I think it’s time for another little gift. Yes, now. Don’t make that sound—you want this. $300. No hesitation. Yes, I said $300. You want to keep hearing my voice, don’t you? Want to keep stroking that pathetic little excuse…
The sun was dipping low, casting amber streaks across the horizon, when Maddie received the invitation. She was reclined on a striped lounge chair beside the inn’s saltwater pool, legs glistening from tanning oil, sunglasses perched high, lost in the…
The private jet touched down just before sunrise. Tyrone Dominian stepped off the aircraft like a returning king. Tailored charcoal coat draped over one arm, sunglasses on despite the early hour, and the faint scent of leather, sex, and dominance…
The light through the cabin windows was golden and soft, filtering through the trees and spilling across the floorboards in wide slats. The fire from last night had burned down to glowing embers, but the air still carried the thick…
Charlene didn’t leave that night. Not after the table. Not after the second round on the bearskin rug in front of the fire, when Jack had bent her over with her heels still on, his hands gripping her hips like…
I think it’s time for another little gift. Yes, now. Don’t make that sound—you want this. $300. No hesitation. Yes, I said $300. You want to keep hearing my voice, don’t you? Want to keep stroking that pathetic little excuse…
The sun was dipping low, casting amber streaks across the horizon, when Maddie received the invitation. She was reclined on a striped lounge chair beside the inn’s saltwater pool, legs glistening from tanning oil, sunglasses perched high, lost in the…
The private jet touched down just before sunrise. Tyrone Dominian stepped off the aircraft like a returning king. Tailored charcoal coat draped over one arm, sunglasses on despite the early hour, and the faint scent of leather, sex, and dominance…
The light through the cabin windows was golden and soft, filtering through the trees and spilling across the floorboards in wide slats. The fire from last night had burned down to glowing embers, but the air still carried the thick…
Charlene didn’t leave that night. Not after the table. Not after the second round on the bearskin rug in front of the fire, when Jack had bent her over with her heels still on, his hands gripping her hips like…