LOGIN“What… how did you know my room?” I asked, hands trembling as he led himself into the room, pushing my steps back towards the wall. His hand rested on the wall behind me, pinning me in place. I had consumed my mind with thoughts on how to find him in this gigantic school, I wanted him there and he stepped in just in time, but how? It’s barely just a few hours since I arrived. His hand wandered on my skin and my thoughts disappeared, melting me into the pleasure.
“Do you remember this room bunny?” He asked, his deep husky voice sent chills down my spin, thugging my thigh. That name—only he calls me that, the man in my dreams. Could he be? “No,” I gasped “please” I pleaded as I leaned into the sensation that his fingers pressed close to my entrance, begging for more of his touch. My body quivered, my toes curled, I could already feel my orgasm coming so close and I hoped it wasn't a dream again as I slid my clit over his fingers faster and moaned. “Just like that bunny, slide that cunt on my fingers my hungry little slut,” he whisper in my ears, soft and thrilling, sucking on my neck after each word. “Yes,” I moaned, arching my body to meet his pace before his large palm smacked my bare ass. Sending a spike straight to my feet. “Ohh, fuck yes,” I cried. “I’m cuming” I whispered, trying not to let my voice out.: I bite down on my lips, I couldn't hold it back anymore, i just needed to cum. “This cunt is mine now bunny, every juice you spill is mine, and you're gonna take anything I do to you like a good girl,” he murmured as his fingers pressed against my entrance. “Yes, please,” i pleaded. I wanted him in, all the way in, I've never had a man touch my teenage pussy before, but his touch, made me want more I could already feel my soul leave my body and back. “Spread those legs wider,” he ordered and I obeyed, parting my trembling legs for his pleasure. “Good girl,” he praised, gliding one finger into my entrance. “Fuck bunny, your pussy is so wet for me, you hungry little slut, One day, I'm gonna fuck this pussy so hard till you cry and beg me to make you cum, you're gonna beg me to stop and keep going” he murmured, his fingers stroking my entrance intensely. “Please, I need more, I need you,” I pleaded shamelessly, knowing I shouldn't be giving in to the feeling so easily, but I couldn't hold back. He flipped me so fast, pressing my hard nipples against the cold wall through my light blouse and landed a hard smack on my ass. I winced and moaned. “Call me daddy,” he ordered. “Daddy,” I whispered. “Good girl,” he groaned. I was enjoying every bit of it, forgetting he was my father's best friend and the boundaries that are meant to hold us back. In that moment, I just wanted more. He landed another smack on my ass and this time it was harder. “Ohhh, yes” I cried. “Hmmmm,” he groaned. “Bouncy” he added. I pressed my ass against his hard cock, striding it faster and trying to feel it. I imagined how thick it would be and how wide it would stretch my tight walls. Juice spilled off my entrance, gliding down my thigh swiftly. “I beg you, da…daddy… please make me cum” I pleaded. Then he pulled away, leaving my trembling legs on the spot. I was about to turn when his voice halted me. “Stay right there, I need to admire this pretty view,” he muttered. Groaning as he stepped back to sit on my bed. I stood in place, gasping as my body trembled from the pleasure he had unleashed on me mercilessly. “Look at me bunny,” he said. And I slowly turned. His Adams apple burged as he took me in from the strands of my hair to my toes reminding me of the hunger in his eyes when he saw me naked back home, and I could tell how bad he wanted me, if only he had his way but he chose to torture me first. “Strip, slowly…” he said again. His voice was enough for me to pour out my whole juice uncontrollably, it had a thing on me. I gazed at him as I undid my buttons and slid my pink cotton blouse down my shoulder, his glare on me was cold and authoritative. my eyes traced my fingers as I tried to give him a little show he would never forget. I released my grip on my cloth, letting it slip through my fingers to the floor, exposing my hard plump nipples to the air. Cool breeze brushed over my nipples, making it tingle, and a moan slipped off my lips. “That’s it, bunny” he grunted as his cock jolted, causing my eyes to fly down to his length. I could tell it was huge by looking at it. “Keep going, I love how hard your nipples stare at me, you've got beautiful tiddies bunny,” he praised, giving me more energy to push further. My fingers caressed my skin, creeping down to my waist as I undid my zip slowly, letting my skirt drop seamlessly. My petite body was now exposed, completely naked for only his view aside from the black lace pant still hanging on my waist and I could tell he wanted more. He tilted his head to the back a bit, fighting back the urge to pounce on me. His eyes kept roaming, making me feel so ashamed. “Oh, I guess it's not to your liking…” I concluded as he stayed silent. His glare at me was unbearably uncomfortable until he bit his lips. I quickly tried to cover my boobs with my hands, looking away shyly. “Don’t you dare” he snapped right before I could pick up my clothes. “I really want to fuck between those boobs right now,” he whispered. I bite down on my lower lip, fighting back my moan. He knows just the right words to send me thrilling, I was a bit convinced I wasn't dreaming this time, it usually won't take this long, and I didn't want it to stop. He walked closer to me again, trailing his fingers on my skin as he loosened my grip on my mound. He leaned closer to my mound, his cold tongues swirled on my hard nipples and I snapped, pressing his head harder on my nipple. “Fuck,” it slipped out, faintly. He squeezed as he sucked harder, and my warm juice rolled down my thigh. His fingers crawled back to my thighs pinching my clit so hard. My orgasm rushed close, so close that I couldn't hold back a scream. “Ohh, yes! I'm coming, I'm coming daddy,” I cried and pow! A loud bang resounded on the door, snapping me out of my wild dream again. “Jalen,” I screamed, out of my sleep “What? That can't… it was too…” I stuttered, and a loud laugh caught my attention.Jalen’s POVHarry’s question hit me like a punch to the gut. We sat in the quiet hospital hallway, the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead. “Have you really thought about how I’ll feel when you’re with my daughter, Jalen? Truly thought about it?”I froze. My mouth opened, but no words came out. The question touched a raw part of me I hadn’t fully confronted—the part that felt selfish, inconsiderate for falling so deeply in love with my best friend’s daughter. Guilt twisted in my chest. Harry had been like a brother to me once, and here I was, entangled in a relationship that had brought danger into his only child’s life.The silence between us stretched, deafening and heavy. I could hear the distant beeps of monitors from nearby rooms, my own heartbeat thudding in my ears. Harry watched me patiently, his eyes filled with a mixture of pain, love, and exhaustion.Finally, he spoke again, his voice low and measured. “I’ve come to terms with it, what's between you and Fiona… It’s strong.
Jalen’s POVMorning was filled with so much relief and hope, and my hopes were getting high. I had just ended the call with Mason; he had invited me to court for Marian's sitting. Hours later, I arrived at the courtroom that immediately felt suffocating, heavy with the weight of justice finally catching up. I sat rigidly in the gallery, my jaw clenched so tight it ached. Marian stood before the judge, her usual arrogance cracked but not entirely gone. Jude sat a few rows away, our eyes meeting briefly in shared resolve. We had both testified—laying bare every threat, every manipulation, every moment of terror she had inflicted on Fiona. My voice had been steady as I described the fear in Fiona’s eyes during that video call, the gun pressed to her head, the explosion that nearly stole her from me forever.The judge’s gavel came down like thunder as she called out the order. Ten years in prison for Marian, thanks in part to her father’s lingering influence pulling strings for a lighter
Marian’s POVI cut through the woods as fast as I could, my breath itched so hard but I kept going. The woods were a nightmare of snapping branches as I cracked through them, my designer heels long discarded, my bare feet tearing on roots and stones I could barely feel the pain. Jordan gripped my hand tightly, pulling me forward. Behind us, distant shouts and flashlight beams sliced through the trees—Mason’s team was closing in fast on us.“Faster!” I hissed, my breath ragged. Adrenaline surged through my veins, mixing raw fear with a wild thrill. We had the money and the documents. If we could just slip away…A bullet whizzed past, embedding in a tree with a sharp thunk. Jordan cursed and yanked me to the left, deeper into the shadows. Our escape was precarious, every second was a gamble. Mason’s voice echoed commands through the night: “Fan out! They’re heading north!”After what felt like hours of brutal running, we burst into a small clearing. A forgotten cottage stood there—almo
Fiona’s POVThe blindfold had become my prison, sealing me in a darkness so complete that every sound felt like a gunshot in the void. My knees throbbed against the cold concrete, and the ropes had long since rubbed my wrists raw, sending sharp stings up my arms with every tiny shift. Jordan’s presence lingered like a shadow—his cologne thick and nauseating, and his occasional low chuckles made my skin crawl. I used to think he liked me back in Marian's house, but his switch was the craziest I've experienced. Marian paced nearby, her heels clicking with predatory rhythm. My heart raced at the two hours ticking time I had left before I finally died lonely.Suddenly, Marian’s phone rang. She answered like she had been expecting the call for a while, her voice clipped and confident at first. “Yes?” she paused. Then, just like the bad news, her entire demeanor shattered. Her breathing hitched audibly, quick and shallow. I sensed her freeze mid-step, the air around her growing with panic.
Fiona’s POVMy heart hammered violently against my ribs, every beat threatening to crack them open. I felt a fabric pressed tightly against my eyes, sealing me in suffocating darkness. Marian’s fingers finally released my chin, but the ghost of her grip lingered on my skin. Even without sight, I could feel the weight of her cold stare savoring the terror that radiated from me.A soft chuckle escaped her lips, sending a fresh chill racing down my spine.“Relax, Fiona.”Her voice was deceptively soothing, like poisoned honey.“I don’t intend to kill you, maybe not immediately. Because if you agree with me, you do deserve to be killed.”My breathing came in shallow, ragged gasps, my chest rising and falling too quickly. The ropes binding my wrists behind the metal pole bit deeper into my flesh with every twitch, rubbing raw against my already tender skin. The warehouse air was thick with dust and dampness, clinging to my lungs.“What… What do you want from me? I already left Jalen alone,
Jalen’s POVThe moment Marian left my office, the temperature in the room seemed to plummet. I stood frozen behind my desk, staring at the closed door as if it might swing open again at any second. My breath came shallow and tight, my legs gave out as I dropped into my chair, elbows braced on the polished wood, and dragged both hands down my face.She wasn’t bluffing.After everything I had seen during our marriage—her cruelty, the manipulation, and the way she destroyed anything that stood in her path, the scariest was what she did to Fiona before she was arrested—I knew exactly what Marian was capable of, she was a monster. And now she had set her sights on Fiona again.My pulse hammered against my ribs. I reached for my phone with unsteady fingers and called mason, he was my long time private investigator.Mason answered on the first ring.“Mason speaking.”“I need eyes on Fiona. Twenty-four hours a day.”He paused briefly before speaking again. “Something happened?”“Marian is out
Fiona’s POVFor a moment, the world narrowed to a single point.The noisy crowd of students at the school entrance and their cheers made me extremely nervous; the flashing phones and excited whispers blurred into white noise. All I could see was Jalen.He stood a few yards away, holding an absurdly
Fiona's POVThree weeks, twenty-one days, five hundred and four hours. That was how long Jalen had been gone, not that I was counting—okay, maybe I was.Every day felt emptier than the one before. No matter how hard I tried to distract myself, every thought somehow found its way back to him. I miss
Boring GoodbyeJalen's POVThe moment Paris reached Fiona's bedside, she broke down completely.Tears streamed down her face as she grabbed Fiona's hand carefully, afraid of hurting her."Fiona, I'm so sorry," she sobbed. "I'm sorry for everything. I should have protected you better. I should have
Jalen’s POVThe hospital room was quiet except for the steady beeping of machines. Fiona had been stabilized, but she was still sleeping. Harry and I sat on opposite sides of the room, the silence between us thick and heavy.I couldn’t take it anymore.“Harry,” I said quietly. “We need to talk.”He







