LOGINChapter 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 5I don’t let myself think. I surge forward, my hands finding her waist, pulling her up onto my lap. She’s burning, her skin slick with sweat, her body trembling as Liam fucks her from behind, his cock pistoning in and out of her with brutal, relentless strokes. Her arms wrap around my neck, her forehead pressing against mine, her breath hot and ragged against my lips. “Fuck, yes,” she gasps, and I can feel every jolt of Liam’s hips, every deep, punishing thrust, like it’s happening to me. My clothes are too tight, my clit throbbing, my body aching with the need to be filled, to be used just like she is.Liam’s grip on my hair tightens, his other hand slapping Mia’s ass hard enough to make her yelp. “That’s it,” he growls. “Let her see how much you love being a fucking slut for us.” Mia’s nails dig into my shoulders, her body clenching around him, her whimpers turning to broken sobs as she comes again, her pussy fluttering around his cock. I can feel it, the way her body
Chapter 3My cock sprang free, aching and leaking, but Dylan didn’t touch it. Instead, he grabbed my ankles, jerking me to the edge of the couch, my ass hanging half-off.“Spread your legs,” he ordered, and I did, my thighs trembling. The first slap to my inner thigh made me jump, the sting sharp a
The King’s Pov Selene Vaelor stands in the center of the chamber, her wrists bound in silver chains that should make her tremble, but don’t. She’s smaller than I expected, but there’s nothing fragile about the way she holds herself. Her spine is straight, her chin lifted just enough to meet my ga
Chapter 5The elevator doors slide shut with a quiet ding, sealing me inside with him. The space is too small, too intimate, the mirros reflecting our disheveled states, his suit still clean and straight despite how rough he was with me.My pulse thrums in my throat, my body still aching from the
Chapter 1I step through the wrought-iron gates, the clatter of the ticket booth closing behind me, and for a second, I let myself believe this might work, that the noise, the chaos, the press of strangers might drown out the voice in my head that won’t stop whispering you’re empty, you’re empty, y







