تسجيل الدخولAnnabel’s POV The rain had finally started to ease up, turning from angry pounding to a steady drizzle that tapped against the windows like it was reluctant to leave. My body felt heavy and satisfied in the best kind of way… sore between my legs, thighs sticky with the evidence of what we’d done, dress completely ruined. Lucas was still holding me against his chest in the backseat, his arms loose but warm around me. His cock had softened inside me, but neither of us seemed in a hurry to move. “You still alive back there?” he asked, voice low and teasing. I could hear the smile in it. “Barely,” I mumbled, turning my face into his neck. He smelled like rain, sweat, and something distinctly him… clean soap mixed with pure male musk. “I think you broke me. My legs are definitely not working properly.” He chuckled and kissed the top of my head. “Good. That was the plan all along.” He shifted carefully, finally slipping out of me. The loss made me whimper softly. The warm mess between
Annabel’s POV It was raining non-stop, as if the night were not coming to an end. Little aftershocks still ran through me and my body still hummed when Lucas remained buried in me, his balls twitching every few seconds with the final throes of his release. I hadn't had the strength to do anything about a dull ache that I felt in my lower back from the steering wheel. He pressed a lingering kiss to my temple, his lips rubbing soft against my skin.He softly asked, “You okay?” His voice was gravelly and strained from sex, but that old military tone remained underneath, firm even after he'd just made me go limp in the driver's seat of his vehicle. I could hardly contain my laughter. It was so breathless. “My legs feel like jelly, this dress is officially ruined, and I’m pretty sure I’m going to feel your dick for days every time I move. But yeah… I’m more than okay. I feel alive.” The vibration, a low one, was rumbling against my back and he chuckled. “Good. I'm not even halfway fin
Annabel’s POV Lucas’s hand tightened in my hair as he guided my head down toward his lap. My heart was slamming so hard I could barely breathe. This was insane. I haven’t done shit like this … climbing into a stranger’s front seat in the middle of nowhere during a storm. But Jared and every other safe, disappointing guy had never made me feel like this. Never made my pussy throb just from a few dirty words and a rough kiss. I wanted it. I wanted him. I slowly freed his thick, heavy cock from his pants. Holy fuck, it was huge … veined, rock hard, the head already leaking pre-cum. My mouth watered. I wrapped my hand around the base and took him deep in one go, sucking greedily. The taste of him, salty and masculine, made me moan loudly around his length. “Shit, Annabel,” Lucas rasped, his voice rough like gravel. One big hand stayed tangled in my hair, guiding me but not forcing. “Just like that. Suck it nice and sloppy. Been dreaming about this pretty mouth on my dick for mon
Annabel’s POV The restaurant felt like a fucking joke. The candle had melted into a sad little puddle on the table, and I was sitting there in this tight black dress that hugged my tits and ass perfectly, heels making my legs look endless, wearing the expensive perfume I almost never bothered with. All dressed up for a man who couldn’t even show up. I glared at my phone again. Jared’s message stared back at me like a slap: “Sorry babe, last-minute appointment I can’t miss. I promise to make it up to you this weekend, okay?” “Appointment my foot,” I hissed under my breath, finishing the last of my wine in one angry swallow. This was the same shit over and over. Jared was exactly like the others — good-looking on paper, nice job, said all the right things in the beginning. But when it came time to actually show up, they never did. I was getting tired of being the girl who waited. Tired of convincing myself that “next time” would be different. I paid the bill, grabbed my coat, a
Lucy’s POV We barely made it down the hall. As the remaining of our clothes flew off in a messy trail—my skirt catching on a door handle, his jacket tossed against the wall, my bra hitting the floor halfway to the bedroom. By the time we reached his big bed we were completely naked and aching again, my pussy throbbing and slick from his tongue earlier. Richard climbed over me, his cock thick and rock hard, pressing heavy and hot against my thigh like it belonged there. “Look at me,” he ordered, voice all rough and low as he lined up and pushed inside in one deep, smooth thrust. I moaned loud, nails raking down his back hard enough to leave marks. “That’s it. Take every fucking inch, Lucy. This tight cunt belongs to me now.” “Richard… oh shit, you’re so deep,” I gasped, legs wrapping tight around his waist, heels digging into his ass to pull him closer. He felt huge, stretching me wide open, hitting spots that made my toes curl and my eyes flutter. He started fucking me steady a
Lucy’s POV The words about the matchmaking hung heavy between us, thick as smoke. I stood up making my way to the door, my hand holding on the doorknob, my body still buzzing and aching from what he’d just done to me on his desk. My thighs felt slick, my nipples still tight against my blouse, and my mind was spinning. “Why are you the one telling me this?” I asked, turning back to face him. My voice came out quieter than I wanted, a little shaky. “The arrangements, the suitable partners… why you?” Richard leaned back in his chair, watching me with that steady, unreadable look that made my stomach tighten. “Grandfather pulled me aside this morning. Told me to handle it. Said it would give us time to prepare for the family dinner after work tonight.” He shrugged one broad shoulder, but his eyes stayed locked on mine, dark and intense. “He was going to mention it himself, but figured I should be the one to bring you up to speed. Keep things in the family.” A bitter little laugh
Sarah’s POV “Shit,” Leo muttered. We scrambled up fast, throwing clothes on, fixing hair. I straightened my top with shaking hands. We went upstairs separately, faces blank, ready to slip back into the hate act like nothing had happened. ---- I lay in bed staring at the ceiling for what felt
Sarah’s POV I couldn't just lay there in the dark like an idiot. I couldn't let Leo read all the embarrassing words I had written in this diary! I couldn't help but feel my heart pounding, it felt like it was going to crack my ribs as I slipped out of bed. The hallway was dark and quiet, and
Sarah’s POVI woke up feeling like absolute crap. Shit, I am never over drinking again.My head was pounding while my mouth tasted disgusting, the second I moved I realized I was only wearing Leo’s stupid oversized t-shirt. Nothing underneath. The fabric smelled like him, and that alone made my s
Sarah’s POVGod, I was so done with this whole night already.But my body was reacting in a weird way I couldn’t name yet. What am I thinking?The birthday dinner Mom had spent weeks planning for me felt forced from the second we sat down. Those colorful streamers she had invited looked pathetic un







