Chloe was going to use Friday night's party to set her revenge in motion. She needed to find a man. A real stallion to take her virginity. She wasn't looking for romance. She wanted to be fucked the way women were in the erotic novels she read and the adult videos she secretly watched.She carried on as though nothing had changed, enduring her dull, monotonous life until Friday finally arrived. She didn't even bother telling her husband she was going out. He wouldn't notice she was gone anyway. According to his assistant, Fridays were always reserved for business trips. Now she knew the truth. He spent every weekend with one of his mistresses, having wild, passionate sex while she sat home alone.She studied herself in the mirror, dressed in the impeccable tailored suit of a proper upper-class wife. With one sharp tug, she pulled her hair free from its neat bun.It was time for Mrs. Montgomery to go to sleep for a while.Tonight, she was simply a woman searching for the pleasure of

He hauled her to her feet without warning. They weren't finished. That had only been the beginning. Pinning her against the wall, he wasted no time before thrusting into her. A sharp pain tore through her, forcing a cry from her lips as she felt her virginity give way. Chloe barely had time to process what had happened before he began moving. At first, his thrusts were slow and deep. "Look at me," he ordered. She opened her tear-filled eyes and met the icy blue gaze of the man who had bought her. He watched every reaction, claiming what he had paid for. Gradually, the painful pressure began to change. The friction... The steady rhythm... The relentless thrusts... They ignited a primitive heat deep inside her. Urgent. Consuming. Her body responded instinctively to the unfamiliar pleasure. Almost without thinking, Chloe wrapped her arms around his neck. Her back arched, silently begging to feel every inch of him even deeper. The sounds escaping her lips were

Dante arrived at Black Silk. He was a regular there, though he never entered through the main entrance like the other clients. Of course he didn't. He was the powerful Dante Montgomery. He had an image to protect. The perfect husband. The faithful husband devoted to his perfect wife. A private entrance had been built exclusively for him, leading to a secluded lounge that no one could access without his permission. Madame was the only person who knew his identity, and she dealt with him personally. Whenever he selected one of the women, or "prostitutes," as he preferred to call them, he made her sign a strict confidentiality agreement. Revealing his identity to anyone would cost her livelihood, perhaps even her place in the city—or the country. No one had ever dared challenge CEO Dante Montgomery. "What a pleasure to see you again so soon," Madame said as she entered the private lounge reserved exclusively for him. "Madame." Dante sat back in the leather armchair, somehow lo

Chloe couldn't believe the man standing in front of her was her husband, the powerful CEO Dante Montgomery. The man who had bought her first time. The man who had given her the best fuck of her life. He was her husband, Dante Montgomery, and now he had paid once again to fuck her."Don't just stand there," Dante said.Chloe forced herself to dig her nails into her palms to keep from screaming at him, from throwing herself at him and hitting him, from confronting him about everything he had done to her. But she knew revealing who she was would be her downfall. Dante would make sure she was utterly ruined in high society."Come here," he ordered, a crooked smile curling across his lips.Chloe obeyed, walking slowly toward him. He had no idea. Dante had no clue who he had bought the night before. The woman standing before him was his wife on paper, the dull, forgettable woman he had left to wither away in that lonely mansion.To him, she was nothing more than the woman he'd paid to s

The knock at the door startled her. She grabbed the mask and slipped it back on as quickly as she could. The door swung open before she even had a chance to answer. To her relief, it was Ivanna carrying several shopping bags filled with clothes. "Wow, it reeks of sex in here," she teased as she walked over. "That man really filled you up." Her gaze swept over Chloe from head to toe, amusement dancing in her eyes. Chloe said nothing. She tried to stand, but her legs felt like jelly. She collapsed back onto the mattress with a pained groan. Ivanna burst into laughter. Her friend had definitely had one hell of a night. "Oh, girl, I think I need to try out that stallion myself." She sat beside her, studying the countless marks covering Chloe's body. "He's your brother," Chloe said flatly. Ivanna's smile vanished. Her jaw dropped as Chloe's confession sank in. There wasn't even time for an explanation. Madame walked in that very moment, a black folder tucked under her arm. "Si