Novels by B.J

Rose’s POVThe inner walls of my pussy gripped him tightly while drenching him, betraying every word of protest. My mouth hung open in a low broken cry. “Ahh! Fuuuck!” My legs parted wider on their own as I braced against the window ledge. My boobs pressed against the cool glass, sending sparks of electric pleasure racing through me while my legs trembled. “You’re so fucking wet!” He breathed suddenly close to my ear. “So soaked for someone who doesn't want his bitch!” He hissed as he drove into me. The deeper he plunged, the more I felt like a complete whore, lost in the filthy thrill of his thick cock hammering my pussy. “Yess, Mmmm!” I gasped. His heavy balls slapped against my swollen clit with every savage thrust, stretching me wide as my tongue lolled out against the glass. My gaze locked onto the people below who carried on with their day. The more I watched them, the tighter my pussy clenched. Damn, I loved it. I loved being taken mercilessly with the thrilling risk

Rose’s POVAfter that risky hallway encounter with Travis the convict, I could not shake his image from my mind.Trust me, he was not the only guy claiming my cunt. I had a few other men, and I loved every one of them.They could use me however they wanted without them knowing. I mean, what was the thrill of riding one cock when I could offer myself freely to many others?After all, I kept them from boredom, but something about Travis burned wilder.It was as though he knew me deeply. Even though I was seventeen years older than him. Yeah seventeen, damn me I have a nineteen year old daughter, but I can't help it, coupled with the fact that he had mastered how I love to be pounded.The memory alone made my pussy dripped with juices.Though I would love to have some at the moment but I knew they were probably out in the field doing some work, which left me to stare from my window.I looked down at the field to catch a glimpse of him, yet I could not find him.So I searched with my eye

Travis's POVThe other guard's footsteps faded down the dimly lit corridor. The further we moved forward, the deeper the dark swallowed the passage.We lingered in the main hallway just outside the restricted wing where patrols swept by every few minutes. The danger was stupidly high, yet I knew the spot was ideal.Ideal for a whore like her.One thing I had observed was her craving for degradation while being taken, and that served as the perfect weapon I needed to shatter her resistance and claim her as my personal slut.All of a sudden, I walked toward her completely. My body pinned her against the wall as my stare hardened.“You really are something else, bitch, and I must reward you,” I spat.Her cheeks burned crimson as her eyes scanned the area. They dipped for half a second before snapping back to mine.My gaze tracked every twitch as she sank her teeth into her lower lip. “You shouldn't call me that here,” she whispered. Her fingers fluttered at her sides as though battli

Travis's POVWith the way she bit her lips and her eyes flickered to my crotch, I knew she was just one of those bitch inmates who donated pussy like it was charity.So I did not bother to wait for her answer. I spun her around and pressed her body against the cold concrete wall of the storage room.She arched her ass toward me. “You seem in a hurry, huh?” she asked, and my lips twitched.I needed to be fast so I could go back and continue with that prison guard.I yanked her prison-issued pants down to her ankles with one rough motion. “Yeah, bitch, we gotta be quick. We don't want them catching us before we get our fill, do we?” I asked as my finger brushed through her cunt.And damn, she was soaked. Her pussy glistened and was ready from whatever her useless boyfriend had started.I stroked her cunt. “Fuuck...Mmm,” she moaned desperately as I kicked her legs apart, withdrew my finger from her cunt, and rubbed my thick cock along her dripping hole.“Please, just fuck me already—I n

Travis's POV That night I ravaged her mouth and her pussy recklessly until they leaked with my cum.She could barely walk properly as she staggered out of the cells.Shaking the thought away as I dragged my feet sluggishly behind the man who came to drag me out of the cells to meet with the other inmates for work. “When am I getting out of here?” I asked. He glanced at me with a scowl. “The day you learn manners and stop doing drugs while driving, psycho. The man you hit is still in the hospital so you better pray he stays alive,” he said with a careless shrug. I rolled my eyes at his words.I did not know how many times I had to inform them it was not entirely my fault, but yet here I was and my cowardly girlfriend who happened to be in the car with me that night had fled. She fucking ran away, leaving me to deal with this mess. “Go on, you guys need to clear up all this area,” he pointed at the place littered with trash. My eyes widened. “You mean we have to clean up tha

Travis's POVI grabbed her plump, rounded ass and delivered a stinging smack, tearing a sharp gasp from her lips.“You should get into it, jerk,” she murmured. I scoffed and landed another fierce slap on her ass.“You don't get to tell me what to do, bitch!” I snapped back. I pried her ass cheeks apart to expose her already soaked hole.I traced my finger along her slick entrance. A smirk tugged at my lips. “Getting wet already after acting like a saint earlier,” I sneered. She whimpered against my touch.I licked my lips as I shoved my pants and briefs down to free my thick, rock-hard cock.Without hesitation, I held her waist and drove my cock into her dripping core in one savage, unrelenting thrust.“Ahh!” She gasped as I buried every thick inch of my cock balls-deep inside her greedy pussy.Her walls stretched around me instantly. Her cunt wrapped around me, she was so wet, pulsing and gripping me like a velvet vice.“Fuuuck—oh my god, yess!” She moaned this time without hiding t

**Amelia's POV**I squinted against the sunlight streaming through the window. My body felt heavy when I tried to shift, it felt like something was pulling me down. I turned my head sluggishly. It was Nico, sleeping peacefully beside me.For the past few weeks, he had been the one taking care of everything. He fed me, made sure I didn’t lift a finger, didn’t let me stress myself. He barely slept himself, yet here he was, finally resting. He looked peaceful. I tried to get up but he held me tighter."Nico.." I whispered softly.He blinked, he looked at me for a few seconds like a lost alien. Then he closed his eyes again. And went right back to sleep.“Hmm… Nico, I need to use the restroom,” I muttered. While brushing his hair softly.His eyes fluttered open. He groaned a little, then moved his hand from my waist. Without saying a word, he turned over and drifted back to sleep.Nico’s such a heavy sleeper. But I don’t blame him. He’s been the one taking care of me, while still handlin

**Nico’s POV**I walked into the room she was admitted. My foot steps were steady but slow. Machines buzzed at a steady pace. Tubes. Monitors. Wires.And her.She seemed to be sleeping peacefully.Too peaceful for the storm that had recently shake our world.I pulled up a chair, and sat by her bed, I softly held her hand.“Amelia.” I whispered. “You are not leaving on me.” Do you hear me? You have already saved me once. Please don’t let me learn to live without you.”I kissed her hand and held it to my chest.I killed the man who harmed you. Now I will annihilate the one who planned all of it.”I looked at her face. My eyes heavy with the promise I made next.“And when you wake up, I’ll still be here. Waiting for you.”My seat was placed next to Amelia’s bed.I had not left her side. It’s been three days.Three days of torture.I observed every rise and drop of her chest.Every flutter of her fingers.Every movement beneath her closed eyes gave me hope she was still battling within.

** Nico's POV**"Go. Now boss, I will shield you. Move now!" Matteo yelled. As gunfire ripped through the corridor in the distance. I grasped Amelia closer to my chest, her blood warm and soaking my shirt. Her breaths came in shallow gasps. Her face was as white as sheet. Too pale. "Stay with me," I murmured as I ran down the hallway, ducking garbage and stepping over the corpses we had left behind. "You are not leaving like this. not after all that. Don't sleep, please stay with me. Her fingers slightly moved against my hand. She heard me. That was enough to keep me going. Matteo and Rocco covered fire behind me. In every direction, the alarms had been triggered, red lights flashed. Steel doors started locking, but yet we were ahead of them. "East corridor is clear!" Torres yelled over his comms. "Helipad is two minutes away!" "Hold that bird!" Matteo commanded back. My boots slippery with blood, as we marched through the last corridor. But my arms burned from

**Nico’s POV**Shadows were slicing through the dark as the wind howled across the ridge.The four of us.No heavy equipment.Only blades, silencers, and one direction in mind.The abandoned observatory loomed ahead, barely lit. Its tower broke like a historic ruin. But we were not headed for what was above.The real danger was underground.The steel door rusted but was locked with a contemporary fingerprint scanner, therefore I crouched low at the service exit.Rocco moved forward holding a little gadget.“Thirty seconds,” he murmured.I checked the tree line behind us. There is no movement yet.The lock clicked shut.We were in.The hallway ahead was cold, with cramped cement walls and blinking overhead lights. It was so calm. Too Silent.We marched in single file. Every noise had mattered.Torres led the way, disabling cameras and sensors. Matteo took the rear, scanning for any movement.Then we heard a noise.Laughs from distant voices.Few guards coming from the far corridor. Pro

**Amelia’s POV**The silence in this place wasn’t natural.It was too thick.And too quiet.The kind of quiet that warned you that something dangerous is listening.I sat on the edge of a cold metal bed, staring at the glass door. Hours had passed since Lyra left me. The lights overhead never dimmed. There were no windows, no clocks, nothing to mark time.Just a room that watched.And waited.Then… the door opened.No knock.No sound.Just movement.Two guards stepped in. Behind them, the same man that spoke to me days ago.V.He stepped in.He wasn’t tall like Nico. He wasn’t broad, or brutal in appearance. No. V was refined. Elegant in a sharp grey suit. Pale skin. Charcoal, soulless eyes that flicked over me with clinical interest.“Amelia,” he greeted softly, as if we were meeting at a formal dinner.I didn’t speak.His smile didn’t fade. “It’s a pleasure. That you're still here today.”I stood slowly. My knees shook, but I forced them still.“You’ve been hiding behind shadows,” I

**Nico’s POV**Trust is like a glass.Once it gets cracked, it never holds the same weight again.And right now, I was surrounded by too many people holding hammers.I walked into the middle of the compound yard and ordered Matteo to gather every single man. No one was exempt, drivers, techs, guards, soldiers, even the ones I trusted most.They came quickly, lining up in rows, confusion on their faces.I climbed the steps above them and looked out over my empire. The men I grew with. My voice came sharp, deadly and very cold.“There’s a traitor among us.”Murmurs broke out instantly.I raised my voice. “Someone gave away Amelia’s location. Someone knew we were closing in and ran to V like a dog with its tail between its legs.”Silence fell.I descend the step, and walked in front of them slowly, my gaze fixed on everyone."I don't care who you are, or how many hours you have spent for me." If we don't locate the rat in the next ten minutes... I halted, my voice lowering to a deadly wh