Chapter: Fùck me please… ( Brother’s Roommate) ~~Shirley~~ “Fuck me, please… Damien… break me… I want it so badly…” I gasped, barely realizing I was begging. It was as if I were pleading for candy, desperate and needy. He gave a smug smile, licking my earlobe before trailing down my flat tummy, then along my thighs. My juices ran freely, dripping from my pussy onto his fingers and my thighs. He licked them up greedily, not letting a single drop escape. He knelt before me, lifting my legs onto his shoulders. He tried to push his cock inside me, but it was difficult without his hands supporting me. With a growl, he dropped my legs and bent forward. A thick rope of spit coated my cunt as he spread my legs wide again, then hungrily sucked at my clit. His mouth was tight, demanding, rough. “Fuck! Fuck… yes!” I cried, pushing his head harder against me. With one hand pressed against the mattress for support, he aligned himself and slowly guided his cock into my virgin pussy. Inch by inch, he slid inside, the head
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Chapter: Beg for my Cüm… (Bestfriend’s Roommate) ~~Shirley~~ I tried to clamp my thighs together, desperate to stop it… not because I didn’t want it, but because the electric heat, the relentless thrusting of his fingers, was driving my brain to the edge. My head felt like it would burst, and yet my pussy betrayed me, sliding wetly against him, begging for more. My legs parted almost on their own, forced aside, and a groan escaped me as he pressed his weight against my left thigh, heat and dominance burning through every nerve. “Damien… what are you doing?” I whispered, my voice trembling, half fear, half need. He leaned closer, his voice low, rough, yet deliberate. “Let me give you your first orgasm… pumpkin.” “You’re not supposed to…” I breathed, a protest that sounded more like begging than denial. Slowly, deliberately, he crawled up toward me, eyes locked on mine, dark and hungry. His hand still buried inside me, pumping, curling, each movement rough, precise, cruelly perfect. My back arched off the couch as my hip
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Chapter: Brother’s Roommate…3 ~~Shirley~~ Shirl… why didn’t you call?” Lucien asked, his brows pulled together. “Oh… call… that was—” I stuttered, realizing I should have, but instead I’d been caught up with this cocky bastard right here. “Sorry… I forgot. And besides, my phone battery was completely dead…” I muttered. “You should’ve asked for mine. I’d have assisted… just like I was offering to help earlier,” Damien chipped in smoothly, without anyone asking him. I shot him a glare. “Well… since you’re here now, it’s fine.” I turned back to Lucien, stepping closer, tilting my head up, smiling at him like some wet puppy begging for his attention. He took my hands suddenly. My whole body jolted. That same electric rush shot through me—the one I always felt around Lucien. That filthy craving to have him touch me, ruin me, split me open and fuck my virginity right out of existence. “Lu… you didn’t tell me your sister looked this good,” Damien cut in, his voice dragging me out of my fantasy. He smirked
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Chapter: Bestfriend’s Roommate…2 ~~Shirly~~ While his breath grazed my skin, every nerve in my body screamed in arousal. I couldn’t believe how someone could be so smug, so rude… yet just the press of his skin against mine was turning me into a trembling, dripping mess. "Maybe I don’t want to know… you can forget about it… he’s my… and I know he wouldn’t have said anything bad about me to your new guest…" I gasped, trying to sound calm, to reassure him… even as my pussy pulsed and throbbed under his touch. But I wanted to know. God, I wanted him to talk, to tease, to make me ache. I wanted him closer—wanted the heat of him pressed against me until my fantasies, the ones I’d been hiding, threatened to explode. And I couldn’t help it—I had always imagined Lucien, breaking me open, taking my virginity with that cock I’d been dreaming about. And now a stranger in my brother’s house, his roommate maybe… the thought of surrendering to him, of letting him have me, made my cunt clench and my breath hitch. I wan
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Chapter: Brother’s Roomate ~~Shirly~~ MY STEPBROTHER'S BESTFRIEND. It was dark and quiet, the kind of silence that wrapped around the whole house. Everyone was asleep. Or at least, they should have been. I wasn’t dreaming when I felt it—fingers sliding deep into my pussy, curling and pumping like they owned me. My body jerked, but I couldn’t move. I couldn’t even cry out, not with the moans already strangled in my throat. My hand shot up to my mouth, muffling the sounds that wanted to escape as his fingers drove deeper. I should’ve screamed. I should’ve pushed him away. But my body betrayed me, opening up for every thrust, my wetness giving me away. Heat rolled through me, my thighs trembling around his hand. A low groan brushed against my thighs, hot and deep, and that was when it hit me. Damien. My brother’s best friend. The bastard was finger-fucking me while everyone else slept just a wall away. ~~~~~ I was new in town, clueless about most places, when Mom decided I’d be st
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Chapter: I begged, I cum… ~~Joan~~ I didn’t realize I could be handled so roughly… but it was everything I had ever dreamed of. Those huge hands… the way he could control me, make me completely his. Without a word, he lifted me and dropped me onto the bed. I scrambled instinctively, but he had me exactly where he wanted. This time, I had the clearest view of everything—my eyes already wet from the relentless torture of my pussy. My legs spread on their own, instinctively, opening wide to that gigantic cock of his—still rock hard, swollen, ready to split me in half, to ruin me completely. “No, pumpkin… I don’t fuck from the front. Daddy prefers from the back,” he said roughly. My eyes went wide. “Turn around… spread those legs… get on all fours. This is exactly what you begged for. Now let Daddy fuck you and show you who owns that tight little cunt,” he growled. His fingers trailed from the edge of my ass up my back to my bra. He didn’t unhook it gently—he tore it off. A wicked shiver ran th
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Chapter: Wine Over Sex… Rhysand. It takes me twenty minutes before I realize Rain might not be honoring my invitation. My phone sits face-up on the table. The last text I sent her~~Still waiting on an answer, mushroom.~~has been read for twenty-three minutes…and counting. No reply. Not a single fucking dot. I run a hand through my hair, jaw tight. She’s not coming. The thought lodges in my chest like a blade. Did I try too hard? Maybe her mother has done something to make her stay away? Maybe she’s too tired to answer while I sit here like a fool with dinner getting cold and my cock aching for the only woman who can ruin me. Restless, I sling off my shirt, leaving only sweatpants slung low on my hips, the waistband barely clinging to my waist. The fabric does nothing to hide how hard I’m getting just thinking about her. The city lights bleed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, painting silver streaks across my apartment. I pace barefoot in front of the table I spent the last hour set
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Chapter: Cupcakes… Rain. I break the hug with Caiden slowly, the warmth of his arms lingering on my skin even after I step back. The apartment suddenly feels smaller, the air heavier than it was when I walked in. I glance around—nothing looks obviously different. But something is off. The atmosphere is thick, tense, like the room is holding its breath. My eyes land on Crysta. She’s half sitting on the back of the couch, arms crossed, face pale in a way that has nothing to do with her usual foundation shade being too light. Normally, when a rich man walks into her orbit, her eyes light up like slot machines, lips curving into that predatory smile she thinks is seductive. She preens. She poses. She starts calculating how much she can squeeze out of him before he figures out she’s a leech. Right now she looks… small. Cornered. Her mouth is pressed into a thin line, eyes darting between Caiden and me like she’s waiting for a bomb to go off. It’s not normal. Not even a little. I turn back to
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Chapter: Thorns… Caiden. The evening has cooled into that crisp, indifferent air that makes the city feel sharper around the edges. I ease my new Bentley to the curb in front of Rain’s building. The streetlights paint everything in sickly orange. I kill the engine and step out, the door closing with a soft thud behind me. The building looms ahead—five stories of faded brick and flickering entry lights, the kind of place that looks respectable enough during the day but turns tired and suspicious after dark. I wrinkle my nose as I breathe in the faint smell of exhaust, yesterday’s garbage outside and years of other people’s lives clinging to the air. It’s not exactly terrible—not by city standards—but it offends me on principle. Rain shouldn’t have to breathe this. She deserves light, clean air, high floors and an unlimited view. Much better than this. I balance the slim white box from the pastries in one hand and adjust the cuffs of my suit jacket with the other. It’s charcoal wool, I h
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Chapter: Offices And Secrets… Rain. Caiden’s office is everything I expected and nothing like Rhysand’s. Where Rhysand’s building feels like a fortress with dark wood, sharp lines, cold glass walls that make you feel caged, Caiden’s is different. Sunlight pours through tall windows overlooking the river and slides over the company name mounted on the wall—Bluehorse Cyber Group. There’s a faint scent of cedar and coffee, and the space feels lived-in despite the little furniture. I’m sitting on the edge of one of the armchairs in the room, sketchpad open on my lap, pencil hovering over a half-finished mood board for his executive floor. It’s been a week since the sex in Rhysand’s car and though I haven’t said anything about his confessions and claim over me. I haven’t ignored him either. My phone buzzes in my hand and I check the text from him. ~~Thinking of you~~ I smile. My mind flashes back to the backseat of his car, and for a moment my thighs actually clench. ~~I’m busy with work, right n
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Chapter: Backseat Heat… Rain. The fire in my chest feels like it’ll never quench. All the anger from finding out Crysta had gone to meet Rhysand. From reading the call logs and texts to Rhysand she thought she deleted. All the fear and rage had collided as I rushed to the cafe to stop whatever disaster was about to unfold. Now I’m pouring all that fear and rage on Rhysand. I rip off his belt and fling it away not caring where it lands. His hands pull roughly at my jeans and I lift off to aid him drag it down my thighs, my panties going with it. I wriggle free of it and kick them off, leaving my pussy bare and dripping. I return to my goal of getting his cock. I claw at his pants, dragging down enough for his cock to spring. My movements are impatient, jerky and so fucking desperate. After the morning we had yesterday, I didn’t think I’d back here so soon, needing him, wanting him inside me, hoping to burn with me. “Maybe we should—” I cut him off as I grip his cock in my hand and squeeze.
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Chapter: Storms And Cafes.. Rhysand. The café Crysta picked sits on a quiet corner of the city, outdoor tables shaded by wide umbrellas that ripple in the late-afternoon breeze of the next day. I choose a table near the edge of the exit and wait. Crysta arrives ten minutes late, sauntering up in a tight sundress that clings in all the wrong ways for a “casual” meetup, her makeup heavy even in the daylight. She slides into the chair opposite me with a smile that’s all teeth, ordering a mimosa before I can even suggest coffee. Now she’s stirring the drink lazily, her eyes roaming over me like I’m on the menu. “You know, Rhysand,” she says, leaning forward so her cleavage strains against the fabric, “I’ve met a lot of men in my life. Powerful ones. Rich ones. But you… you’ve got that edge. Like you could break something without even trying.” Her foot brushes my calf under the table and lingers. I shift away, but she just laughs softly. “Rain never mentioned how intense you are. She’s so lucky. Always
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