Category: Fiction

Ava By the timeAlex and I finished, I was exhausted and wrung out, and I would wake up sore as hell tomorrow, but I didn’t care. Alex hadn’t held back, and that was what I’d wanted. Needed. Somehow, in choosing to let go, I’d never felt more powerful. Strength in weakness, control in submission. “Aren’t

Alex It didn’t take longfor me to secure the penthouse and all but drag Ava into the luxurious suite. I was so fucking hard my cock almost punched a hole through my pants, and the images I had running through my mind… Fuck. I was going to destroy her, but any remaining shred of conscience

Ava The day had finally come. I stood five feet away from the pool, my skin etched with goosebumps even though the temperature hovered at a toasty eighty-four degrees thanks to the hotel’s state-of-the-art heating system. I wore a one-piece Eres swimsuit, courtesy of Alex, who’d handed me the shopping bag without a word when

Alex I was on a warpath,and everyone gave me wide berth as I stalked down the hall toward the elevators. My new assistant, who I’d hired after firing the congressman’s insipid daughter for leaking my cell number to the Gruppmann CEO, pretended to be on the phone when I passed, and the rest of the

Ava If I hadto describe Alex Volkov, a litany of words came to mind. Cold. Beautiful. Ruthless. Genius. “Patient” wasn’t one of them. It wasn’t even in the top thousand. But over the past few weeks, I had to admit I might have to bump it up on the list, because he’d been nothing but patient as

Alex “Where is she?”I grasped Madeline by the throat, resisting the urge to squeeze until I wiped the smug look off her face. I’d never raised a hand to a woman outside the bedroom—and then only if they consented—but I was this close to losing my shit. After I saw the video of Madeline pushing

Ava Of all theways I’d pictured my Friday night going, getting trapped in a pool room by a blonde who eyed me like I’d stolen her favorite Prada purse wasn’t one of them. “I’m sorry, do I know you?” I strove for politeness even as I took a step back. The woman looked familiar, but

Alex “It’ll beover in a few months.” I leaned back in my chair and rolled my whiskey glass in my hands, watching dust mites dance in the air before me. “Hmmm.” My uncle rubbed his jaw, his eyes sharp as he examined me through the screen. I’d turned the guest room into my home office,

Ava I agonizedfor days over whether to shoot Alex in a studio or outdoors. I took all of my photoshoots seriously, but this one felt different. More intimate. More…life-changing, like it had the power to make or break me, and not just because I might submit it as part of my portfolio for the WYP

Ava He was furious. He was alive with it, pulsing with it. One hand clutched the steering wheel, knuckles white, while the other rested on the gearshift, flexing and unflexing like he wanted to strangle someone. The glow from passing streetlights illuminated the beautifully carved planes of his face as we sped down the dark