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BellaI left Darrell’s office and kept walking—fast at first, then slower as the hallway stretched on. My legs felt heavy, like they were moving through water. Every step echoed in my chest, right where that strange, squeezing ache lived now. I pressed my palm against my sternum again and squeezed hard like I could force the feeling back down into whatever hole it had crawled out of.What was this? I’d told myself a hundred times it was just guilt. Just shame. Just the aftermath of using my body to survive. But it didn’t feel like guilt anymore. It felt… tender. Raw. Like something had been torn loose inside me and I couldn’t find the edges to stitch it back together.I pictured him standing behind his desk; the way his shoulders had dropped when I said we were done, and the quiet crack in his voice when he asked if I felt anything. I hated that I noticed. I hated that I cared enough to notice. I hated that part of me—small and stupid and scared—wanted to turn around, walk back in, an
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DarrellI couldn’t concentrate on anything. The stack of ungraded essays on my desk had been sitting there for two days, mocking me. Every time I tried to focus, my mind dragged me right back to her—Bella. The way she’d looked walking out that last night. The way she’d blocked my number like it was nothing. The way she’d left her panties behind and never came back for them.She’d been in my class twice since then. Twice. Both times she sat in the back row, eyes forward, never once meeting mine. She answered questions when called on—polite, perfect, professional. Greeted me with a quiet “Good morning, Mr. Black” when she walked in, and that was it. No lingering glances. No small smiles. Nothing.I was losing my fucking mind.I’d fallen for her. Hard. Deeper than I ever meant to. It started as lust—pure, filthy, transactional. But somewhere between the hotel shower and that final night on my bed, it turned into something else. Something that made my chest ache when I thought about her.
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DarrellI stood under the shower for a long time after she left, hot water pounding my shoulders, steam filling the bathroom until the mirror fogged completely. I scrubbed hard, trying to wash away the night: her taste on my tongue, the feel of her ass clenching around me, the way her body shook when she came the third time. It didn’t work. The scent of her stayed on my skin no matter how much soap I used.By the time I got out, towel around my waist, the apartment felt colder and quieter. I padded to the kitchen in bare feet, opened the fridge, and pulled out leftover takeout—cold lo mein and a couple of egg rolls. I didn’t bother heating it. Just stood at the counter, eating straight from the container with chopsticks, staring at nothing. The food tasted like cardboard. My mind kept replaying her walking out—back straight, no glance back, no hesitation.I finished half the container, tossed the rest, and headed to the bedroom. The sheets were still a disaster. They were crumpled, st
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BellaI got home on shaky legs, the night air still clinging to my skin like a reminder of everything I’d just left behind. The door to our room creaked when I pushed it open. Lara was sitting on her bed with a bowl of instant ramen, fork halfway to her mouth. She looked up, eyes red-rimmed like she’d been crying too.“Hey,” she said softly.I didn’t answer. Didn’t even look at her. I walked straight past, into the bathroom, and shut the door harder than I meant to. The lock clicked like a promise, meaning no more talking tonight.I stripped off my clothes—still damp in places, still smelling faintly of him—and stepped under the shower. Hot water hit me like punishment. I stood there for a long time, letting it scald my skin, scrubbing every inch until my fingers pruned and the steam made my lungs ache. I washed away the sweat, the spit, the cum, the bruises forming on my hips and ass, and the faint red marks on my throat. But no amount of soap could wash away the memory of his hands,
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DarrellI watched her walk away down the hallway, her back straight, steps deliberate, like she’d finally figured out how to leave without looking back. The door to the suite clicked shut behind her, and the silence hit like a slap. My cock was still half-hard, slick from her mouth and pussy, twitching like it hadn’t gotten the memo that she was gone.Fuck that.I yanked the door open so hard it banged against the wall. She was only a few steps down the corridor. I caught her wrist in one hand, tight enough to bruise, and dragged her back inside before she could protest. She stumbled over the threshold; I slammed the door shut, turned the lock, and pinned her against it with my body.“What?” she gasped, eyes wide, cheeks still flushed from earlier. “What the fuck are you doing?”“My cock’s still hard,” I growled low against her ear. “I want the last time, for real. I’ll pay you more. Double. Triple. Whatever it takes.”She shook her head, but her pupils were blown, her breath hitching
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73 BellaI gasped, pulling away. Stared at him and looked down at his cock. I gripped it hard, my fingers digging in, then spat on the head, watching the saliva slide down the shaft before I swallowed him whole. I forced him deep until my nose pressed into his pubic hair, my throat convulsing around him. I gagged loudly—wet, choking sounds—tears streaming instantly, mascara running black down my cheeks. Spit poured from the corners of my mouth, dripping onto my tits, coating his balls in a slick mess.Darrell groaned like an animal, both hands fisting my hair so tight it burned at the scalp. “That’s it. Choke on it, you filthy little slut. Take every fucking inch.”He thrust shallowly into my throat, those short, brutal jabs making me gag harder, spit bubbling out, running down my chin in thick strings. I moaned around him, the vibration ripping another curse from him. My pussy was throbbing so hard it hurt—clit swollen, inner thighs already slick with my own arousal dripping down.Af
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LilaI couldn’t hold it in anymore. The second Ryder left the room, the tears came hard and fast. I bent forward on the bed, arms wrapped around my stomach like I could keep everything inside. My shoulders shook. Quiet sobs turned into loud, broken ones. I pressed my face into the pillow to muffle
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RyderA soft, warm brush touched my lips. It was light — barely there — but I knew instantly it was her. Lila. My eyes stayed closed for a heartbeat, letting the feeling sink in. I could have moved away. I could have pretended I was asleep. But I didn’t want to. I didn’t want this to stop.I opened
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RyderLila swallowed hard. Her voice came out small and shaky. “But I can’t help it. I can’t—”“You have to!” I cut in, louder than I meant to. My eyes widened as the words rushed out. “Please. You know it can never work between us.”She stood up slowly. Her movements were careful, like she was afr
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LilaWe were done for the day. The sky had already turned dark, deep blue fading into black at the edges. Streetlights flickered on one by one as we strolled back toward the house. The air felt cooler now, carrying that sharp evening bite. Jerry walked beside me, hands in his pockets most of the wa
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