LOGINJULIAN I drove to the bungalow, my foot pressing the accelerator all the way to the floor. The streets blurred past me, the city lights smearing into ribbons of color, and before I knew it, I was pulling up to the gate. The guards recognized my car and opened the gate immediately. I parked and walked inside, my strides long and determined, my jaw set so tight I thought my teeth might crack. The guard stationed at the door to the room where the girls were being kept nodded at me as I approached. I nodded back and pushed the door open. The room was a decent size, a bedroom with two queen-sized beds pushed against opposite walls, a bathroom attached, and a window that had been barred from the outside. The girls were sprawled across the beds, some asleep, some staring at the ceiling, all of them looking like they had been through hell and back. But they had showered. Their hair was clean, their faces washed, the tears and grime from the docks completely gone. They had changed i
JULIAN Everything after that moment was a blur, a smear of color and sound that my brain refused to process in any coherent order. I remember screaming. I remember the guards at the gate, their hands on my chest, pushing me back, their voices telling me to leave, that I was not welcome here. I remember fighting against them, my fists swinging, my body straining toward the door I knew she had disappeared through, the door that had closed behind her and that bastard like a curtain falling on the last act of a play I had not known I was starring in. Every second I spent outside that gate was another second Dominic got to do whatever he pleased with my wife. The thought was a blade twisting in my chest, sharp and hot and relentless. I could see him in my mind, his hands on her, his mouth on her, his cock inside her, and the image made me want to tear the world apart with my bare hands. I fought until my arms ached and my lungs burned and my voice went hoarse from shouting. And eve
JULIAN I paced up and down, my eyes fixed on the countdown timer on my phone. Nine minutes left. Then eight. Then seven. Sweat dripped down my temples and I wiped it away with the back of my hand, my breath coming in short, ragged bursts. One hundred million dollars. That was not pocket change. That was money I had worked for, bled for, built my empire on. And these little bastards thought they could just take it from me like I was some common fool they could intimidate into submission. But what choice did I have? If that video went viral, Celeste would see me with that redhead's mouth wrapped around my cock, her ass bouncing on my lap, my cum painting her face, and there would be no explanation that could fix it. No amount of apologizing that could undo the image of me fucking another woman while my wife was at home waiting for me to come back. And my company. My reputation. Everything I had spent years building. Gone. In the time it took for a video to load and buffer.
CELESTE Julian stood there on the other side of the door, his face pressed close to the opening, his eyes wide and red with tears. His mouth twisted in a grimace of pain and fury. Right beside him stood Seraphine, tears still rolling down her face like the world had wronged her, like she was the one who had been betrayed, like she had not spread her legs for Sparrow just hours ago. I did not stop. My eyes did not leave Julian's. I bit my lip, moaning softly, as I continued to fuck Dominic, my hips grinding, my pussy taking his cock over and over. I watched Julian's face as he watched us, as he saw every thrust, every movement, every moment of his wife being fucked by another man. His eyes drifted downward, following the movement of Dominic's cock as it slid in and out of my pussy. I followed his gaze, saw what he was seeing, the way my wetness coated Dominic's shaft, the way my pussy stretched around him, the way our bodies came together in a rhythm that had nothing to do wi
CELESTE The balcony was cool against my skin but Dominic's mouth was fire, his tongue pushing past my lips, his hands pulling me into him like he wanted to absorb me through his clothes. I had already gotten carried away, already lost myself in the taste of him, the feel of him, the way he kissed me like he was starving and I was the only meal in sight. "Celeste!" I heard Julian's voice again, sharp and desperate, but I still did not react. I let Dominic's tongue slide against mine a little longer, let his fingers dig into my waist a little deeper, let myself have those extra seconds of him before the world came crashing in. When our lips finally parted, I turned my head. From the corner of my eye I saw Julian standing by the gate, his face twisted, his hands balled into fists at his sides. But he was not alone. Seraphine stood right beside him, her eyes wide, her mouth hanging open like she had just walked into a room and found a ghost. She looked frozen, too shocked to ev
CELESTE "I have to go." I told Pat, already grabbing my bag.Pat looked at me in surprise. "Now? We were just getting to the...""The CEO invited me, remember? I cannot be late." I squeezed her arm briefly as I passed. She called something after me but I was already walking fast toward the exit, telling myself the speed had nothing to do with the fact that my heart was beating slightly faster than normal.It had everything to do with it.I pushed through the front doors of Helix Research, stepped out into the evening air and stopped.The car was parked directly outside the entrance.I had seen expensive cars before. I had been in Dominic's cars, bulletproof, tinted, luxurious in the understated way of things that did not need to announce themselves. But this was something else entirely. A Pagani Huayra Roadster, one of perhaps three in the entire country, its body a deep midnight blue that caught the evening light and threw it back in shifting shades of silver. The lines of it were
CELESTE The venue was a hotel that did not have a price list. You knew that the second you pulled into the drive. No valet stand with a sign, just a man in a grey suit who took my keys without a word and trusted that a woman in this dress had not stolen the car she arrived in. I had opened t
CELESTE I pushed my chair back and stood up. My heart was beating faster than it had any right to. "This might be the pain talking. I know that. But tell me you wouldn't want to see the look on their faces if they found out we were having an affair." Dominic pushed off the doorframe and moved
CELESTE Dominic didn't take me home. I didn't argue. I couldn't. The rain was coming down so hard it was impossible to see three feet in front of you, and I was soaking wet and shaking so badly I could barely hold myself upright. He spoke quietly to one of the resort staff, handed over a card
CELESTE Dominic picked me up at five. We didn't talk much in the car. What was there to say? We were either about to prove he was wrong, or we were about to have our entire lives rearranged. Rosewood Resort sat at the edge of the city, all glass and warm light and the kind of quiet money tha







