The air was thick with silence. Vanessa stood frozen in the doorway. Celeste, one step behind her, arms folded tight, body rigid as steel beneath her silk wrap. And Maddie? She was still tangled in Graham’s sheets, the dim bedside lamp tracing…
They say power is intoxicating.But baby… power in heels? That’s fucking divine. Welcome to my world.I’m Scarlett Heat—a walking temptation, a whisper of control, a goddess who doesn’t ask… I take. And if you’ve ever felt that pulse of dominance…
Her name was Miranda Blake. Forty-one. A stunning woman with a smoky voice, soft laugh, and curves that made heads turn even when she wasn’t trying. She was the kind of woman who walked with the confidence of someone who knew…
Two Nights After Marcus LeftTyrone’s private residence — after midnight The city was asleep. From Tyrone’s penthouse, the skyline stretched like a jeweled belt of heat and shadows. The glass doors were cracked open, letting the summer breeze drift in.…
It began with a garden walk. Maddie didn’t announce herself. She simply appeared beside Graham the next morning as he pruned the hydrangeas, his sleeves rolled up, sun dappling his forearms. There was a quiet strength to him—clean, earthy, grounded in a…
The air was thick with silence. Vanessa stood frozen in the doorway. Celeste, one step behind her, arms folded tight, body rigid as steel beneath her silk wrap. And Maddie? She was still tangled in Graham’s sheets, the dim bedside lamp tracing…
They say power is intoxicating.But baby… power in heels? That’s fucking divine. Welcome to my world.I’m Scarlett Heat—a walking temptation, a whisper of control, a goddess who doesn’t ask… I take. And if you’ve ever felt that pulse of dominance…
Her name was Miranda Blake. Forty-one. A stunning woman with a smoky voice, soft laugh, and curves that made heads turn even when she wasn’t trying. She was the kind of woman who walked with the confidence of someone who knew…
Two Nights After Marcus LeftTyrone’s private residence — after midnight The city was asleep. From Tyrone’s penthouse, the skyline stretched like a jeweled belt of heat and shadows. The glass doors were cracked open, letting the summer breeze drift in.…
It began with a garden walk. Maddie didn’t announce herself. She simply appeared beside Graham the next morning as he pruned the hydrangeas, his sleeves rolled up, sun dappling his forearms. There was a quiet strength to him—clean, earthy, grounded in a…