Luciana Rielle의 작품

KIERMy eyes blinked open, and I looked up to see a strange ceiling.“Fuck, where am I?” I croaked, grimacing. Why did my mouth taste like I ate something sour mixed with liquor?As I tried to stand, a flash of images and loud words exploded behind my eyes.“The king is back. Give him more,” someone shouted. Then, I opened my mouth, and a woman—her face fuzzy—poured a drink into her own mouth and then into mine.That wasn’t all. Hands were roaming around my body, lips on places like my neck, my mouth.Flashing lights. Bodies grinding together.Then it all vanished as quickly as it had come. I pressed my hand to my forehead. Definitely a hangover. I leaned against the headboard, blinking, trying to clear my mind. After a moment, I opened my eyes and took in my surroundings—and groaned.Three naked women were sleeping on the bed.“Damn… what happened last night?” I muttered.I vaguely remembered going to the Opal Noir club, but the rest was a blur. How had I ended up like this? Sleeping

KIERThe office was empty, everyone else had left for the night. My PA had gone home hours ago, and I was still working. I glanced over the Norwood files and made a note for tomorrow. I sent a message, brief and to the point: 'Have the Norwood files finalized and on my desk first thing tomorrow. No mistakes. I’m not dealing with this again.’Immediately that was done, I looked over the other files I had been sent. Tomorrow, I had a meeting with a small startup company—bright-eyed, underprepared, and probably hoping for a miracle. They wouldn’t get one. If their pitch wasn’t solid, I’d shut it down before the coffee cooled. I didn’t entertain weak ideas or wasted time.I skimmed their proposal, red-lining the fluff and circling the numbers that didn’t add up. They were trying too hard to impress, which usually meant they had something to hide—or nothing at all. Either way, I’d find out by morning.The clock on the wall blinked past ten, and I sighed. I wrapped everything up, shut down

Monica Candell stepped into the house and breathed a sigh of relief. Finally, she was out of the scorching heat. She hadn’t been able to take her car, since she could no longer afford the expenses it required.Taking a deep breath, she glanced around the large living space. Her stomach churned at the thought that her stepdaughter was now living in such a luxurious environment, while she and her children were stuck in a house they could no longer afford to even keep the AC running.She looked around again, but the large living room was empty. Then she heard voices followed by a loud clang. A twisted smile crept across her face. In her mind, she hoped Genesis wasn’t enjoying herself here either. That alone would make her day. And even though she didn’t hear any crying, she didn’t mind—her stepdaughter couldn’t make any sound anyway, so wouldn't be able to hear it, she thought with glee.Clearing her throat, she turned the corner and spoke just as she rounded it. “Genesis, mother’s home.

GENESISHe stood up so abruptly from the chair that it startled me, and in an instant, all eyes turned to him.“Excuse us, but we have to take our leave. So sorry about this," he said, and without waiting for a reply, he grabbed my hand.His grip was firm but not painful as he pulled me along, weaving through the tables without slowing down. I stumbled to keep up, my heart racing and my face burning with embarrassment. The weight of curious, judgmental stares followed us, whispers brushing against my skin.When we finally pushed through the large doors and into the empty hallway, he didn’t stop. Not until we were outside the mansion, where the air was filled with blinding lights and flashes. Large men quickly surrounded us, ushering us into the car.Only then did he release my hand.He turned to face me, his jaw tight, his chest rising and falling just a little faster than normal. His eyes dropped to my body, lingering on the way I fidgeted, trying to pull my dress lower, even though

KIERI leaned against the wall, a smirk on my lips, amused as I watched my wife’s eyes dart around, searching for her panties. She must have forgotten I had taken them.It was mine now, though.“Looking for something?” I asked, and she turned around, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. She could barely look me in the eye.“What are you looking for?” I asked again, and her blush deepened. She pointed to her middle, silently telling me it was her panties.I faked a gasp. “Did my wife just lose her panties in a public bathroom?” I pushed off from the wall, moving closer to her. She pointed at her legs, then at me, and then at the air—meaning she took them off, I took them, and must have thrown them somewhere. Now they were lost, and the frustration on her face was palpable.But I just kept smiling.“Do you know how embarrassing this is?” I teased. “What if someone finds your panties... and then sniffs them?” As I spoke, her head snapped up in horror, and I nodded, loving the reaction.

GENESISTears streamed down my face. My butt was on fire—stinging from his punishment—but it wasn’t just pain coursing through me. Pleasure crept in, twisted and sharp. My body trembled, and between my legs… I was soaked. I could feel it dripping down my thigh.Why?He was hurting me. Punishing me.So why did it feel good?Why was I arching my back and pushing my ass out more?My mouth fell open, forehead pressed against the wall, as I felt him shove two thick fingers inside me.“You’re so wet,” he rasped, voice low and husky, the kind that raked over skin like velvet and smoke. “So warm. I just want to sink inside you.”He drove his fingers deeper, pressing against the spot I privately called my sweet spot—the one he always found. The one that made me unravel when he kept hitting it over and over again, like he was doing now.His fingers thrust in fast, merciless. The sounds—obscene. Wet. Sloppy. Loud enough to echo.“I only spanked you, and you’re already dripping,” he said with a m