It was already five months, yet Ivana's baby bump looked like she was due for labor any moment.
Her dresses clung tightly to the curve of her stomach, stretching in a way that made her anxious every time she caught her reflection.
It was frustrating. Embarrassing, even.
And to make it worse, her best friend never stopped teasing her, always joking that two creatures were growing inside her.
The thought alone scared the life out of her.
The library was more than opulent. It was a private sanctuary of indulgence.
Marble floors reflected the warm glow of crystal chandeliers, while floor-to-ceiling shelves of rare books loomed like silent guardians.
Plush velvet armchairs and chaise lounges invited the reader to sink into them, draped with silk throws scented faintly with jasmine and sandalwood. Hidden nooks and alcoves hinted at secrecy, intimate spaces perfect for stolen moments or whispered fantasies.
Erotic literature was artfully displayed throughout the vast collection, shelves dedicated entirely to forbidden desires, from sensual poetry to decadent novels that teased the imagination.
Candles flickered in golden sconces, throwing soft shadows that danced along the mahogany walls, and the scent of polished wood mingled with the faintly intoxicating aroma of old pages.
It was a place where wealth, sophistication, and sensuality collided, a library only a trillionaire could conjure, and it seemed to pulse with a quiet, erotic energy.
Ivana sat, lost in thought, her best friend Edna watching silently, a smirk already tugging at her lips.
"You're sulking? You're sure you're good, bitch?" Edna drawled, the luxurious stillness of the room making her teasing feel louder, sharper.
Ivana blinked, slipping into a fake smile. "Yh, I'm good."
"Don't lie to me, Iva. What's going on?" Edna snapped, her patience finally breaking like a whip through the hushed library air.
"Nothing," Ivana said, scoffing silently.
Edna rolled her eyes, cupping Ivana's chubby cheeks. "You know I care about you the most, bitch." She laughed, the sound soft but mischievous, and Ivana followed after a moment.
"You're really Edy, the mood booster," Ivana said, shaking her head with a smirk, then playfully slapped Edna's hands off.
"You can call that name again, baby," Edna teased, flattered, while Ivana laughed again.
"Yes, baby, that's what you are," Ivana flirted back.
"Really?" Edna raised a brow suspiciously. "...my sugarplum." She nudged Ivana lightly, her teasing echoing softly against the polished mahogany walls.
"Fuck off with your teases, lollipop," Ivana huffed, smacking Edna's hands away, amusement flickering in Ivana's eyes.
"Indeed, yours," Edna taunted back, tossing her hair and laughing, the soft rustle of silk and velvet around them adding to the sensual hush of the library.
Ivana shook her head, giggling hard, then suppressed her laughter, same with Edna.
"You're so cute with that baby bump," Edna teased further, laughing harder as she cupped Ivana's adorable pouty face and gave it a gentle rub.
"Am I?" Ivana whispered, leaning closer to Edna's face, her lips twitching in amusement.
"Yes Iva," Edna said softly, lightly tapping Ivana's cheeks. Ivana smacked her hand away, leaning back with a mock glare.
"Awauuuu... that's touching. It moved me to tears," Ivana teased, cleaning her fake tears.
"You know, you should be rewarded with a title," Edna said, raising a brow and winking, letting the words hang teasingly in the air.
"Title of what, bitch?" Ivana asked, a mischievous smirk curling her lips as she watched Edna's face.
"Drama queen," Edna said softly, clicking her tongue in mock exasperation.
"Ouch... too bad no one's there to give me the title," Ivana murmured, pouting dramatically.
"Your Kacy's there..." Edna paused, noticing Ivana gave a sour face. She couldn't help but smirk, eyes glinting with mischief.
"Complete it," Ivana hissed, locking eyes with Edna.
"Where's Kacy?" Edna purred, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.
"Business," Ivana said, huffing, jealousy curling in her gaze like fire.
"And?" Edna chuckled, her voice dripping with amusement, clearly enjoying the moment.
"What else?" Ivana veered, rolling her eyes, already tired of Edna's taunts.
"Say something more," Edna coaxed, pouting, her eyes glinting with curiosity.
"Like what?" Ivana huffed, wiggling her brow in annoyance and rolling her eyes.
"Like where he went to," Edna pushed further, wanting to know the truth.
"Paris," Ivana said casually, hiding the truth behind a calm facade.
"Indeed, with who?" Edna shot back, a playful smile on her lips. Her best friend jealous little pout was both amusing and adorable.
"His PA," Ivana scoffed, a soft swear slipping out, her cheeks burning with jealousy.
Edna, however, stayed silent, laughing inwardly, already knowing why Ivana looked so sour.
"Male or female?" Edna teased, feigning ignorance, while Ivana's sour look only made her grin.
"Female," Ivana hissed, chewing on her lips, her jealousy barely hidden.
"So that's the reason for the sour face," Edna teased, feigning realization and slapping Ivana's shoulder playfully. Ivana rolled her eyes, trying not to smile.
"Am not sour," Ivana snapped, pouting like a baby, irritation flashing in her eyes.
"But you will be sore when your Kacy gets back," Edna said, pausing to wink at Ivana.
Ivana's face immediately turned crimson.
"you know..." and licked her lips, smirking.
"Banging," Edna continued, grinning. "And fuck... you look so cute, like a bunny." She reached out, cupping Ivana's face and rubbing it softly.
Fuck off," Ivana muttered, her cheeks heating.
Edna only winked, leaning in to plant a quick, mischievous peck on Ivana's cheek.
Ivana recoiled instantly, swatting Edna's hands away, a mix of exasperation and reluctant amusement painting her flushed face.
"Soon, jealous bitch," Edna taunted, her grin widening as she watched Ivana squirm.
"Uhhh..." Ivana gasped, cheeks flushed. "I'm not jealous."
"Hmmmmm..." Edna hummed thoughtfully, a sly smile tugging at her lips.
"Truth, baby," Ivana coaxed, pouting slightly.
"Save that for Kacy," Edna teased, eyes dancing with mischief.
"He isn't here," Ivana huffed cutely, pouting.
"And he went with a female," Edna teased, laughing as she swiftly dodged the book Ivana threw, Ivana shouting a string of colorful swear words.
"What else," Ivana said, eyes blazing daggers at Edna. She swore, hissing and muttering every swear word she knew, scoffing at her failed throw.
"And you're jealous," Edna smirked, eyes glinting, glaring back playfully at her bestie.
"I'm not." Ivana argued, huffing and scowling, but a shadow of possessive heat pulsed through her veins. He was hers and hers alone, and that truth thrilled and terrified her all at once.
"You're…" Edna hissed, the sharp edge in her voice cutting through the air. She saw it clearly, the possessiveness, the longing. Her best friend had fallen for her husband, utterly and completely.
Ivana snickered, hissing under her breath, then strolled toward the shelves. Her fingers trailed along the spines of the books as she scanned for her prize.
Reaching the ladder, she climbed cautiously, balancing on the steps, her stomach jiggling slightly with every movement.
"Careful, sissy… your husband won't be here to catch you," Edna teased from below, eyes sparkling with mischief.
Ivana paused mid-step, letting out a small huff of irritation mixed with laughter, before finally grasping the book. She slid down the ladder carefully, returning to her chair with a triumphant grin, the book held firmly in her hands.
"What you got there, sissy?" Edna asked, curiosity bright in her eyes.
"An erotical dark romance novel, sissy," Ivana said slowly, watching the silent glint of mischief in her best friend's eyes.
"What's the name?"
"FUCK ME HARD DADDY," Ivana said casually, her tone blank, as if reading the weather report.
"Whoosh…" Edna squeaked, eyes widening. "That's a hot novel you got there."
"Fuck you!!!" Ivana snapped, flipping to the first chapter and reading the title aloud.
"Daddy Fuck Me Harder."
"Ow… hooo… fuck…" Edna made sounds of laughter, gasping between giggles. "Go on, bitch. Go on!"
Ivana shook her head before turning her back to the novel, reading aloud in a husky, teasing tone.
"My pussy squeaks in excitement as the handsome stranger tears my legs apart, slapping me until I drip. He rubs himself against my entrance, whispering in my ear, 'My pretty whore, your pink pussy is dripping so hard… call me daddy.' And I answer him, screaming, 'Daddy, fuck me harder…'"
"WTF," Edna groaned, snatching at the page. "I'll borrow this novel when you're done. Jeez… my pussy's dripping just listening to you read this!"
Ivana rolled her eyes, ignoring her friend.
"Ew… don't tell me you have a kink for this. Don't tell me a novel can make you horny, needy, and wet. Fuck, go get laid, babe."
"What if I have a kink? And just fucking shut and read," Edna sneered, annoyed that Ivana had paused at the sweet, sinful part of the novel.
Ivana continued, her voice dripping with feigned innocence as her words burned with erotic tension:
"Daddy answered me with actions, fucking me senseless until I saw stars. He tore my gown to shreds, sucking on my swollen nipples, massaging my breasts, and kissing me so hard I could only gasp..."
Edna's brows knitted in displeasure, her mouth forming a soft "huff" as she tried to hide her excitement.
"Mood spoiler, stop staring and read!" Edna snapped, composing herself, a small smile tugging at her lips. "Jeez… I feel like I might… you know…masturbate...while you read this."
"Fuck… you're crazy," Ivana laughed, disgusted and intrigued at the same time.
"Whatever. Just skip to chapter eight," Edna said, flipping her hair with an exaggerated flourish.
"Then we'd miss the juicy parts," Ivana protested, rolling her eyes.
"Believe me, baby, chapter eight is the best part of any novel," Edna teased, leaning back.
Ivana finally surrendered, opening to the chapter. Her cheeks warmed as she read aloud, her voice trembling slightly:
"My pussy was dripping so hard, sticky with pre-cum from his cock. He pulled out and pressed it against my mouth, whispering, 'My pretty whore, take it all… ride me like the perfect whore you are.' And I obeyed, sucking him expertly, throat-fucking him as he fingered me, cupping my breasts, marking me with harsh slaps and red hickeys. My ass was spanked endlessly, and I moaned without restraint… a mess of pleasure, pain, and desperation…"
Edna, lost in the scene, made soft, fascinated noises, but her gaze shifted, bewildered. Her best friend husband was standing silently behind his wife, watching her with a sinuous, predatory smile.
She opened her mouth to warn Ivana, but Kacy was quicker. His index finger pressed to his lips. "Keep quiet."
Edna froze, glancing back at him. His piercing blue eyes sparkled with mischief and danger. She bit back a laugh, knowing fully well she was about to witness chaos unfold.
"Go on, Ivana… read more," Edna encouraged, her voice low, teasing.
Ivana flushed, heat pooling in her chest without her realizing it. Behind her, Kacy's presence pressed against her senses...His gaze dark, sinful, impossibly possessive.
"Of course, my lady…"
She continued reading, her voice trembling slightly as the words tumbled out. "He made me sit on his lap…"
A shiver ran down her spine as a warm, intoxicating breath fanned across her neck. Her body reacted before her mind could catch up, goosebumps rising, her pulse racing.
Every gasp, every moan she uttered seemed to feed him, and she couldn't help but shivers at the awareness of who was invading her senses without a word.
Instinctively, she surrendered to it, letting her heart and body follow the unspoken command.
A soft laugh from her friend echoed in the background, pulling her briefly back...but the heat in her chest refused to fade.
"Babes, go on or has cat got your tongue?" Edna giggled, her eyes dancing with mischief as she stared at her best friend's adorably flushed face.
Ivana mouthed a silent fuck you, about to turn away, when strong hands slid from her breasts to her neck, wrapping around her throat with firm, possessive pressure, not enough to cut off her air, but enough to make her pulse spike.
She swallowed hard, her gaze locking on the ten rings adorning the fingers of the man behind her. Only one man wore those rings… Only one man could make her body betray her senses like this.
Soft, throaty whispers curled around her ears.
"Little moonlight….read."
His words were low, commanding, each one a caress and a claim. His lips brushed her ear, sucking her earlobe, biting it softly, sending a shiver straight to her core.
"Kacyyyy…" she gasped, trying to swallow the moan that threatened to escape.
"Fuck… I should give you guys space," Edna murmured, a nervous laugh hiding the flush on her cheeks.
"No…" Ivana barely breathed the word, but the words held no real intent. His fingers slipped into her mouth, wet, teasing, impossibly deliberate. The sensation was electric, intimate, and utterly commanding, stealing her words and leaving only a shiver of anticipation in its place.
"On your knees, little moonlight," he whispered, his voice dark and velvet-deep, vibrating against her senses. "Suck my fingers… or I will taste your pretty pussy while your friend watches."
He meant it. Every word dripped with seduction, dominance, and an unspoken promise of what he would do if she hesitated.
His gaze bore into her, smoldering, predatory, and intoxicating, making her body ache with desire and obedience before a single thought could escape her mind.