Novels by Amanda Myles

Chapter 2The lock won’t budge. My fingers slip on the cold metal, panic clawing up my throat as I yank at the door again, the handle digging into my palm. Locked. The realization hits like a slap, he did this. He locked me in here with him. A growl rips from my chest, raw and animalistic, and I lunge for the exit again, my shoulder slamming against the glass. The impact jars through me, but I don’t stop, my breath coming in ragged gasps as I scratch at the door like a caged thing.Then his body is against mine,, pressing me flat against the glass. His chest crushes my back, his thighs pinning my legs in place, and I can feel him…hard, relentless, already winning. His lips brush the shell of my ear, his voice a dark murmur. "You want to leave? Prove it." His fingers dig into my hips, bruising, possessive, and I twist against him, my nails raking down his forearm. He doesn’t flinch. He laughs, low and rough, his breath hot against my neck as his other hand slides up my stomach, ove

Chapter 1I step through the wrought-iron gates, the clatter of the ticket booth closing behind me, and for a second, I let myself believe this might work, that the noise, the chaos, the press of strangers might drown out the voice in my head that won’t stop whispering you’re empty, you’re empty, you’re empty.I weave through the crowd, shoulders brushing against sweaty bodies, a group of teenagers stumbles past, laughing too loud, their hands sticky with caramel apples, and I envy them for a second, the way they move like they’re untouchable. I don’t have that luxury tonight. I came here to disappear, not to be seen.I walk to the fetish wheel and I hand over my tickets to a bored-looking carnie with stains on his fingers and step into the closest compartment. The metal bench is warm from the last rider’s body, the scent of cheap perfume and something musky lingering. The bar clanks shut behind me, and then, lift. Everything sways, the ground dropping away as the wheel groans into

Chapter 5The stranger doesn’t hold back. His thrusts are punishing, his balls slapping against Brandon’s skin with every snap of his hips. Brandon’s moans are a mix of pain and pleasure, his cock weeping precome, his body trembling with the effort of staying upright. The woman watches for a moment, her lips parted, her chest rising and falling with quick, shallow breaths, before she turns her attention back to me.“On your knees,” she orders, shoving me down.I hit the concrete hard, my cock bobbing, my breath leaving me in a rush. The woman straddles my chest, her leather skirt riding up her thighs as she settles her weight over me. Her pussy is bare, glistening, the scent of her arousal thick in the air. She doesn’t give me a chance to react before she’s grinding down against my mouth, her clit dragging over my lips, her thighs squeezing my head.“Lick,” she demands, her fingers tangling in my hair.I obey, my tongue flattening against her, lapping at her slick folds, my nose p

Chapter 4The whip cracks again, this time not against my skin but the cold concrete beside me, the sharp snap echoing through the warehouse like a gunshot. My pulse spikes, my cock twitching against the rough denim of my jeans, the fabric already damp with precome. The dark-haired woman’s laughter is low. Her fingers trail down my spine, nails scraping just hard enough to make me shudder before she grips the back of my neck, forcing my face forward.“Open,” she commands, her breath hot against my ear.I don’t have a choice. The glory hole is right there, the splintered wood digging into my forehead as I press my lips against the rough edge. The first cock pushes through before I can even brace myself… It’s thick, veiny, already glistening with precome. The stranger on the other side doesn’t waste time. His fingers tangle in my hair, yanking my head forward until my lips seal around the head, the salty bitterness of him flooding my tongue. I gag instantly, my throat rebelling, bu

Chapter 3The woman’s fingers trail down my spine, slow and deliberate, like she’s savoring the way my muscles tense under her touch. Her other hand still grips Cory’s hair, keeping him bent over the crate, his ass marked red from her spanking. My cock twitches, betraying me again, even as my mind screams to resist.“You’re going to learn what happens to little boys who think they can just take what they want,” she purrs, her voice dripping with amusement. Her heel clicks against the concrete as she steps back, her gaze raking over us like we’re livestock. “On your knees. Now.”Scott hesitates, his jaw clenched, but one sharp look from her sends him crashing to the floor. Cory follows, his breath ragged, his cock already half-hard despite the fear in his eyes. I drop last, the cold concrete biting into my knees. The woman hums in approval, her fingers brushing against the back of my neck before she yanks my head up by my hair.“Good boys,” she murmurs, though there’s nothing gentl

Chapter 2The blonde’s ass is already swaying in front of the next hole, her hips rolling in slow, deliberate circles like she’s daring me to take her. My dick twitches, still half-hard from the first round, but before I can even step forward, Scott’s hand slams onto my shoulder, shoving me back with a rough laugh. “Nah, man, this one’s mine.”I stumble, catching myself against the wall as Cory moves in like a fucking predator, his eyes locked onto the hole two down from the blonde, some redhead with a tattoo peeking over her shoulder, her fingers already working herself like she’s been waiting for this. The air in here is thick with the scent of sweat and pussy, the wet sounds of fingers slipping in and out of tight holes filling the space between the grunts of the guys still going at it further down the hall.My pulse is beat in my ears, my skin buzzing with the aftershock of coming so hard my vision blurred.Scott doesn’t waste a second. He’s on the blonde before I can blink, hi

Chapter 4The restaurant table is still warm beneath my bare back, the scent of sex and expensive wine thick in the air as Chad pulls me upright with a rough grip on my wrist. His lips crash against mine, no gentleness, just possession…his free hand tangling in my hair, yanking just enough to make me gasp into his mouth. “You’re coming with me,” he growls, the words vibrating against my lips. I don’t argue. I can’t. My body is still humming from the way he fucked me right here, where anyone could’ve walked in, where the waitstaff did walk in, their shocked gasps only making me wetter.He drags me through the kitchen, my clothes barely covering my ass, my thighs slick with him. The chefs and dishwashers don’t even look up, either they’re used to Chad Rivers’ antics, or they know better than to stare. The cold night air hits my skin as we spill out the back door into a narrow alley, the stink of garbage and damp concrete mixing with the musk of us. Chad shoves me against the brick

Chapter 3I exhale, my fingers twisting in my lap. “I don’t usually do this.”“Do what, Amanda?” His voice is a velvet purr, his foot brushing against mine under the table.This. The way my skin is too tight, the way my breath hitches every time he looks at me. The way I can feel the weight of his stare like a physical touch. “Dinner with… strangers.”He leans forward, his elbows on the table. “I’m not a stranger, angel. Not anymore.” His fingers trail over the back of my hand, slow, deliberate. “You’ve had my jersey on your body. My ball in your hands.” His thumb presses into my pulse point. “I think that makes us very well acquainted.”I should pull away. Should tell him to back off. But I don’t.The food comes, It looks rich and expensive , the kind of meal you eat with your eyes closed, savoring every bite. Chad watches me the whole time, his gaze darkening when I lick sauce from my lip, when I moan around a particularly perfect bite of steak.By the time dessert arrives, I’m ac

Chapter 2Then the Jumbotron flickers, and there I am. Holy shit. My face is blown up fifty feet tall, my hair a wild mess from the wind, my lips parted, eyes wide. And then the camera pans out, and there he is…Chad fucking Rivers, all six-foot-something of sweat-slicked, golden-skinned perfection, standing right in front of me like he’s been conjured out of thin air. His hair is damp with all the running, strands clinging to his forehead, and that stupid, sexy goatee frames a smirk that could melt panties from a mile away. But it’s his eyes that get me, they’re locked onto mine, dark and intense, like he’s already undressing me with them.And then I see him. My ex. Somewhere in the sea of faces, but the camera finds him anyway, zooming in on his pasty, furious face. His jaw is clenched so tight I can see the muscles twitching. He looks like he’s two seconds away from flipping a table. Good. Let him seethe. Let him watch.Chad doesn’t move. Doesn’t even blink. He’s just there, close

Chapter 1 I stormed out of the house so fast I barely registered the cold air smacking my cheeks. My hands were shaking, chest tight, throat burning. Everything in me felt like it was shattering.“Amanda, wait! Amanda, please,” Michael begged behind me.I heard the slap of his bare feet on the tiles, the rustle of his towel barely staying on.I didn’t stop.“Michael, you have to leave me alone right now!” I shouted over my shoulder. “Don’t come any closer!”But of course he didn’t listen. He never listened.“Fuck,” he rasped…half anger, half desperation, and in two long strides he caught me from behind, arms wrapping around my waist and lifting me off the floor.“Put me down!” I hissed, twisting in his grip.When he set me down, I spun and slapped him hard across the face. The sound cracked through the hallway like a gunshot.His cheek reddened instantly.And behind him, she stood in nothing but my ex’s T-shirt, her hair tousled, lips swollen, a smug smirk on her face like she enjoy

Chapter 6The locker room door slams shut behind my boyfriend, the sound echoing like a gunshot, but no one even flinches. The players don’t stop. They don’t care. Liam’s grip tightens around my wrist, yanking me back against his chest before I can even process the shock on my boyfriend’s face, his wide eyes, the way his mouth hangs open, the way his fingers twitch like he wants to reach for me but doesn’t dare.The sight of him should make me scream, should make me fight. But all I feel is the thick, pulsing press of Liam’s cock against my lower back, his breath hot on my neck as he growls, "Eyes on us, slut. He doesn’t get to watch unless he’s gonna join in."A whimper crawls up my throat, but it’s swallowed by the wet, obscene sounds filling the room, flesh slapping flesh, grunts, the slick squelch of Jen being used on the bench just a few feet away. She’s bent over, her ass in the air, Ryan’s massive hands spread wide over her hips as he pounds into her, his thighs slapping again

Chapter 5Ryan steps in front of me, his cock already half-hard, the marker open in his hand. He doesn’t hesitate, pressing the tip to my inner thigh, high enough that I’ll feel it every time I move. “R,” he says, his voice rough as he drags the marker across my skin, the ink cold and wet. “For Ryan.” His free hand joins Liam’s, his fingers stretching me alongside Liam’s, and I moan, my hips rocking into their touch. The dual penetration is overwhelming, their fingers thick and relentless, working me in a rhythm that has my knees shaking.“Please,” I whimper, not even sure what I’m begging for anymore. More? Less? The marker is passed again, this time to Jake, who drops to his knees in front of me, his breath hot against my stomach as he presses the tip just above my pubic bone.“J,” he murmurs, his tongue darting out to lick the fresh ink before it dries. The sensation of cold ink and hot tongue makes me jerk, my hands flying to his shoulders for balance. “For Jake.” His fingers rep