw, and I whine at the loss, but then he’s spinning me around, his hand fisting in my hair, yanking my head back. His mouth crashes onto mine, brutal and demanding. His tongue forces its way past my lips, tasting me, claiming me. I try to fight it, but he just laughs a
Chapter 3I should fight. But my body is on fire, my mind fogged with need. When his fingers pull free, I whimper at the loss, my hips lifting instinctively.The blunt head of his cock presses against my ass, the stretch immediate and burning. I was tense, my breath coming in short, panicked bursts







