Christian was danger personified, a man carved from midnight with a smirk that could unravel a saint. Six-foot-three of lean, predatory muscle, his hair fell in a reckless wave over piercing silver eyes that stripped me bare with a glance.…

Pride warred with need, but the ache in my pussy was a living thing, pulsing with desperation. “Fuck me, Julian,” I gasped, the words tearing from me like a confession. “Please, just—fuck me.” He didn’t wait, didn’t tease. He thrust…

I, Amber Mae, was no saint either. Twenty four, with curves that turned heads and a mind that turned tides, I’d clawed my way up in a world of sharks, my brunette hair a fiery halo, my emerald eyes hiding…

Angelica had heard of these places before. Dark, mysterious, steady paced and loud. She has never had the pleasure of seeing one, but it’s time to change that. The thought of having men running through her pussy, one after the…

The room was a crucible of unspoken promises, thick with the scent of polished leather and the faint tang of nervous sweat. Cherry stood by the floor-to-ceiling window of the penthouse suite, her wild crimson hair cascading over the bare…