ログインBIANCAI could fucking hear them.These walls were thin as paper. No matter how quiet or careful you tried to be, they exposed every dirty little secret, every nasty moan in vivid detail.Tonight, our little sinner was Max.I know what you're thinking, and you're wrong. I don't care about him anymore. The only reason the sounds coming from his room made me uncomfortable was because I was supposed to be streaming tonight. After another couple weeks of ghosting my followers, they weren't gonna let my absence slide with anything less than what I fed them last time round. So the last thing I needed were those distracting noises from the room beside mine. After tossing and turning for what felt like hours, I finally snapped. I rolled out of bed and marched straight to his door.Did a part of me feel a little hypocritical? Maybe. But I didn't care. Not right now. I knocked hard, and the sounds inside stopped almost immediately.“Hey Max, are you in there? It's Bianca. Can we talk?”It
MAXShe rose on the balls of her feet and kissed me like she was starving.Her mouth was warm, demanding, her tongue sliding against mine in a desperate rhythm. I tried to pull back. Tried to explain that this was neither the time, nor the place. But the taste of her exploded at the back of my throat and all rational thought vanished.I kissed her back just as hard, hands already roaming over her soaked dress, searching for the zipper..The sky cracked open above us, pouring rain down in heavy sheet. The cold soaked through our clothes, but neither of us cared. My fingers finally found the zipper, but right before peeling the wet fabric off her shoulders… my need settled into a smarter but impatient ordeal“Mia” I breathed, barely able to get the words between kisses. “Wanna come back to my place?”***The storm had only grown angrier by the time we reached the house. Soaking the cotton until my skin was visible underneath my white shirt. My leather jacket had barely done enough to k
MIA[Want to come pick me up?]I clicked send without hesitation, the caption a mere appetizer compared to the picture that followed. My tight, sleeveless gown clung to every curve, thin enough for the fluorescent lights overhead to trace the shape of my body beneath it.You see, I wanted to fuck Max from the moment I laid eyes on him.No, scratch that.I knew I was gonna fuck him the second I found out he was Brian's brother.Fucking that asshole’s brother in the room next to his probably wasnt enough to get his attention, but at least it'd satisfy that vain, arrogant part of me that wanted to get back at the man that ruined me!Brian Callaghan. I despised him with every bone in my body… and I was so close to capitalising on that emotion at Pedro's shooting range. But… it didn't happen.I hesitated… and Max… didn't push. I didn't know why, but I couldn't care less. It was probably even for the best, because I wanted him to take me home and fuck me there… sprawled on his bed while
MAXRebecca's new place was nothing like what she'd described. When she told me she’d moved, I expected another low-key downtown apartment. Something like the shabby home her boyfriend had nearly pummeled me to death in.Well, ex-boyfriend now. But this… …This was a little over the top.The engine of my bike purred to a halt in front of her gates, and the automatic bars slid open before I'd even done a thing.A sprawling mansion came into focus a couple meters away, lit up by a small garden in front and a clear pool a breath away. She really went big this time round. I walked into her home, noticing there was nothing like security except for the silver-plated gates that closed behind me.The second I made it to her porch, she texted:“Went out to get some stuff for lunch. Be back in thirty minutes. Hannah’ll let you in. Don't do anything stupid.”Stupid? Me? Impossible!I smiled to myself and slid my phone back into my pockets. Seconds after I rang the doorbell, a fluttery voice
Chapter 83BIANCA“Do we really have to do this?” I muttered.Tiffany glanced back at me, her expression saying more than words ever could.I swallowed hard, but still… I couldn't manage to convince myself that I didn't want to be here. I’d spent months trying to erase Ellie and every memory tied to her from my mind, and now I was walking straight toward her. “I'm the one that's not even meant to be here” Tiffany spoke. “You're the president of the club, and the main coordinator of the Literature convention. I'm only here for emotional support. So shake off of whatever's clawing up your neck and focus. It's not like you owe her anything anyway.”She was right. Right?It wasn’t my fault her relationship with Max exploded. No matter what rumors she’d spread across campus.Even though everything had settled down now, my stomach still twisted at the thought of it. “She’s here,” Tiffany whispered, and despite what I thought was growing confidence stilling my muscles, I nearly went lim
ELLIE Zane wasn't the best boyfriend. I mean sure, he was perfect for a one night stand and… maybe a couple more stupid drunk nights after that, but as a boyfriend……he kinda sucked. It'd been two months since I kicked Max and Bianca out of my apartment and invited Zane to come stay with me instead.It was a decision I made out of haste, intentionally trying to get under Max's skin.But I can't remember the last time Max did so little as glance in my direction with anything but an unreadable expression.I wondered if he still thought about me every now and then… like I did him.“Oi” he grabbed my hair by the ponytail, forcing my eyes back to his. “How long do you intend to keep me waiting?”Oh. Yeah. There was that.The only thing that remained consistent with Zane:His insatiable sex drive. I adjusted on my knees, tucking my legs perfectly underneath me, then pulled down his briefs to let his cock out. It sprung out of his pants, lightly slapping me on the cheek. I wrapped my







