ログインLILAEvery bump in the dirt road sent jolts of pleasure-pain through my ass. The small plug Elias had left inside me refused to let me forget it was there. I gripped the seat, biting my lip hard to hold back the moans that kept trying to escape. My stepbrother drove like a man possessed, eyes flicking between the road and me. The serum was spreading deeper, turning every little movement into filthy electricity.We finally reached a hidden cabin deep in the woods. The second the doors locked, Elias set up his laptop to monitor the syndicate. I couldn’t sit still. I paced the small living room, my face burning, my hand unconsciously drifting back to press against the fullness in my ass.“Elias… this thing inside me,” I whispered, voice shaky. “It feels too full. But it also makes me tingle everywhere. What the hell did you put in me?”He pulled me to the couch, then led me to the bedroom. “Jeans off again.”I obeyed without thinking. The serum had me needy, aching, almost desperate.
LILAMy heart hammered against my ribs as I slammed through the side door of the old warehouse. My clothes were torn, my cheek throbbed from the punch I’d taken earlier, and every breath burned. I owed the syndicate money—bad decision after bad decision—and now they were hunting me. Then I saw him.Elias Voss. My stepbrother. The last person I expected to find in a hidden lab under this dump, surrounded by glowing vials and strange equipment.“Elias? Thank goodness you’re here,” I gasped, stumbling forward. “They’re coming after me. I didn’t know this was your place…”I bumped into something. Red lights flashed. A low alarm hummed. “Shit.”Elias spun toward me, eyes wide. “Lila, you can’t be here. This lab is secret. The stuff I’m working on… it’s not legal.”He grabbed my arms to steady me. His grip was strong, warm, and for a second I felt that old, buried tension between us—the one we’d both ignored since our parents got married. He looked desperate, focused, and… hungry.He qui
AvaThe black rose she threw into my palm felt heavy, like a warning from the grave. I stared at the card until the blood-red words blurred together.SEE YOU TONIGHT, AVA.IN THE LOCKER ROOM.Jaden brushed his hand against mine, warm and steady. "Don't go. This is a trap."I met his eyes, my voice shaking but firm. "I have to.""Ava...""I'm done hiding." The words tasted like steel on my tongue. I had spent days shrinking away from everything. Marcus's touch. The endless messages. The suffocating weight of my own mistakes. No more. "We end this tonight."Jaden studied my face for a long moment, worried clearly in his expression. Finally, he let out a sigh. "Fine. But if anything feels wrong, you run. No heroics. Promise me.""I promise."The gym looked like a tomb in the darkness. Every footstep echoed through the empty halls as we made our way inside. My heart pounded hard against my ribs when we reached the locker room door. The same door where everything had started.Jaden stay
AvaSleep evaded me like a cruel lover. Every time I closed my eyes, the image burned behind my lids: Marcus’s hands on me, the hidden camera’s voyeuristic gaze. By dawn, I had almost convinced myself it was a sick prank. A jealous teammate or a nightmare.But the messages felt too real. Too calculated.I dragged myself to practice, stomach in knots. Marcus’s eyes found me instantly, his brow furrowing at whatever haunted expression I wore.“What happened?” he demanded the moment he could.“Nothing.”“Ava.” His voice dropped, laced with that commanding tone that usually made me weak.I looked away. “Nothing.”He closed the distance, reaching for my arm. I jerked back. His face darkened with realization.“Who contacted you?”The question confirmed my worst fears. He knew something. “You know about this?”“Show me,” he said, voice tight.In his office, door locked behind us, I handed over my phone. He stared at the photo, his knuckles whitening around the device.“Where did this come f
AvaThe morning light filtered through my curtains like an unwelcome intruder, casting long shadows across my room. I lay there, staring at the ceiling, my body still humming with the ghost of last night’s sins. The way he had claimed me against those cold tiles, his eyes burning with raw possession. I should have felt regret. Shame. Instead, a dangerous heat coiled low in my belly at the memory.My phone buzzed on the nightstand, shattering the silence. Marcus: Wear the black shorts today.I frowned, heat rising to my cheeks. Another message followed immediately.Marcus: And don’t talk to Jaden.The audacity. I wasn’t his girlfriend. I wasn’t his anything except maybe his dirty little secret. Yet my fingers hovered over the screen, and deep down, I knew I would obey. The pull he had over me was terrifying.By the time I reached the court, anger still simmered beneath my skin. Lena spotted it instantly, her sharp eyes narrowing as she stretched beside me.“You look like you’re rea
AvaThe next few days I tried to act normal. I went to classes, practiced with the team, laughed with Lena like nothing had changed. But every time Coach Hale Marcus looked at me across the gym, my stomach flipped. I kept replaying that kiss in the locker room. The way his hand felt on my skin. I told myself it was a one time mistake. I could not let it happen again.Then he texted me after evening practice. Just three words. "Extra work tonight. Gym at nine."My hands shook as I read it. I knew I should ignore it. Instead I told my roommate I was going for a late run and headed over. The campus was quiet. Most people had gone back to their dorms. When I pushed open the gym door, only the emergency lights were on. The coach was already there, wearing a black t-shirt that stretched across his chest and shorts that showed off his strong legs."Ava," he said with a small smile. "Good girl for showing up."We started with drills. He pushed me hard. Suicides, defensive slides, shooting
JEZEBEL The next afternoon I could not stop thinking about him. My mind was still aching from the night before. I grabbed the old toolbox my uncle had left at our last family thing and used it as my excuse. I texted Jax quickly. "Hey, dropping off something for uncle at your place. You home?" He
JEZEBEL “𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 7-𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞.” I sat across from my best friend Sarah on her couch, a half empty bottle of wine between us. "I've known her for sucking a ridiculous amount of dicks
JEZEBEL My phone would not stop blowing up. Missed calls from my uncle. Texts asking where I was. I tried to play it cool when my uncle called again. "Hey, sorry I missed you. I was out late with friends. Is everything okay?"His voice sounded off. "We need to talk, Lila. In person. Come by my p
JEZEBEL “Hey, baby,” Jax said warmly. “Still feeling me from last night?”I smiled, cheeks heating. “Mhm.”“My place tonight, eight o’clock. Marcus will be here. Wear something easy to take off.”My breath caught. “Jax…”“I got you,” he murmured gently. “We’ll go slow, making sure you feel safe an







