MasukROXETTEHe didn’t pull his fingers out. Instead, he kept them buried deep, curling and thrusting roughly, his thumb pressing hard circles on my swollen clit. “Fuck, you’re soaked. Look at you, dripping like a faucet, making such a mess on Daddy’s hand. You’re not even trying to hide how much you love being my little slut, are you? Crying your pretty eyes out but this cunt is begging for more. Soaking the sheets like you’re about to piss yourself from how bad you need it.”The dirty words were meant to belittle me, to remind me how pathetic and owned I was, and they worked. They made me even wetter, my pussy clenching and fluttering around his thick fingers as fresh slick poured out in a steady, humiliating drip. The pressure inside me built unbearably, that deep, full ache that felt exactly like I needed to pee, but so much more intense. My thighs shook, toes curling tight against the floor.“D-Daddy…” I whimpered, voice broken and desperate, tears still flooding down my face. “I… I n
ROXETTEI swallowed hard, throat scraped raw as sandpaper, like I’d been screaming for hours even though no sound had left my mouth yet. Chandler was so close his heat scorched my skin, his massive frame caging me in completely, dark eyes drilling straight into my soul like he could see every filthy secret I’d been burying for the past week. Gods, I’d missed this. Missed the way his presence alone made my knees buckle, the way the air between us turned electric and thick. A week of cold shoulders and fake indifference, and now my body was already betraying me, pussy clenching with a needy ache I couldn’t hide.I tried to sound brave. Tried to channel the old Roxette—the one who can still act defiantly under this man’s stare.“This… this is what I’m wearing to the party,” I forced out, voice cracking smaller than I wanted. I lifted my chin anyway, defiant even as my knees shook like a leaf in a storm. “The student council changed the theme to costumes. It’s going to be… fun.”The sile
ROXETTEI dragged my heavy body through the front door of the Callahan estate like a zombie. Every step felt like I was carrying the weight of the entire day on my shoulders. The hallway lights were already on, casting long shadows across the marble floors, but the house still felt empty. Chandler wasn’t here. Diana wasn’t here. Just me and the suffocating silence that pressed against my throat like a hand.I went straight to my guest room, not even bothering to turn on more lights. I slammed the door behind me, and I quickly stepped into the shower. The hot water pounded against my skin, but it didn’t wash away the heaviness in my chest. I stood there for a long time, letting the steam fill the bathroom until I couldn’t see my own reflection anymore.After drying off, I collapsed face-first onto the bed, still wrapped in the towel. I didn’t have the energy to do anything else. The shopping bag from earlier sat on the chair like a reminder I didn’t want. I stared at it for a while, t
ROXETTEI stood in front of my locker, mechanically shoving my books inside after the last class. My mind was floating somewhere far away, heavy and foggy, like I was moving through thick syrup. The ache in my chest hadn’t gone away. It had only settled deeper, turning into a dull, constant throb that made every breath feel a little harder.Chandler hadn’t texted. He hadn’t called. The silence hurt more than I wanted to admit. I missed him. I missed his voice, his touch, the way he made the world feel smaller and safer when he was near.But every time I remembered him walking into that building with Thea on his arm, the pain sharpened again.I slammed the locker door a little harder than necessary and turned around only to jump when Diana suddenly appeared right behind me.“Ah!” I yelped, clutching my heart.“Hey,” she leaned against the locker next to mine, arms crossed, smiling like nothing had happened earlier in the canteen. Her eyes were a little red, but she had clearly just
DIANAI couldn’t breathe.The second I turned away from the table, I started walking fast, then faster, until I was practically running down the hallway toward the girls’ bathroom.My heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to crack my ribs. The tray of food I had just thrown away was already forgotten. All I could see was Roxette’s face—that fake, innocent smile she gave Thea, and the way Thea had looked at her like they were already friends.I slammed the bathroom door open, rushed into the last stall, and locked it behind me with shaking fingers. I turned on the faucet at the sink beside me and splashed cold water on my face, over and over, trying to wash away the burning behind my eyes. But it didn’t help. Nothing helped.“Argh!!” I screamed.Not loud enough for anyone outside to hear, just a muffled, furious scream into my own hands, teeth clenched so hard my jaw ached.How could she?I had been pretending for an entire week.Smiling at Roxette like nothing was wrong
ROXETTEIt had been a whole week.Seven long, painful days of pretending everything was fine while my heart felt like it was slowly cracking apart.I had been giving Chandler the coldest shoulders I could manage. Every time he tried to touch me, a hand on my waist, a kiss on my neck, even just brushing my hair behind my ear, I would pull away and mutter the same excuse: “I have my period.” Mood swings. Cramps. Not in the mood. The words tasted like lies on my tongue, but I kept repeating them like a shield.I didn’t know how long I could keep this up.Thankfully, my stalker hadn’t sent any more messages or photos. No unknown numbers. No creepy “my kitten” texts. That small mercy had lightened the burden on my shoulders just a little. The upcoming party hosted by student councils also helped. I threw myself into thinking of what to wear or how I should style my hair, anything to keep my mind busy and away from the image of Chandler walking into that building with Thea on his arm.Bu
ROXETTE“I was the one who took your virginity that night,” he continued calmly, his voice deep and steady like a verdict that had already been decided. “I was the one who claimed you for the first time. And I’m the one claiming you now.”His gaze dropped slowly to my lips before lifting back to my
ROXETTE“W-what are you doing in my room?” I stammered.Chandler's expression shifted from mild amusement to something more predatory as I stumbled backward into the hallway.His movements were fluid as he dried his hair with a towel, completely unbothered by my sudden appearance. Water droplets cl
ROXETTEThe moment the lock clicked shut behind me, my heartbeat exploded in my ears—loud, frantic, uncontrollable. *Thump. Thump. Thump.* It felt like my chest was going to burst. My breath hitched, shallow and uneven, as I took in the sheer luxury of the space. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlo
ROXETTEI caught up to Diana just as she was yanking open the back door of the black Maybach. The driver stood politely beside it, but she ignored him completely and slid inside like the car had personally insulted her.I slipped in after her, settling into the cool leather seat. The door shut with







