INICIAR SESIÓNMARINA "Uh-oh," Garret murmured, his deep voice dripping with a mix of genuine amusement and pure, wicked mischief. Before I could even clear the fluid from my lungs, he closed the remaining small distance between us in a single, fluid stride. His warm palm connected gently with my back, patting me between the shoulder blades as I continued to cough and gasp. My eyes widened to the size of saucers, the sudden warmth of his hand sending a violent, electric jolt straight down my spine. I slammed the condensation-covered glass back down onto the marble counter with a loud, wet clatter, some of the water sloshing over the rim. Garret chuckled, a low, rumbling vibration that I could literally feel against my skin through the thin fabric of Allie’s shirt. "Easy there, killer," he teased, his fingers lingering on my back just a second too long, tracing a slow line up toward the nape of my neck. "Take a breath. I didn't mean to literally break you with a look." I finally managed to s
MARINA I looked at Garret with a disdain that I was absolutely sure was incredibly obvious. My eyes automatically narrowed to sharp slits, my pupils burning holes right into his perfect, smug face. If looks could actually kill, the guy would have dropped dead onto the hardwood floor right then and there. "Where the hell are you guys coming back from at such an ungodly hour?" Garret asked, his deep baritone voice dropping into a low rumble that made him sound exactly like a disappointed parent. He didn't move an inch from his doorframe, his massive arms remaining crossed over his broad chest. I didn't even bother giving him a verbal answer. Instead, I shot him a sharp, venomous look that screamed ‘mind your own fucking business’, twisted the brass doorknob with my free hand, and kicked Allie's bedroom door wide open with the tip of my boot. I hauled Allie’s completely limp body across the threshold, my muscles straining against her dead weight. She let out a muffled, drunken gr
MARINA Suddenly, my heart jumped into my throat. This house had a massive, sweeping staircase made of polished marble and iron railings, and right now, it looked like a literal death trap for someone in Allie's condition. I quickly tossed our purses onto the small entryway table and hurried after her, my platform heels thudding against the floor.I didn't trust for a second that Allie would be able to make it up those steps on her own with how dead drunk she was. She was definitely operating on pure instinct at this point. I really wouldn't want to have her tumbling backward down fifteen feet of stone and breaking her neck or something equally horrific on my watch."Whoa, hold on, Taylor Swift," I muttered, catching her by the elbow just as she placed her bare foot on the very first step. "Let's do this together before you break a bone."I grabbed one of Allie's limp hands and wrapped it securely over my shoulder, pulling her arm taut across my chest. My other hand slipped around her
MARINA I kicked the heavy oak front door of the Jordan mansion open with the heel of my boot, the loud thud echoing through the massive, quiet foyer. The air inside was cool and crisp, a sharp contrast to the thick, humid summer night we had just escaped. Beside me, Allie was practically disintegrating, her entire body weight leaning heavily against my left shoulder as she let out another loud, sloppy giggle."I am literally telling you, Marina," Allie slurred, her words tumbling out in a messy, hilarious rush as she threw her head back against me. "You are such a bossy, terrifying bitch sometimes. No wonder that guy from the football team looked like he was about to wet his pants. The poor dude was scared to death. He had to run off like a little dick before you could even finish your sentence."I couldn't help but shake my head, a genuine laugh bubbling up from my chest as I adjusted my grip around her waist to keep her from sliding straight onto the polished hardwood floor."Plea
HANNAH Logan let out a dark, low growl against my bare shoulder, his fingers digging deep into the soft flesh of my backside. "You're always so damn impatient, huh?" he muttered, his breath scorching hot against my skin. "I need you to be a good girl and wait for your punishment for running from me." I let out a broken, pathetic whimper as he finally gave one hard, relentless surge of his hips, burying his massive cock all the way into the absolute depth. The fullness was completely overwhelming. My vision was swimming with heat, lust, and blinding desire as my tight walls stretched to their absolute limit around him. Slowly, in a wickedly deliberate manner, his hips rolled forward, grinding his pelvic bone right against my backside so I could feel just how incredibly deep he was inside me. A soft, breathless moan escaped my lips, my back arching instinctively like a bow as I tried to absorb the size of him. "God, you are so fucking tight, Hannah," Logan growled, his vo
HANNAH I didn't think it was humanly possible to feel this close to the edge without him even being inside me yet, but Logan always knew exactly how to shatter my expectations. Just when the tension between us reached a fever pitch, just when I was arching my back and begging for the real thing, he pulled his long fingers out of my soaking-wet pussy with a sharp, wet, abrupt slide. My eyes widened in pure shock at the sudden emptiness. Cold air hit my throbbing, exposed core, and a desperate whine started to form in my throat at the sudden loss of friction. But the words died before they could leave my mouth. I watched, completely paralyzed, as Logan lifted his hand right up to his face. His long fingers were absolutely glistening, dripping with my cream and the slick evidence of how completely ruined I already was for him. He didn't blink. He just looked straight into my eyes, parted his lips, and put those wet fingers right into his mouth. He sucked on them slowly, deeply, l
ESME I swallowed nervously, eyes looking down at the huge monster, breath coming out in short, panicked bursts that felt like they were scraping my throat. My legs were still shaking from the way his tongue had just dismantled my entire nervous system, but seeing him now—actually seeing him—was
ALEXA I stood before my bedroom mirror, the lighting hitting the cobalt blue fabric of my dress in a way that made it shimmer like the ocean. It was short—shorter than anything I’d ever dared to wear—and the sweetheart neckline dipped low enough to showcase the results of my desperate cleavage enh
ALEXA The late afternoon sun of San Francisco was beginning to dip behind the brutalist concrete structures of the campus, casting long, orange shadows that stretched across the pavement like fingers. I adjusted the strap of my heavy portfolio bag, feeling the weight of my charcoal sketches press
LESLIE The metallic tang of the intruder’s blood was in the air letting us aware that he was injured. Still, the most sensible thing I should have done was to leave as my stepdad had instructed. I should be mortified. I should have been running. As a matter of fact, I should have been dialling the







