LOGINChapter 6Maya doesn't look away. Her eyes, dark and glittering in the low light, rake over me, taking in the heave of my chest, the way my fists clench at my sides, the flush that refuses to fade from my cheeks. She knows exactly what she’s doing. She knows I’m rooted to the spot, my knees tremble.Slowly, deliberately, she shifts her weight. The mattress sighs beneath her, a sound that seems deafening in the quiet room. She spreads her legs wider, an obscene invitation that feels more like a challenge. The rose toy, still buzzing with that low, insistent hum, hovers just inches from her clit. She doesn't press it down. She holds it there, teasing herself, letting the anticipation build…or maybe just letting me watch her hand shake slightly with the effort of holding back."You're still here," she murmurs. Her voice is husky, wrecked from the moans I interrupted, but there’s a smirk curling the corner of her mouth. It’s a cruel twist of her lips. "I thought you were going to stor
Chapter 5I wait for the shift. I wait for her to crawl up my body, to wrap her arms around me, to look at me with that same hunger she had when she was tearing my clothes off. I expect the obsession to kick in now, the realization that I’m the one who just made her fall apart, that I’m the one who can give her what she needs. I expect her to be addicted, just like I am.Instead, she sits up. The movement is casual, indifferent. She runs a hand through her messy hair, smoothing it back from her face, and glances at the clock on her desk."Shit," she mutters, peeling herself away from me. "I promised Chad I’d meet him at the union."The cold air rushes in where her body heat used to be. I push myself up on my elbows, my blouse hanging open, my skirt still bunched around my waist. "Chad?""Yeah. He’s got that vape pen I wanted." She stands up, stretching her arms over her head, her spine cracking. She looks completely unbothered, while I feel like I’ve been turned inside out. "You goo
Chapter 4The friction of my thumb against her clit is frantic, uncoordinated, but the way she’s clamping down on my fingers tells me it doesn’t need to be perfect. I curl my digits inside her, seeking that ridged spot that makes her breath hitch, and I’m rewarded by a sharp, broken cry that tears from her throat."Make me fucking cum," she demands, her voice cracking, and I redouble my efforts. I pump my hand harder, the wet, sucking sounds of her pussy filling the small room, drowning out the hum of the dorm’s air conditioner. I can feel the tremors starting in her thighs, vibrating against my wrist where I’m pressed into her. She’s close. I can taste it in the air, sharp and metallic.Suddenly, her knees buckle. It’s not a graceful slide; it’s a total collapse of structure. Her legs give out, and gravity takes over. I try to catch her, but my hand is still buried deep inside her cunt, keeping us together. We go down in a chaotic tangle of limbs, the back of her head thumping dul
Chapter 3My heart hammers against my ribs like a trapped bird, the rhythm so violent I can feel it in my teeth. I try to form a denial, to summon the voice of the studious, composed girl I was ten minutes ago, but the words dissolve on my tongue. All I can see is the sheer black lace clinging to her skin, the dark shadow of her areolas visible through the fabric, the way her hipbones cut sharp angles above the waistband of her boyshorts.Something inside me snaps. I don't decide to move. My body just acts.I surge forward.I slam into Maya, the impact jarring us both. I drive her backward until her spine collides with the plaster wall. A dull thud echoes through the room, followed immediately by the frantic rustle of our clothes. I have her pinned. My hands are on her, not tentative or shaking anymore, but gripping her shoulders with a desperate force, my fingers digging into the soft skin above her collarbone.Maya gasps, a sharp intake of breath that sounds like surprise and del
Chapter 2The cardboard box sat on my bed like a heavy, beige anchor, the only thing in this half of the room that made sense. I stared at the open flaps, my fingers gripping the edge until they turned white. I needed to move. I needed to do something normal, something routine, to scrub the lingering sensation of Maya’s breath against my ear from my skin.I pulled a stack of textbooks out, Biochemistry, Anatomy, Organic Chemistry, and placed them on the desk, aligning the spines perfectly with the edge of the wood. Thud. Thud. Thud. The rhythm was soothing. It was the sound of order. It was the sound of the next four years going exactly according to plan.Behind me, the rustle of fabric was too loud, too deliberate.I didn’t turn around. I focused on lining up my highlighters in a color scheme, yellow, orange, pink, green. "God, it’s stifling in here," Maya’s voice drifted over, low and raspy, like smoke curling off a cigarette.I heard the distinct sound of a zipper sliding down, t
Chapter 1 The cardboard box in my arms feels heavier with every step up the concrete stairwell, the rough edges digging into my forearms. The air in the hallway is thick, It smells like floor wax, dust, and the faint, metallic tang of old radiators. I shift my weight, listening to the muffled thumps of bass from somewhere down the hall, the chaotic energy of move-in day vibrating through the walls. I adjust my glasses, pushing them up the bridge of my nose, and check the number on the door again. 304. This is it. The start of everything I’ve worked toward since high school.I take a breath, trying to quiet the flutter in my chest, and turn the handle. The door swings open with a creak, revealing a room that is already half-claimed. The left side is a explosion of organized chaos, posters of bands I don’t recognize tacked to the wall in haphazard collage, a tangled web of black chargers spilling across the desk like vines, and a comforter that looks like a dark, bruised purple.
Chapter 11Richard's strong hands guided me forward; my steps were unsteady beneath the blindfold, and the silk was soft against my skin. His fingers flexed against my waist, possessive yet tender, as if he were memorising the curve of my hip through the thin lace of my dress. "We're here," he mur
Chapter 4I stood at the backstage in the auditorium, and from here I could smell popcorn and perfume. My hands trembled as I smoothed the fabric of the red dress over my hips. The material clung to me like a second skin; the neckline dipped low enough to show a small amount of cleavage, and the h
Chapter 1 The door creaked open, the sound sending a shiver down my spine. I didn’t turn, didn’t need to. The weight of his presence filled the room before he even spoke. I could feel him, his height, his broad shoulders, the way his sharp suit hugged his huge frame. The air between us felt elect
Chapter 2His free hand fisted my hair, yanking my head back so I was forced to meet his gaze. His breath was hot against my lips, his eyes dark with something feral. “You don’t know what you’re asking for,” he growled, but his voice was rough, strained, and I could hear the lie in it.“Yes, I do,”







