로그인AriaDiscombobulated, I feel a hand twist and jerk the straps to my dress and bra. I’m totally exposed, and I can’t seem to make my body listen to my brain, which is telling me to fight.Sucking in a breath, I mentally prepare myself for what’s to come…then I feel him release me.I open my eyes, confusion and relief dancing in my stomach, when I see why Shawn let me go. He is on all fours on the floor, the music blasting from outside swallowing his moans and groans. Derek rushes to help me up, examining the damage.“Are you ok? Did he fucking hurt you, Dolly? Tell me!” He practically roars the words. I feel my chin wobbling, fighting off the urge to cry.I shake my head, but I can’t get the words out. He scoops me up like a baby, and sets me on the couch in the guest room, before removing his jacket and tossing it around my shoulders to cover me up. He tears his tie off, rips open the collar of his dress shirt, and bunches his sleeves up.He looks absolutely fucking terrifying. A vei
AriaI’m wearing a baby-pink Herve Leger number and the kind of heels only a pin-up girl can feel comfortable in. I let my hair air dry after my shower earlier, so a few loose curls is all it takes. I look good, and I know it. Not because of the dress I’m wearing or the way I did my makeup, but because I shine.I smile widely, an honest to God, happy smile, something you don’t see very often on my face, and fantasize about tonight. About having sex with Derek and about spending my life with him. About moving to the master bedroom and fulfilling a dream I didn’t even know I had, to be someone’s beloved. To have a steady boyfriend. To live with a man.“Oh my God, Aria, bomb-ass party!” Jason, a quarterback, flings himself over me with a huge hug. He is talking to me over the music, I think Faye is playing “Hype” by Dizzee Rascal, his arm over my shoulder casually as he yells into my ear.Normally, I wouldn’t even think about it. But tonight? Tonight I’m afraid Derek is going to barge do
AriaI’m stuck in a traffic jam from hell, it’s Friday evening and everyone’s driving back to New Jersey from New York and vice versa, and that gives me even more time to think. I’m going to turn eighteen at midnight tonight; less than six hours away.Derek is waiting for me to officially become an adult to take my virginity, I know that. I can’t blame him. Even if he trusts me, with his track record and previous arrests, he can’t risk someone else, my mom or Julio or even Faye, to snitch to the police about it.This means that there’s a very good chance I’m going to lose my virginity…tonight.Originally, I wanted to have a little get-together with all the girls from the cheerleading squad at my house. Order some pizza, watch rom-coms and get drunk—Derek says it’s okay to drink at home.But that was before I started making out with my stepfather and completely lost my line of thought. I am now more than happy that none of my plans had materialized. I can’t imagine having people over
Aria He sent me to the fucking Bronx.I was too light-headed from his touch when he scribbled down the address, but once I slam the door to my hot-red Mini Cooper and look up the address on my GPS app, my heart soars and drops at the same time.The fucking Bronx, dude? For real?This guy who’s been doing his locks better be the best in New York otherwise I don’t really see the point.Nevertheless, I drive all the way to NYC, cursing myself for agreeing to do this the whole way there. I spend the time thinking about what we’re about to do. Telling my mom about us. How is she going to take it? I come to the depressing conclusion I don’t know her well enough to have the slightest clue.I’m thinking back to my childhood, to even recent years, trying to pinpoint a touching moment, or just a time when I did something nice with her. Goddammit, I’m even searching my mind for one, single happy memory. But there’s none.I do remember the day she coaxed me into going to school sick with fever
AriaAfter a quick shower, I throw on some cut off jean shorts and a tight white t-shirt. I’m towel-drying my hair when I walk into Derek’s office downstairs.I’ve never cared much about his whereabouts before, on the contrary, I loved that he was out of the house and not here to distract me, but now I find myself thankful for the fact that he has the option to work from home.I just want to be near him even if we aren’t in the same room. He’s on the phone and doesn’t notice me right away, so I take advantage of the opportunity to watch him in his element. He’s such a fucking boss.He exudes power. His eyebrows knit in concentration and his expression is hard as he listens, seeming impatient, to whatever the person on the other end of the call has to say. He’s wearing a white, crisp dress shirt, unbuttoned, and smart black dress pants, his usual uniform.Whoever he is speaking to, he ain’t happy.“Do you want this in fucking sign language? I said I need it.”There’s a beat of silence
AriaI wake up to fingers playing between my legs. My eyes haven’t even opened yet, unlike my legs. I spread them wider and feel and hear myself growing wetter and hotter, soft moans escaping my mouth as Derek lightly traces invisible patterns up and down my slit. He is lying right in front of me, his forest-green eyes locking on mine the minute I look at him. He doesn’t give me enough pressure to get off; just enough to tease me.“Mmm, more,” I groggily beg while stretching my arms out above my head.“Are you telling me what to do, Little Dolly?” His tone is teasing and light with just a hint of warning.Not what I’m used to from this mercurial step-dad of mine. Feeling frisky, I decide to play along.“Of course not, daddy. I wouldn’t want a spanking.” I pull my lower lip between my teeth and bat my eyelashes like the innocent lamb that I’m not.I’m attempting to be silly, but his eyes darken with lust. I’m not the only fucked-up one. He likes it, too. Is that the only reason we bot
Kylie His forehead presses to mine. “I can’t help myself, never could when you were involved,” he whispers raggedly. I feel his tears dripping onto my cheeks then, each one like a fracture of my heart.We are just two broken, hurting people right now. But this isn’t right, and if this is how we ca
Kylie I can’t, I just have to find a way to survive.I gulp, stilling my swinging hips as Allegra watches me in concern before leaning in. “Babe, what are you doing here? Everything okay? You look like you’ve been crying.”I don’t know if it’s the simple question, or if it’s the fact I can see th
JesseI watch her go, my heart in tatters. I took the already cracked, broken organ and slammed it into the floor. My angel is crying, upset, and hurt. She thinks I don’t love her, she thinks I blame her. I saw it in her eyes.I don’t.I blame myself. I ruined my son’s life with my own desires and
Kylie The next day or so is non-stop. I call into work so I can be by Jesse’s side the entire time. I might not have gotten on with Xavier at the end, but part of me does hurt at his death. The other half of me is broken as I watch the man I love deal with all the pressure and pain.He handles it







