The city slept beneath them. The skyline was a sea of lights, shimmering through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Tyrone’s penthouse. Daniel sat in silence on the leather chaise near the glass, still shirtless, hands trembling slightly in his lap. He…

The soft click of the door closing echoed like a gunshot in Daniel’s ears. His fingers lingered on the handle for a moment longer than they should have, his skin warm, sweaty, pulse thudding violently in his throat. He hadn’t meant to…

Let’s not play coy, baby.When I post a thirst trap, I know exactly what I’m doing.I’m not some shy little tease hoping for attention—I’m a filthy, spoiled brat demanding it. Blonde hair wild, lips parted, tits spilling out of a…

The rain tapped softly against the tall glass windows of Tyrone’s penthouse office the following evening. The city below buzzed with light, but the interior was hushed, low-lit—like a den designed for seduction and strategy in equal measure. Tyrone stood…

Tyrone’s downtown office sat high above the city—sleek, masculine, steel-gray and obsidian décor. The windows ran from floor to ceiling, offering a glittering skyline view that looked like it bowed to him. The city should bow. Tyrone sat behind his desk, shirt unbuttoned…