MasukMy fingers flew across the keyboard, the words pouring out like they always did when I had something real to say.She was sandwiched between them. His cock deep inside her while her tongue worked the other man's shaft. The way her body responded when they both moved in sync — one fucking her while the other fucked her throat — was absolutely primal. No thinking. No walls. Just three bodies chasing the same high.The girl moaned around his length, tasting salt and her own arousal mixing with his. Behind her, she could feel every inch of him hitting that spot that made her see stars. Her hands gripped the sheets, her hips pushing back, demanding more."Fuck, you're perfect," one of them groaned.She pulled back just enough to breathe. "Harder. I want it harder."And they gave it to her.I leaned back in my chair, reading what I'd just written. My pussy was genuinely throbbing. Writing about what we'd done last night was hitting different when it was based on actual experience instead of
If someone had told me that one day I'd fall for my stepfather, I would've laughed right in their face. Actually, no. I would've called them crazy because seriously, who even thinks about something like that? It's disgusting, wrong and forbidden as hell. And yet, life has this weird habit of throwing you straight into the one situation you swore you would never be caught dead in. I honestly didn't know my mother wasn’t around— I only knew later that my mom had gone out with her friends.I thought Martin had already left for work, so I padded straight into their bedroom, still fuming. I dropped onto the edge of the bed and started yapping loudly about how pissed I was at my mother, how she got married to Martins my stepfather without even discussing it with me first, my words tumbling out in an angry rush even though the glass shower walls would drown me out. I didn’t care. I just needed to vent.The water shut off. The door slid open. Martin stepped out completely naked, no towel,
"It means you can't go to a charity gala I'm attending and get drunk and start a fight with my business rivals," Matthew said. "You have to be able to smile and look married and not embarrass me. It's not complicated.""And the intimate relations clause?""Means we don't sleep together," he said. "We don't kiss unless someone's watching. We don't touch unless we're being photographed. You have your own bedroom. I have mine. We're roommates who happen to be legally married.""What about Victoria?" Selena asked, and she knew the moment she asked it that she'd made a mistake, because Matthew's expression changed slightly."How do you know about Victoria?" he asked."I researched you," Selena said. "Before I came here. There was an article. From a few years ago. It said you were serious with someone named Victoria Lang.""We were," Matthew said, and his voice was suddenly very neutral. "That ended.""Because—""Because it did," he said, cutting her off. "And it has nothing to do with this
me still wants him. When it’s all shattered and broken into pieces… it’s so unimaginable when the heart just stops working. Will leaving us be worth it? You can call me that curvy girl — the finest in my family, with a mad sense of humor. By the way, I’m just a 26-year-old Canadian girl. On the 10th of March, one of my bitches rang me up. “Girl, get dressed! We’re hitting the club tonight. I need my ride-or-die with me.”It was Mila Anderson. Her dad is stupid rich, so when she says club, she means proper VIP vibes. We pulled up and the bass was shaking everything. That’s when I saw Jayson. He was so damn fine I couldn’t take my eyes off him. My knees literally went weak. I froze right there. Mila looked back. “Hey girl, what’s good? Who are you staring at like that?” I didn’t even blink. “That handsome, cute, sexy guy right there. You know him?” “Yeah, he’s a regular here,” she said. I spun around smiling. “And who’s that girl next to him?” “That’s his girlfriend, Cas
Here’s a dramatic romance chapter with emotional tension and a slow-burn attraction.Chapter 8: The Contract Was Never Meant for LoveThe rain drummed softly against the floor-to-ceiling windows of Adrian Kingston’s penthouse. From the fiftieth floor, the city glittered below like a sea of stars, yet his attention never wandered beyond the woman standing in front of him.Elena Hart.Six months ago, they had signed a contract. It was simple on paper: she would pose as his fiancée for one year to satisfy his late grandfather’s final condition before he inherited the Kingston empire. In return, she would receive enough money to erase her family’s debts and start a new life.No emotions.No questions.No falling in love.Those had been the rules.Yet somewhere between charity galas, fake kisses for photographers, and late-night conversations neither of them admitted enjoying, the lines had begun to blur.“You’ve been staring at me for five minutes,” Elena teased, closing the folder she ha
On day 23, they were finishing the final property designs.The last three properties were straightforward compared to the earlier ones. They'd learned how to think together. They'd established a rhythm.In twelve hours, they completed work that should have taken three days.By midnight on day 23, the International Tourism Development Initiative portfolio was essentially complete.Just two days left for final review and presentation materials.And then 25 days would be over.---Matthew and Selena stood on the balcony of her office looking out over the city.It was 1 AM. The office was empty. They were alone for the first time in 25 days without being actively working."Thank you," Selena said quietly."For what?" Matthew asked."For coming back," she replied. "For doing this work. For showing me what we can create when we stop fighting and just... build.""Thank you," Matthew said, "for calling me. For being willing to work with me. For reminding me why I loved this work in the first
Matthew went to the mansion on the morning after his resignation.He used his key to get in. Margaret was in the kitchen, and when she saw him, her expression shifted—something between pity and disapproval."Mrs. Kingland is in her office," Margaret said quietly. "She's been there since early this
The opening of the Riviera resort was elegant and understated.No press conference. No photographers. Just the people who mattered: the staff, the invited guests, the board members, and the family.Matthew and Selena walked through the property together, and everything worked.The structural soluti
Three weeks after the board vote, reality set in.The Riviera project's first phase should have been straightforward. Clear site, approved design, funding secured. But nothing about construction ever goes as planned.The contractors discovered structural issues with the foundation that required sig
The Riviera expansion project landed on both their desks simultaneously.It was massive—a second property in southern France, tripling the footprint of their flagship resort. The project required both Matthew's operational expertise and Selena's design vision. There was no way to do this without ac







