LOGINCHAPTER ONEEva lay on her bed, the small black diary resting against her bare thighs. Her lamp cast a warm glow across the pages, and the house was quiet enough that she could hear her own breathing. She chewed on her pen, staring at the empty space in front of her.She already knew what she wanted to write, the same thing she wanted every night, but shame always made her hesitate.Her chest rose and fell too quickly. She pulled her knees together, pressing the diary tight between them, and finally pressed the pen to the page.*I can’t stop staring at Professor Hayes in class. The way his voice sounds when he explains a poem makes my skin tingle. Today when he leaned over my desk, I imagined him bending me forward and using me right there while the whole room pretended nothing was happening. I was wet before he even spoke to me.*Her thighs squeezed harder. She shifted on the bed, biting her lip, then scribbled faster.*I want his hand around my throat. Not hard. Just enough to remi
CHAPTER SEVEN The sharp rattle of the doorknob froze them both.Nora’s breath hitched as Louis tightened his grip on her hips, still buried deep inside her. Panic rushed through her veins, but the raw ache between her legs made it impossible to think straight.Angela’s voice came again, firmer this time. “Nora, open this door. Why are you locking it so often?”Louis’s jaw clenched, his eyes burning into hers with a dangerous mix of defiance and hunger. He leaned close, his lips brushing her ear. “Don’t move. Don’t make a sound.”Nora shook her head frantically and whispered, “She can’t find you here. You have to hide.”Instead of pulling away, Louis thrust into her once more, slow and deliberate, making her bite her lip to hold back the cry that bubbled up. His smirk was wicked. “You think I’m going to leave you like this? Not a chance.”Another knock, louder this time. “Nora!”Nora pressed both hands to his chest, her heart racing. “Louis, please! If she sees us—”The command in her
Nora’s breath caught in her throat as her mother’s voice echoed from the other side of the door. Her pulse hammered so loudly that she was sure Louis could hear it. Angela’s soft knock came again. “Nora, are you in there?”Nora’s hands trembled, still holding the edge of the towel, and Louis quickly stepped back, adjusting himself in his pants. His chest was rising and falling heavily, the fire in his eyes dimming just enough for him to think straight.Nora swallowed hard, her lips still wet, her throat still burning from what she’d just done. She glanced at Louis, silently begging him to move, to hide, to do something.Louis leaned close, his breath hot against her ear. “Answer her,” he whispered, his hand brushing her waist in a possessive way that sent shivers down her spine.Nora’s legs felt weak, but she forced herself to call out, “Y-yes, Mom! I’m… I’m dressing up. I’ll be out in a minute.”There was a pause. Angela hummed softly, then said, “Alright. Don’t stay too long, dinne
Nora slammed her door shut and leaned her back against it. Her palm pressed to her chest, feeling the frantic beat of her heart—it was racing three times faster than normal. She glanced down at the towel wrapped around her body and yanked it off.Her hand slid beneath her panties, tugging them away in a rush until nothing was left to cover her bare skin. She slipped her fingers slowly into her wet clunt, rubbing herself in a circular motion.The kiss, the thought of how Louis’s dick would fit into her, made her wetter. She had no choice but to bring her slick fingers to her lips, licking them off the way he had done to her on their first night.Her legs pressed together as if to cage in the desire burning hotter inside her. She rushed to her bed, stripped off what was left of her clothes, and grabbed her pillow.Sliding it between her thighs, she rocked against it, grinding in quick, needy strokes as if she were riding Louis’s dick.“Uhhhn…” A sharp cry tore from her lips before she c
CHAPTER FOURThe sunlight crept through Nora’s curtains, bright and unforgiving. Her body ached with the memory of the night before, every muscle tender, every nerve alive. She lay still for a long moment, eyes wide, listening to the silence of the house and wondering if it had really happened.But her body betrayed her. The heat still pooled low in her belly, her thighs pressed together as though they could hide the truth. Last night was no dream. Louis had touched her, kissed her, claimed her in ways she had never imagined.Shame burned her cheeks, but it was tangled with something even more dangerous—longing.She dragged herself into the bathroom and turned on the shower. The water rushed over her skin, hot and relentless, but it did not wash away the thoughts clawing at her mind. She leaned her forehead against the cool tile, eyes shutting tight, and whispered a shaky breath.Her hand moved on its own, sliding down, parting her thighs. She told herself to stop, told herself this
CHAPTER THREE Nora’s breath stopped in her throat. The door she had slammed open hung wide, and there he was. Louis sat on the edge of his bed, stark naked, his head tilted back slightly, his chest rising and falling in deliberate rhythm. His hand moved slow and purposefully over himself, and the sound of her sharp gasp broke through the quiet of the room. For one horrifying and thrilling second, he did not stop. His eyes lifted to hers, steady and unreadable, while his hand continued its stroke as though he had known she would appear, as though he had been waiting for her. Nora’s entire body locked in place. Every instinct screamed at her to turn, to shut the door, to flee down the hall before her legs gave out under her. But the longer she stared, the more impossible it became to move. Her lips parted, but no words came out. Her throat was dry, her palms damp, and her heart pounded so loud she thought he might hear it. Louis’s voice cut through the silence, low and deli







