LOGINCHAPTER 10: SILENT SCREAMSCHLOE'S POVDinner was a blur. A literal, agonizing blur of clinking silverware and forced conversation. I sat there, picking at a salad I couldn't taste, while my body screamed at me.I was a ticking time bomb.Beneath the table, my legs were trembling. I was still wearing the same sweatpants from the office encounter, but I hadn't bothered to put my panties back on. There had been no time. And honestly? I liked the feeling of the rough fabric rubbing against my swollen, sensitive lips. It was a constant, abrasive reminder of what Ryder had done to me on my father’s desk less than two hours ago.Every time I moved, I felt a warm, sticky trickle of his cum leaking out of me, sliding down my inner thighs. It was messy. It was gross. It was the hottest thing I had ever felt in my life."So, Ryder," my dad said, cutting into a steak. "How long are you planning on staying this time?"I froze, my fork halfway to my mouth. I looked at Ryder. He was calm, collected
CHAPTER 9: THE DESK OF SINCHLOE'S POVI remained on the kitchen floor for exactly three minutes after he left. Three agonizing, humiliating minutes where I stared at the cool linoleum, listening to the hum of the refrigerator, while my body screamed at me.I was a mess. A dripping, aching, frustrated mess. My pussy was throbbing with a dull, heavy pulse that radiated down my thighs. My nipples were chafing against the rough fabric of my hoodie, painfully erect and demanding attention. The taste of him—the memory of his scent, his heat—was coating my tongue.He left me like this. He touched me, tasted me, stretched me, and then just walked away.It was cruel. It was torture. And God help me, it was working.My brain was in shambles. The logical part of me, the part that knew he was my uncle and that my dad—his brother—would be home in forty-five minutes, was screaming at me to run. To go to my room, lock the door, and hide until he left.But the other part? The dark, addicted beast he
CHAPTER 8: THE MORNING AFTERCHLOE'S POVI woke up feeling like I had been hit by a very sexy, very tattooed freight train.The morning sun was streaming through my window, mocking me with its cheerfulness. I tried to sit up, and a sharp, stinging ache shot through my lower body, specifically between my legs. I groaned, falling back onto the pillow, my hand instinctively going down to clutch my stomach.Oh. My. God.The memories flooded back in a chaotic, disjointed rush. The door locking. The panties ripping. The monster. The pain. The pleasure. The fluids.I threw the duvet off, panic seizing my chest. The sheets. Goodness me, the sheets.There was a stain. A dark, undeniable patch of mixed fluids—his cum, my juices, and a tiny, rusty smear of blood from where he had claimed my virginity—right in the center of the mattress. It looked like a crime scene. A crime scene of passion.My dad cannot see this. If Dad sees this, I am dead. Ryder is dead. We are all dead.My brain went into a
CHAPTER 7: THE SOUND OF SINCHLOE'S POVHe filled me. He absolutely, completely, utterly filled me.I lay there, my legs still hooked over his broad, tattooed shoulders, my hands gripping the sheets so tight I thought the fabric might tear. My breath was coming in short, jagged gasps, my chest heaving up and down, brushing against his sweaty, muscular torso with every inhalation.The pain of the initial breach was gone, replaced by a sensation so overwhelming, so consuming, that my brain was left in absolute shambles. It was a feeling of total fullness. A feeling of being stretched to my limits, of being possessed by something far too big, far too dangerous, and far too wrong for me.Ryder wasn't just fucking me. He was conquering me.He moved with a terrifying, calculated slowness at first. He withdrew his massive shaft until only the swollen, purple head remained hooked inside my entrance, teasing the sensitive ring of muscle. I whimpered, a pathetic, needy sound, missing the fullne
CHAPTER 6: THE MONSTER UNLEASHEDCHLOE'S POVThe kiss ended, but the room was still spinning. My lips felt bruised, swollen, and thoroughly claimed. I lay there on the mattress, my t-shirt pushed up to my neck, my legs spread wide, staring up at him with eyes that I knew were wide with a mixture of terror and absolute, blinding lust.Ryder stood up.He towered over the bed, a dark silhouette against the moonlight. He looked down at me—at my exposed pussy, glistening with my own fluids and his saliva—and a low, guttural growl vibrated in his chest. It sounded like a beast that had just found its mate."You look beautiful like that," he rasped, his voice rough. "Ruined. Messy. Waiting for me."He reached for the buttons of his black shirt.Pop. Pop. Pop.One by one, he undid them, his eyes never leaving mine. He shrugged the shirt off his broad shoulders, letting it fall to the floor in a heap.Oh. My. God.I had seen him shirtless before, in the living room, by the pool. But here, in t
CHAPTER 5: THE BREAKING POINTCHLOE'S POVI was vibrating. Literally vibrating.The hours after the pool incident had been a blur of agonizing tension. I had locked myself in my room, skipped dinner, and curled up under my duvet, trying to stop my body from trembling. But it was useless. My skin felt like it was on fire. The phantom sensation of his oily, rough hands sliding over my ass, of his palm cupping my pussy through the bikini, was branded into my memory.I was a wreck. My mind was in absolute, total shambles. I knew, with a terrifying certainty, that if he touched me one more time, just one more time, I would shatter.The clock on my nightstand read 11:45 PM. The house was dead silent. My dad was snoring down the hall—I could faintly hear the rhythm of it. It should have made me feel safe. It didn't. It just highlighted how close the danger was.Click.The sound was soft, barely a whisper, but in the silence of my room, it sounded like a gunshot.My eyes snapped to the door.







