JacobAs she stormed out, rage simmered beneath my skin, clawing its way through flesh and bone—I was seething. More furious at myself than her; if only I had treated her as she deserved, none of this would be happening. She would still be in my arms, where she belonged. Yet, I couldn't deny the anger I felt towards her too—the mere thought of her with another man ignited a sadistic fury within me. God, I swore I wasn't a sadist, but the thoughts swirling in my mind tempted me to envision a myriad of ways to kill her new date, to make his demise agonizing each and every time. A very slow and painful death—every fucking time.A guttural groan escaped me, drawing the attention of my friend who was casually tending to the plants, but then he decided to ignore me. This jerk was also to be blamed—Evelyn had his fucking attitude—snarky, moody, stubborn.I stormed outside, entering the garden with purpose. "You know she's fucking going on a date?!" I barked, my fists clenching at my sides. I
EvelynIn the dark, the strong hands stealthily slipped under the cover, pulling down my panties and gliding upwards to cup my breasts still encased in lace and silk.I moaned at the feeling, my back arching, I involuntarily ended up pressing myself more into his body. It was him—I didn't need to open my eyes to realize that. His familiar cologne enveloped me, a heady concoction that stirred memories and desires. The warmth of his body pressed against mine, igniting a fire that threatened to consume us both. And his touch, oh, his touch—it could only belong to one person. Him—unmistakably him—My Ruin.His lips brushed against mine, his warm breathing fanning my face, my breathing constantly getting heavier as his hand slowly moved to land on my bare, wet, aching pussy, and he rubbed slow yet ruthless circles there.Oh god...I couldn't dare to open my eyes because I knew if I did—I would crumble into his arms. Completely."Will you meet that guy again?" He asked, lowly, a possessive e
JacobAs I paced back and forth in the dimly lit room, the early morning light barely making a dent in the heavy shadows, I felt the weight of exhaustion pressing down on me like a physical force. Sleep had eluded me, slipping through my grasp like sand through clenched fists, as thoughts of her, and only her, tormented my mind. Evelyn Fernandez—the woman, wrapped in indifference and fury, who seemed to had sworn to make my life a living hell for me. And indeed she was succeeding.Like for real—Her blatant disregard for me, like I was some kind of contagious disease to be avoided at all costs, cut deeper than any knife. And as if it wasn’t enough, she chose to gallivant off with random, meaningless, stupid boys. It was evident—she wanted to torture me and she was clearly winning this game.I was teetering on the edge of insanity, consumed by rage and desperation. But what recourse did I have? She was a locked door, impervious to reason or plea, reveling in the misery she inflicted upo
EvelynI could feel his eyes on me the whole time, stripping away the scant clothing I wore. I fucking knew how much he wanted to touch me, to have his hands on me, lips on mine. His struggle only fueled my own desire of increasing his turmoil.That's where Cameron came in to help. I was glad I invited him to this impromptu pool party and more glad that he showed up. Unlike me, he was totally invested in whatever that was going on between us. I wouldn’t dare to put a name on it. So yeah, it was only natural for him to be there and try to spend time with me. Honestly, I did enjoy talking to him. Cameron was a good guy—a gentleman. But he didn't ignite those sparks, didn't make me feel the breathtaking chase and thrill that Jacob did. He didn't make my skin crawl or my heart race, nor did he evoke that deep urge to watch him for hours without blinking. He made me feel nothing—absolutely nothing.And could this ever suffice for someone who was used to feeling everything at once?I wonder
EvelynMy moan, which slipped past my lips, resounded in the kitchen, and another sound climbed up my throat as his lips, cool with the touch of ice, trailed along the delicate network of veins on my neck. His hand on my thigh tightened as his hips ground against mine, making sure I felt every bit of his hardness and the memory of him once inside of me, hard and throbbing came crashing over my mind.God! Now that he was this close, I knew how much I missed the way he fucked me. His hard cock inside of me.I was already so fucking aroused, and what made it worse was that I had missed feeling this wet. Only he could make me feel this way. Only he had the power to draw forth such raw desire from within me, every nerve tingling with anticipation, every pore slick with sweat, every inch of my being ablaze with need.His grip on my thighs tightened as he pressed against me, coaxing forth a whimper and coaxing my eyelids shut in response.I shouldn’t be enjoying this.We were done! He broke
EvelynThe evening unfolded, setting the stage for a casual barbecue on the patio. Mason and Eliot had taken up the roles of chefs, with Mason offering his help, albeit in a manner that made me wish he hadn't bothered. Outside, the air carried a chilly bite, the grass beneath my feet teasing my skin with its gentle tickle. Jacob's gaze seemed to linger on me persistently, subtle yet undeniable.This felt good. Atleast, distracting enough.Jacob, Clara, and Dad had joined us just half an hour earlier, settling comfortably on the patio. It had been Jennie's suggestion to invite them, and they graciously accepted, offering a few guidelines to navigate our somewhat chaotic cooking session.Slipping on a loose white shirt over my bikini, leaving a few buttons undone, and allowing my messy hair to fall over my shoulders, I took a seat beside Cameron. He lit a cigarette, the smoke curling lazily as his blue eyes met mine. The simple act of him placing the cigarette between his lips brought f
Warning/ Trigger warning This book contains strong mature content and illicit language, read at your own risk. *****A soft chuckle escaped his lips as he leaned closer, his warm breath grazing my ear, causing a shiver to run down my spine. "What's your reason, may I ask?"I swallowed hard, my voice barely a whisper as I confessed, "I... I had a hangover."Jacob's lips brushed against my earlobe, "People only drink for two reasons, Evelyn," he murmured, the sensation sending a jolt through my body and I clenched my thighs together, "Either for pleasure or pain."If I wasn't in the pool, surely my arousal could have proven to be enough of a good reason for my dampened panties. "What is your reason?" "Both." I unknowingly confessed and A smirk curved on his tempting lips, his eyes glinting with a knowing spark."I see. You appear rather stressed. Is there anything I can do to help you relax?" That suggestive tone.....******A few days ago: Evelyn "You have no right to look this b
Evelyn.The morning sunlight infiltrated the room through the window, its warm rays rousing me from my slumber. I reluctantly pried my eyes open, only to have them promptly shut again in protest against the intrusive light.Letting out a disgruntled sigh, I buried my face in the pillow, hoping to shield myself from the unwelcome morning.Mornings. Ugh! I despised them with a passion.Even more than my periods.Groaning, I finally dragged myself out of bed, deliberately averting my gaze from the blinding sun, I stumbled my way to the bathroom. As usual, I brushed my teeth at a tortoise's pace, trying to delay the inevitable start of the day.As usual, I brushed my teeth at a tortoise's pace and took a shower. I made sure to scrub away any remnants of sleep, unwilling to risk looking like a ghost amidst the uncertainty of potential guests.While the gathering had mostly been arranged amongst family members, I vaguely recalled my dad mentioning a few of his friends being invited, too.I