로그인AIDENShe rode me like she hated me. And maybe she did, at this very moment. With everything I listened to from the hidden audio bugs in the sunroom, I would hate the father of the woman who caused so much distress to me.I understood her better now.Janice bounced on my cock with furious, punishing strokes, her tight pussy clenching around me like she was ready to punish me for every single sin I’d ever committed. She was my god and the only one I could worship. Her nails dug into my shoulders, her breasts bouncing with every hard drop, her face twisted in a mix of rage and desperate pleasure.Gorgeous. Where on earth would I ever meet a woman as gorgeous as her ever again? I didn’t even care that Mila was somewhere in this estate and could walk in on us again.All I wanted was Janice.“Oh, Calder, baby. Fuck me harder, please.”She was trying to rile me up, and I knew it. But it was so hard to accept, especially with the way she kept up with it.“You don’t mean that. You love my coc
JANICEI bit Aiden’s lower lip hard enough to draw blood, then soothed it with my tongue, sucking it into my mouth like I could devour whatever he was feeling.Aiden groaned deeply, one hand leaving my breasts so he could grip my hips with bruising force. “Fuck, Janice…”“Shut up,” I hissed against his lips. I didn’t want to hear what he had to say, and that included how much he wanted me. I just wanted to use him.I pulled back just enough to attack his neck. My lips latched onto the sensitive skin below his ear, sucking hard. I wanted to leave as many marks as I could. Even if Mila didn’t walk in on us today, I wanted her to see them there later and know I had been here, taking what I wanted from her father.“Goddamn,” Aiden growled, tilting his head to give me better access. Just like his daughter, Aiden didn’t know how to listen and follow commands. Guess we knew where she got it from now. “Mark me up, baby.”You wouldn’t want that if you knew the reason I was doing it, Aiden. You
JANICEMy phone buzzed twice in quick succession while I was folding laundry in the living room.The first message was from Mila.MILA: Can we meet? Just us. I need to talk to you, please.MILA: It’s Mila Grant.The second came from Aiden. I wasn’t expecting any message from him, especially with how he left my apartment yesterday. Not like I cared too much about it.AIDEN: Mila told me she wants to talk. I’ll send a car if you’re willing. No pressure.One would think he would send an apology after basically giving me a threat yesterday. But then, these men did not know how to apologize. Lucian preferred to keep to himself than apologize for the statements he made.Not like I cared.I stared at the screen for some time, thumb hovering. The smart thing would be to ignore them. Block the numbers. Continue what I was doing which was packing my bags because I was about to leave this town behind with Nancy and Bandit.But the hurt had lived inside me for years—a sharp, festering wound that
CALDER“Oh, the steakhouse will be the best place ever to meet. Thank you, Uncle Calder,” Mila had said during the call, after I invited her. A little lit of fooling around, just like we used to, when she was younger and her father had all these rules for her.No staying up beyond eight pm.No eating of red meat.No ice cream.Lucian and Aiden used to be so mad when she came back from school, eating happily at the ice cream I got for her. We were her parents, acting as both mother and father, because she did not have a mother and her father had two friends. Simple, enough, right?It was anything but.Mila was always a child no one could please. She wanted everything and anything, and I was the only one who always wanted to give it to her. Aiden stopped inviting me to his house at one point.But one must do all he could to ensure he remained the favorite uncle, right?The steakhouse was one of those old-school places with dark wood paneling, soft amber lighting, and waiters who moved l
JANICEAiden had his body pressed against mine, his hand loose around my throat once more, his breath hot against my lips. The wall was cold against my back. One way or another, Aiden had placed me in this position again.My heart was pounding so hard I was pretty sure Aiden could feel it.I had told him every single thing that had happened. From the day I met his daughter to the day I met my ex. The way Noel had smiled at me like I was the only girl in the room, had courted me with devotion and love and we had a year of laughter and promises. I told him about the trip home to check on Nancy and how I came back early, ready to surprise two important people in my life.“And she was riding him, moaning his name like she owned him,” I sneered at him. “Can you imagine?”“I rather not.”I told him how the whole thing broke me, and how I had to run very fast and very far. The words kept spilling out of me, bitter and sharp. Years of resentment.“And I just had to do the same thing to get ba
JANICEFOUR YEARS AGOI was hot.Today was a fucking hot day.The afternoon sun filtered softly through the dorm window, casting this warm glow over the tangled sheets. I was sprawled on my stomach across the table, my laptop open in front of me, typing furiously on my part of the group project the lecturer had graciously given to us just yesterday. My hair was a mess, and I was wearing one of Noel’s old hoodies that still smelled like him.Like sandalwood and mint.Mila was lying beside me on her back, scrolling through her phone, occasionally kicking her legs lazily in the air. We’d been like this for hours—this comfortable silence mixed with random bursts of conversation. This was our favorite kind of day. One in which all we needed to do was lay in bed and just be us. No pressure.“You’re totally going to fail that class if you keep working at it like some robot,” Mila teased without up from her screen.“Shut up,” I laughed, nudging her with my foot. “This is due in a week, and yo







