The high-stakes gala at the Sterling Heights Hotel was the crown jewel of the city's social calendar-and the perfect hunting ground. My ex, Julian, would be there, probably expecting to see me withered and broken. Instead, I arrived in a dress of liquid gold that clung to every curve of my body figure, slit so high that every step teased the viewers with a glimpse of my inner thighs.

I wasn't looking for Julian. I was looking for his greatest business rival, Elias Thorne.

Elias was a man built of muscle and cold ambition, but the moment he saw me, his eyes darkened with a heat that had nothing to do with business. I approached him at the private balcony, the scent of expensive bourbon and my own arousal hanging in the air.

"I heard you were mourning," Elias rumbled, his gaze locked on the breasts' shape straining against the gold silk.

"I'm celebrating," I whispered, stepping into his space. "And I want to celebrate with you."

I didn't wait for an invite. I reached down and palmed him through his custom-tailored slacks. His dick shape was monstrous-thick, long, and already rock-hard. I could feel the throb against my palm. I led him to the darkened library, locking the heavy oak doors behind us.

I turned around and bent over the mahogany desk, my pearls clattering against the wood. I hooked my fingers into my lace thong and pulled it aside, revealing my pussy shape-plump, swollen, and already pussy dripping with a slick, translucent heat that caught the dim light.

"Fuck," Elias growled. He didn't waste time. He was behind me in an instant, his hands gripping my hips so hard they'd leave bruises.

He started with a rough, wet licking and frolicking, his tongue driving deep into my slit, tasting the salt and the honey of my desperation. I arched my back, my body figure a perfect invitation. The sucking sounds he made as he worked my clit with his lips sent shivers straight to my core.

When he finally entered me, it was a brutal, glorious invasion. He filled me completely, stretching my walls to their limit. Every thrust was a wet, slapping sound that echoed in the silent library. I felt my pussy clenching around him, milking every inch of his thick length.

"Julian is a fool," he hissed into my ear, his teeth grazing my lobe.

The mention of his name sent me over the edge. The pressure built, a heavy, liquid fire in my lower belly. I let out a choked scream as the squirt hit the mahogany desk, a hot, rhythmic spray that soaked Elias's shirt and the documents beneath us.

I was still pulsing when he hit his limit. He growled, his body tensing as he delivered a massive creampie, the warm cum surging into me in thick, heavy pulses. I felt the cum overflowing, trickling down my legs and onto the expensive rug.

I stood up, adjusting my dress, feeling the heavy wetness between my legs. I looked at Elias, who was still catching his breath.

"That was for Julian," I said with a sharp, predatory smile. "But the next one? That's just for me

The wet warmth between my thighs was a constant reminder of my victory over Elias, but it wasn't enough. Julian needed to see exactly what he was missing. He needed to see how easily his "Ice Queen" had melted into a puddle of pure, unadulterated lust for another man.

I checked into a high-end boutique hotel under a fake name and summoned a "service provider" I'd met through the underground networks. His name was Jax-a man with a body figure built for one thing: stamina.

"I have a special request," I said, pointing to the tripod I'd set up facing the king-sized bed. "I want every drop, every sound, and every inch recorded. High definition."

Jax didn't ask questions. He stripped, revealing a dick shape that was terrifyingly thick and perfectly veined, pulsing with every heartbeat. I matched him, shedding my clothes to reveal my breasts' shape, heavy and swaying as I moved toward him. I was already pussy dripping, the slick trail glistening on my inner thighs in the harsh studio lighting.

I started the recording.

"Julian," I whispered to the lens, my voice dripping with honeyed malice. "Watch closely. This is what a real man looks like."

I dropped to my knees, giving the camera a front-row seat to the oral show. The sucking sounds were loud and wet, my throat working rhythmically over Jax's length. I used my tongue for a slow, agonizing licking and frolicking around the head of his cock, capturing the way the pre-cum beaded on his skin.

Then, I turned around, presenting my pussy shape to the camera. It was flushed a deep pink, the lips swollen and wet with a constant, heavy drip. Jax stepped up behind me, his hands kneading my glutes as he positioned himself.

The first thrust was a wet, slapping sound that echoed in the room. I let out a loud, guttural moan, my head tossing back. The camera caught everything-the way my pussy stretched to accommodate his girth, the friction creating a white, foamy lather of juices.

"Harder," I commanded, my eyes locked on the red recording light.

The pace became frantic. The body figure of us joined together was a masterpiece of carnality. I felt the pressure mounting, that familiar, heavy ache in my lower belly. I arched my back, my fingers digging into the silk sheets as the squirt erupted-a violent, rhythmic spray that hit the lens of the camera, blurring the image with my own heat.

Jax didn't slow down. He gripped my waist, his own climax hitting like a freight train. He delivered a massive, messy creampie, the warm cum surging into me in thick waves. I stayed there for a moment, letting the cum overflow and trickle down my legs for the final shot.

I walked over to the camera, my skin flushed and glistening with sweat and fluids. I hit "Stop" and "Send."

Julian's phone was about to become the hottest thing in his life. And I was just getting warmed up

The blue light of my phone illuminated the dark backseat of the car. Message Seen. Julian had watched the video. My skin prickled with a cold, vengeful electricity. But the night was young, and the Sterling family tree had more than one branch worth shaking.

Enter Leo-Julian's younger brother. Unlike Julian's calculated coldness, Leo was all raw impulse and repressed heat. I found him at The Obsidian Lounge, a subterranean club where the bass vibrated through the floorboards and into the soles of my feet. He was drinking alone, his eyes tracking every woman in the room until they landed on me.

"You're insane," he whispered as I slid into the booth beside him, the scent of my recent escapade still faintly clinging to my skin. "Julian is losing his mind because of that video."

"Then let's give him a reason to lose the rest of it," I purred, my hand sliding under the table.

I didn't go for his hand. I went straight for his crotch. Even through the expensive denim, his dick shape was unmistakable-thick, straight, and already twitching against my palm. I leaned in, my breasts' shape pressing firmly against his arm, the nipples hard enough to poke through the thin silk of my bodice.

"The VIP restroom. Thirty seconds," I commanded.

The restroom was a marble-and-gold sanctuary of filth. As soon as the bolt clicked, Leo had me pressed against the cold stone wall. He didn't ask; he just hoisted my skirt. I was already pussy dripping, the slick, hot nectar coating my thighs. My pussy shape was swollen, a vivid, aching pink that demanded to be filled.

"God, you're a mess," Leo groaned, his breath hitching as he saw the glistening moisture.

He dropped to his knees. The licking and frolicking began with a feral intensity. He used his tongue like a weapon, swirling around my clit with a heavy, wet pressure. The sucking sounds were amplified by the marble acoustics, a rhythmic, slurping music that drowned out the muffled bass from the club. I gripped his hair, pulling him closer as his face became soaked with my heat.

When he stood up and freed himself, his cock was a masterpiece of tension. I guided him in, a slow, agonizing slide that felt like molten lead. My body figure arched back, my heels clicking against the marble as he began a frantic, driving pace.

Every thrust sent a fresh wave of pussy dripping down his balls. I could feel my internal walls pulsing, milking the length of him. The proximity to Julian's bloodline made the pleasure sharper, more forbidden.

"I'm... I'm gonna..." Leo gasped, his hands bruising my hips.

"Do it," I hissed. "Fill me with everything he threw away."

The climax hit us both like a physical blow. I felt the familiar, heavy rush-the squirt erupted in a hot, rhythmic spray that painted the gold-rimmed mirror behind us. Simultaneously, Leo buckled, delivering a violent creampie. The warm cum surged into me, thick and relentless, overflowing past my lips and running down my legs in white, messy streaks.

I pulled away, leaving him leaning against the sink, breathless and broken. I checked my makeup in the blurred mirror, the cum still dripping onto the floor.

"Tell your brother I said hello," I whispered, stepping back out into the neon haze