เข้าสู่ระบบChapter 3The buzz of my phone on the coffee table made me jump. Three days had passed since the fire, three days of contractors' estimates and insurance coming in and out of my home, I knew all their names by heart now.I reached for the phone, my fingers still smudged with soot from where I'd been wiping down the bookshelves.Jake: Just finished a 48. Dead on my feet right now.My heart did that stupid little flutter it always did when his name appeared on my screen…I bit my lip, staring at the message. Two dots appeared, disappeared, then appeared again.Jake: Mind if I crash on your couch for a bit before heading home?My thumbs flew across the screen before I could second-guess myself.Emma: Come over. I'll make coffee.Jake: Don't want coffee. Just want to not be upright for five minutes.Emma: Then come over and just lay down.Twenty minutes later, his key scraped in the lock. I'd given him a spare after he'd helped me board up the damaged section of my kitchen wall. The door s
Chapter 2The next evening feels impossibly long. The acrid smell of smoke has softened, settling into the walls and my clothes like a permanent reminder. I've changed into a simple black skirt and blouse, something easy but not too obvious. My hands keep smoothing down the fabric,a nervous gesture I can't seem to stop.When the knock comes, my heart hammers against my ribs. I open the door to find Jake leaning against the frame, looking completely different without his gear. He's wearing dark jeans that hug his muscular thighs and a faded black T-shirt that stretches across his broad chest, his hair is still damp from a recent shower too. But underneath the clean scent I can smell citrus soap, I can still smell that sharp tang of smoke that clings to him like a second skin."Evening, Emma," he says, his voice deeper without the urgency of yesterday's emergency. "Ready for that safety check?"I step back, letting him inside. "Yeah, come in."His boots are heavy on my hardwood floor
Chapter 1The acrid smell of something burning hit me first, It was a sharp, metallic tang that went through the scent of fresh paint and new wood that had filled my renovated loft for weeks. I'd been hunched over my laptop at the kitchen island, fingers flying across the keyboard as I finalized my architect designs for a client, when the first flicker of orange caught my attention. Behind the newly installed subway tile backsplash, something was glowing.I pushed my chair back, my legs scraping against the concrete floor. The glow intensified, pulsing again and again. Then I saw the smoke. It was thin at first, then in a few seconds it turned into thick gray that made my eyes water and my throat tighten. The smoke detector hadn't even gone off yet, that’s how fast it happened.My fingers fumbled for my phone, hands shaking as I dialed 911. "There's a fire in my apartment," I said, my voice coming out higher than usual. "I think it has something about the electricity in my apartmen
Chapter 6Victoria’s PovThe taste of our combined release on his tongue is intoxicating, but I need more. I push his head away from my pussy and stand up, my legs still trembling slightly from the force of my orgasm. His face is a mess, glistening with my juices and his own cum while his eyes are glazed with submission."Get up," I command, my voice sharp despite the lingering satisfaction in my body. "We're not done."He scrambles to his feet, his cock already starting to harden again despite the brutal orgasm I just milked from him. I grab a silk robe from the chair, tying it loosely around my naked body. The fabric barely covers anything, but that's not the point. The point is control."Put your clothes on," I order, gesturing to the pile of his discarded suit on the floor. "All of it."He dresses quickly while his hands shake, buttoning his shirt and straightens his tie. The sight of him is fully clothed and professional while I'm barely covered in silk sends a fresh wave of po
Chapter 5 Victoria’s PovThe elevator ride to my penthouse is silent and Alex is still trembling beside me, his naked against the polished steel walls. His clothes remain in a heap on my office floor because I want him feeling exposed and vulnerable.He’s already stripped of his corporate armor before we've even begun. The doors slide open to my private sanctuary, floor-to-ceiling windows displaying the city lights."Kneel," I command, pointing to the white fur rug before my bed. He drops immediately, his knees sinking into the soft pile while his cock juts upward.He’s desperate leaking and then I'm circling him slowly, shedding my blazer, then my skirt, leaving me in black lace lingerie and heels. His eyes follow my every movement, pupils blown wide with need and fear.From my bedside drawer, I retrieve silk rope that matches my lipstick. His breath hitches as I approach. "Wrists behind your back." I tell him and immediately he complies, I bind him tight, the silk digging into his
Chapter 4The week goes by so fast, each morning feels like a fresh hell of anticipation. Every time the intercom buzzes, my cock stiffens, remembering the sting of her hand, the stretch of her fingers, the flood of her cum on my tongue. Now, at exactly noon, I stand outside her office door, adjusting my tie for the third time. My palm sweats against the cool brass handle."Enter."Her voice cuts through the thick oak door, sharp as shattered glass. I step inside, closing it softly behind me. The click of the door echoes in the silence.Victoria sits exactly as she did a week ago, behind the massive oak desk, She looks queen on her throne. Today she wears a navy pencil skirt that hugs her hips like a second skin, paired with a cream silk blouse. Her stiletto heels are black patent leather with impossibly thin spikes, They rest on the marble floor beside her desk."Lock the door, Alex." She doesn't look up from the document she's reading. "Strip."My fingers fumble with my tie making
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 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
Chapter 6 My fingers dug into the cold granite countertop at his request, my knuckles turned bone-white, and my breath came in short, sharp gasps. My spine was arched up, my ass lifting instinctively, presenting myself to him like an offering. The air was thick with the scent of my arousal, my we







