LOGINChristian’s Point of ViewLana’s hands were pinned above her head. I loved the way her body felt in my embrace, the way she moaned in response to my touch. I wanted to hear those desperate and needy whimpers.The raw, guttural need that made her body squirm hard against mine.“Mhm!” She groaned, still trying to spit out the panties that I folded in her mouth.“You have no idea how fucking ridiculous you look,” I muttered, pulling down her bottom lip. My other hand fondled her pussy, which was warm, wet, and creaming for me.I searched for her opening; it was tight. Her body jerked when I tried to put my finger in. “That hurts?” I queried; she was too tight.I need to open her up, so she could take me, her fingers clawed at my upper arm as if he was warning me not to.“It’s going to hurt only for a moment,” I explained. “But I’m going to try to make it less painful for you.”I hoovered at the entrance, thrusting against her body softly.“Relax…” I whispered against her ear, and then
Lana’s point of view.My feet were rooted to the floor with heaviness, and my eyes blinked once, twice, three times.And that was when I realized…It was not a dream, nor was it an imagination. Christian just yelled at me, slammed the door in my face after he told me to leave and never contact him again. My chest tightened, unwilling to believe it, tears stung in my eyes, and I blinked hard, trying to control the stirring emotion in my chest.I trusted him, even after everything he did; I wanted to see the good in him, to even think that I was beginning to like him.The tears I had been desperately holding back finally slipped down my cheeks. I should have known. Someone who bullied me before he even knew who I truly was… someone who turned me into his personal errand girl, his slave—someone like that could never change.I should have known. Someone like him could never love anyone… He used me.My body stiffened, my hands trembling as the realization sank in.A sour taste flooded my
Christian’s Point of View“Do you think I’m scared of you?” Veronica asked, her lips twisting into a wicked smile, and my eyes narrowed. I knew she was a bitch, and rich bitches like her are rarely scared of anything. She has her daddy’s money to cover up her mistakes, no matter what they may be. “I know that all you are is just the scared little boy who is looking for the validation of his mommy.”She chuckled.“What are you going to do?” Her head cock to the side, her green eyes narrowed mockingly. “Run to tell your mommy about how much you hate me. Suck it up, loser, our family wants us to be together—we don’t have any choice.”“Is that the only reason you have refused to let go?” I asked, pressing her even harder against the wall. “Or is it just your pride? You can’t admit it to your parents that I rejected a girl like you, you never even loved me, you cheated on me all through our relationship.”She blinked back hard.”In relationships like this, having a couple of lovers is not s
Christian’s Point of View“What is going on here?” My head snapped towards the stairs again when I heard Father’s voice. He stood there looking down at us with his piercing grey eyes, but something lifted in his gaze when he noticed Xavier.But then another frown reached his face when he noticed that my mother was standing very close to Xavier, he began to walk down the stairs heading towards us.“Lorenza, I hope you’re not bullying, Xavier.” His voice thundered as he reached beneath the stairs.My hands balled into fists at my sides, it felt as if I was invisible.“How could I bully him? After he won such a wonderful competition, standing above his peers as an outstanding student.” Her eyes flickered towards me. “Those are the true qualities of a real Blackwell.”“I think I should go,” I suggested.“No,” Father stopped me before I could leave, “You should stay, this dinner is to celebrate Xavier’s victory. I heard from the principal that you played very well too, Christian.”Mother’s
Christian’s Point of ViewThe driver came to pick me up and take me home, just like my mother had instructed.I didn’t protest…Didn’t ask any questions.I just followed him.I slumped in the back seat, thinking about all the choices that led me up to this point. Did I regret letting the other team win, especially when Xavier was playing?No.But was I ready to sit through my mother’s endless nagging?Also no.Still, I knew I would.An hour. Maybe two.Of being reminded how useless I was.How much she regretted having me. My fingers curled slightly against my lap.Maybe she was right.Maybe… if I had just died, none of this would be happening.The car slowed as we approached the estate gates, and my chest tightened painfully. My heartbeat stuttered the moment we pulled in.I could spot Father’s car just parked outside, and his chauffeur was standing right next to it, yet to be dismissed. My breath froze against my chest, because now I was certain that it wasn’t just my mother; I had to
Christian’s Point of ViewThe day of the competition.The sharp sound of the whistle cut through the air, and everyone took to their positions.“Strike!” The school’s coach yelled, and everyone readied themselves as the server came forward with the ball. Xavier was first to hoist the ball.“Up!”And then the boy named Shepherd passed, his arms stretched out, almost colliding with the net as he did.But I was first to get it, I jumped so high, without even giving them a chance, I spiked hard, and the ball kissed the floor of my opponent’s court.“Point!” The coach yelled, and the members of my team clapped, happy that I scored the first point.My eyes met the amber eyes of Lana at the other side of the court; she was making her serve this time, her eyes narrowed with seriousness, her eyes searching through the people there… probably trying to come up with some strategic move.But the moment her eyes met mine, I winked at her.She had a plain expression on her face; it was clear she didn
Xavier’s Point of ViewAlan is bad… no bad is an understatement, he is horrible at this game.Considering that he is relatively shorter and smaller than the rest of us, they used their bigger body as an advantage to him, and he was barely able to make any hit. And the other team noticed he seemed
Lana’s Point of View“Show me your tits,” Christian murmured darkly in my ears, his voice was deep and filled with thick lust, as he pressed his hand against my crotch, feeling my pussy from the cotton short I was putting on. My breath faltered, as his hands tightened around my neck, his fingers
Lana’s Point of View I found out that I misinterpreted Christian, but it wasn’t my fault, he is a very confusing person; how would I have known if he was straight or not? Was I supposed to ask him politely?“Oh, hey, excuse me, you have been looking at me, and acting weird towards me, do you per
Lana’s Point of View Fuck, I always knew that I would have problems with Xavier, he is just too smart, and seems like he is a light sleeper as well, because I could swear that he was asleep—I was only lucky I hadn’t started to undress or he would have caught me. My feet were rooted in confusi







