"W-Wait… what if he walks in and sees us?" I gasped as Alexander’s hands slid up my thighs, his body pressing me harder against the door. “Let him,” He let out a low, wicked chuckle, his lips grazing my neck. "Then he’ll finally see exactly how badly his wife needs to be fucked." *** Desperate to forget her crumbling marriage, Chloe makes one impulsive mistake—mistaking a billionaire for a stripper. What should have been a fleeting moment of passion turns into something far more dangerous when she learns the truth. Because the man in her bed isn’t just powerful, he’s one of the most influential men in the country. And he’s decided he’s not letting her go. Now, Chloe is caught between a husband who never loved her and a man who refuses to walk away. Will Alexander King be her dirty little secret, or will she surrender to temptation and let him own her in every sinful way?
View MoreChloe I am fucking horny. No, worse than that. I am aching, throbbing, and shamelessly horny. The kind of horny that makes your thighs clench together for even the tiniest bit of friction. The kind that leaves your panties soaked, your skin flushed, your breath coming out in these tiny, pathetic gasps. And the worst part? The absolute worst part? This fucking man knows it. Oh, he knows. And he’s enjoying every damn second of it. I don’t know what’s more infuriating, the fact that he’s been teasing me this entire car ride, knowing I’m losing my mind, or the fact that I like it. I barely remember getting into the car. Didn’t care to ask why his supposed sugar mommy had given him a luxury ride with a private driver. Didn’t give a fuck about anything except the growing ache between my legs. His fingers drag slow circles along the inside of my thigh, never going where I need him to. Every time I shift, silently begging for more, he pulls away, only to do it again. I grip his wri
Logan Needy moans echoed through the walls of the hotel room. I took a slow sip of my wine, barely paying attention to Amelia, who was sprawled out on the bed beside me, her legs spread wide, her fingers disappearing between her thighs as she pleasured herself like a desperate whore. “Fuck,” she gasped, arching her back, her breath hitching as she circled her clit, her other hand palming her breast, rolling her hardened nipple between her fingers. Her moans grew louder, more frantic, her body trembling with each slow stroke she gave herself. “Logan,” she moaned breathlessly, dragging out my name. “God, I’m so wet. I need you.” I didn’t look at her. My mind was elsewhere. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t stop hearing Chloe's voice. "You are a monster." I ran a hand through my hair, scowling. Chloe had looked me straight in the eye today, her gaze filled with a hatred I had never seen in her before. I should have brushed it off like I always did. But for some reason, I co
Chloe “Six minutes.” I muttered to myself. The time was driving me insane. I had never wanted time to slow down so badly in my life. How was I supposed to do this? I wasn’t seductive. I wasn’t the type of woman who made men lose control. I was a housewife, a woman who had spent years being ignored, dismissed. The last time I had tried to seduce Logan, he had laughed, insulted me, and then fucked Amelia in the next room just to make sure I heard it. That night had destroyed any illusion I had about myself. If I couldn’t seduce a man like Logan, what made me think I could seduce him? A deep voice pulled me out of my thoughts. “Are you just going to stand there?” he mused, lounging back in his chair like a king waiting to be entertained. “Is it so hard for you to seduce me?” I looked up, meeting his gaze. He was already watching me. He knew I was struggling. And he was enjoying every second of it. Was this some kind of revenge for last time? For how I had thrown myself at him i
Chloe I widened my eyes at his statement. He knew. Of course, he knew. He must have seen the ring. That wasn’t the issue, I was going to tell him after all. Explain everything before jumping into anything with this man. I had always thought Logan and my father were the most calculating bastards in the world, people I had to tiptoe around, careful not to slip up. Careful not to let them find out what I did or who I spent my time with. But this man...it was as if he had pried open my head, taken my brain into his hands, and decided to read every single thought in it. He knew how to corner me into a wall…. literally. No—that shouldn’t even be my concern. The real problem was how my body was reacting right now. His words shouldn’t have sent a shiver down my spine. The heat curling low in my stomach had no right to exist at this moment. But it did. And the worst part? The part I didn’t want to admit? It wasn’t just the attraction—it was the idea that he knew I was married that turn
Alexander "Alexander, you’re fucking insane. No, really. How the hell do you even think of these things? It’s like you’re five steps ahead of reality, and then—bam, it actually happens. You’ve got the devil’s mind, I swear." That was Leo’s dramatic outburst before finally getting to the point earlier. I’d heard variations of it so many times before— from my father, from my brother, from just about anyone who had the misfortune of witnessing how my mind worked. "Alexander King, you’re dangerous. A man like you shouldn’t exist." But I never saw it that way. To me, it was just common sense. Observe a situation, assess every possible outcome, and then choose the one that benefits you the most. It wasn’t difficult. People were predictable—especially men who thought they were smarter than they actually were. And from the moment I saw that fool sitting across from me in the office earlier, I knew. There were countless ways this could work in my favor. So many ways Logan White c
Chloe “Touch what’s mine, and I’ll personally send you to hell.” His words sent a sudden heat between my legs. What the hell? I had no idea my body could react like this from just a few words. Or maybe it wasn’t just the words. Maybe it was the way he towered behind me like a personal bodyguard, ready to cut down anyone who touched me. Maybe it was the way his hand gripped my waist in a possessive way, maybe it was the way he growled those words so close to my ear, his breath warm against my skin. Anytime I was near this man, my sex drive just shot up. What kind of ridiculous sex appeal was this? It wasn’t normal. “You fucking bastard!!” Otis’ furious voice snapped me out of my daze. He jerked his head up to glare at the man behind me, only for his entire face to drain of color. He looked like he’d just seen the devil. "So confident before. Cat got your tongue now?" “I…. I—” Confusion flickered through me. That reaction was strange. And not just that—the whol
Chloe The bass pulsed through the club, vibrating through me as I moved to the beat. The VIP section was dim, flashes of blue and purple lights streaking across our skin as we danced. I swayed my hips, my fingers trailing up my curves before sliding into my hair, letting it fall down my back as I rolled my body to the music. Mia twirled beside me, her hands in the air, her laughter spilling out as another girl grabbed her waist and spun her around. A redhead in a leather mini skirt pressed against me, her body moving in sync with mine as we laughed together. “Damn, girl,” she shouted over the music. “You sure you don’t do this often?” I shook my head. “First time.” Mia slid an arm around my shoulders, holding up a shot glass with her other hand. “Well, you’re a natural.” She tipped the glass back, downing the liquor before handing me another. “Come on, drink with us, birthday girl.” I laughed, shaking my head. “It’s not my birthday.” She shrugged. “It is tonight.” I took the
Chloe “We have arrived, ma’am.” I didn’t need to be told. The neon lights flickered through the night, casting a dull glow across the street. I stared at them, feeling something shift deep inside me. How had I reached this point? Normally, I would have given up before I even stepped foot into the shopping mall. Normally, I would have told myself it wasn’t worth it. Logan had done so many worse things before—so why was tonight any different? Why was I acting like a fool, refusing to go home and wait for my husband and his mistress like any other day? The thought alone made me clench my purse tighter. I hadn’t realized how stupid I had been all this time. Even a saint wouldn’t have lived the way I had—blind, obedient, weak. And right now, Logan and Amelia were probably expecting me to be home, crying in some dark corner while they laughed and enjoyed themselves. Well. I might as well enjoy myself too. I turned to the driver, who was patiently waiting, his hands resting on the
Chloe I stared at the rows of dresses in front of me, my expression blank. They were all undeniably beautiful—the kind of elegance that belonged at charity galas and high-society events. But I wasn’t looking for something beautiful tonight. Amy, still fumbling to keep up with me, carefully held out another option. “How about this one, ma’am?” Her voice shook slightly, and I didn’t miss the way she almost tripped over herself in her rush to please me. Her demeanor had changed drastically. Gone was the dismissive sales associate who looked down on me just hours ago. Now, she was looking at me with fear, as if she expected me to snap my fingers and have her thrown out alongside Poppy. I didn’t know what had happened to Poppy after I walked away. And honestly? I didn’t care. My gaze dropped to the dress in her hands, it was a stunning silver-grey gown, classy, refined. The kind of thing my mother-in-law would approve of. I shook my head. Amy swallowed, adjusting her stance. “What ki
Chloe Shameless are many words. Shameless is your husband cheating on you with the maid. Shameless is when they grope each other like rabid animals, like you’re nothing more than a ghost haunting the walls of your own home. Shameless is the way they laugh, touch, and linger around the house without even the decency to pretend you exist. Shameless is when your family looks at you, shrugs, and says, “Deal with it.” But this... this wasn’t shamelessness. This was something far uglier, something so disgusting it made shameless seem like a compliment. This was a new level of humiliation, a new depth of degradation. “What did you just say?” I asked, my voice sharper than I intended. I wasn’t sure if it was fury or disbelief shaking me. Amelia, the woman my husband claimed he couldn’t live without, smiled like a predator toying with its prey. Her lips curved into a cruel smirk as her eyes swept over me, cold and condescending. She looked at me the way someone might look at something sti...
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