登入AriaI’m not sure what Derek said to have two hundred rich kids scrambling for the exit, but they cleared out in two seconds flat…except for Faye, of course. At five feet and five inches of fury, I feel like she can even give Derek a run for his money.She isn’t afraid of anyone, and wasn’t buying whatever Derek was selling. She refused to leave without seeing that I was okay, and of course I don’t exactly look okay, so here I am, sitting on my bed, being interrogated by my cock-blocking BFF.“He fucking what?!” She’s burning a hole through my carpet from all of her pacing.It’s obviously going well. I let out a long sigh, resigned to the fact that she probably isn’t going anywhere anytime soon.“I don’t know where it came from. He’d been pushier lately, but I never thought he was capable of something like this. I mean, we know Shawn. We hang out with him all the time. It just came out of nowhere.”Faye pauses her assault on my floor, and I see a light bulb go off behind her eyes.“Wh
AriaDiscombobulated, 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
KylieHe twines our hands together, unashamed to be seen with me as he opens the door. There’s a woman waiting there, and when her eyes land on him, her mouth drops open. He nods at her and slides past, pulling me after him. I wink at her. “Sorry, Daddy called.”I laugh as she sputters, and Jesse
Jesse“God, you feel so good, Angel, so tight, so wet,” I murmur, licking her shoulder as she relaxes against me. “Good girl. Feel how hard I am for you, how goddamn crazy you make me. I’ve imagined fucking this tight little pussy more than I can ever explain. Having you screaming beneath me as I c
JesseFuck, she tastes like heaven.She came so fucking prettily on my tongue and fingers. I can still taste her, her screams ringing in my ears, and yet I want more. I want it all. I want to be buried in her cunt and see her come on my cock. I want those nails in my back, clawing me there instead
KylieI do as I’m told. Wiggling my shoulders, I let the straps fall, exposing my breasts. He groans, his eyes locked on them as I grab the material at my hips and drag it down until it pools at my feet. Stepping free from the glittering fabric, wearing just my heels, I wait as he runs his eyes ove







