LOGINChapter 7He fumbles with his belt, the metal buckle clinking loudly in the quiet room, then the harsh rasp of a zipper. He shoves his trousers and boxers down just enough, freeing his cock. It’s thick, angry, the head dark and swollen, jutting forward from a thatch of dark hair. He doesn't prep me. He doesn't ask if I’m ready. He grabs my ankles and yanks them up, spreading me wide, exposing the slick, pink flesh of my pussy to the cool air.He lines himself up and drives in.The force of it punches the air out of my lungs. He’s huge, stretching me wide, the friction burning as he buries himself to the hilt in one brutal thrust. I cry out, my back arching off the mattress, my hands gripping the sheets until my knuckles turn white. He doesn't pause to let me adjust. He pulls back and slams into me again, harder, deeper."You want it rough?" he snarls, his hands bruising my thighs as he holds them open. "Fucking take it then."He sets a punishing rhythm, his hips snapping forward wi
Chapter 6The water feels heavy as I pull myself up the ladder, the chlorine clinging to my skin like a second, chemical layer. I can feel the weight of Rowan’s gaze even before I see him, a burning, invisible touch that skates over my thighs and the curve of my ass. I don't look at him. I don't look at my father, still droning on about quarterly projections and profit margins. I just walk, the water sluicing off my body, hitting the tiles with a wet, rhythmic slap.I aim straight for Rowan. He’s sitting in the wrought-iron chair, stiff as a board, his knuckles white where he grips the armrests. He thinks he can hide behind his stoicism, thinks he can pretend I didn’t just ruin him under that table. He thinks the taste of my mouth is gone from his tongue.I stop right in front of him. The sun is blinding, reflecting off the pool surface and making me squint, but I don't need to see to know exactly where he is. I let my leg drag against his as I step past, not an accidental brush,
Chapter 5"Just... the heat in here, Richard. It's quite humid," Rowan rasps. His voice sounds wrecked, tight and strained.I hook my fingers into the waistband of his boxers and pull them down just enough to free him. His cock springs out, heavy and demanding in the dim light. I wrap my hand around the base, feeling the velvety skin stretched tight over the steel hardness of him. He pulses in my grip.I lean in and flick my tongue over the head, tasting the salty bead of pre-cum that has already gathered there. Rowan’s hand comes down under the table, his fingers tangling in my wet hair. He doesn't push me away. He grips my skull, holding me there, his thumb pressing against my ear..I open my mouth and take him inside, sliding down as far as I can. The angle is awkward, the table leg pressing into my back, but the thrill is out of this world. I suck hard, hollowing my cheeks, using my tongue to stroke the sensitive vein on the underside.Above me, the conversation continues. "Wel
Chapter 4Everything in hear is too bright, too clean. The air smells heavily of chlorine and expensive sunscreen, a chemical sweetness that coats the back of my throat. I float on my back in the center of the pool, letting the water push me up, staring at the high, vaulted ceiling.Near the edge, under a large white umbrella, my father and Rowan sit at a wrought-iron table. They are surrounded by spreadsheets and tablets, the blue light of the screens reflecting on their faces. My father is talking, his hands moving in sharp, chopping motions as he emphasizes some point about logistics or profit margins. Rowan listens, nodding slowly, sipping from a glass of iced water.I turn onto my stomach and begin a slow breaststroke toward the shallow end, cutting through the water with deliberate, lazy movements. The bikini I chose is black, barely there, high-cut on the hips to show off my legs. It’s a deliberate choice.As I get closer, I watch Rowan. He hasn’t looked at me once. Not a si
Chapter 3"Is this what you imagined?" he grits out, punctuating his words with sharp, deep jabs that make my toes curl in my heels. "When you were parading around in that dress? Did you think I’d just bend you over and fuck you like a cheap whore?""Yes," I gasp, the word torn from my throat. "God, yes."He releases my hair only to grab both my wrists, yanking them behind my back. He pins them there with one large hand, trapping me, arching my back even deeper. The loss of balance sends me sprawling further onto the hood of the truck, my cheek pressing against the cold, wet metal. I’m completely at his mercy."Look at you," he says, his voice dripping with dark amusement. "Taking it so well. Your father’s best friend, using this cunt like it belongs to me."The forbidden words hit me like a physical blow. The shame mixes with the pleasure, a toxic cocktail that sends me spiraling toward the edge. I shouldn't want this. I shouldn't be getting off on him talking about my father whil
Chapter 2The heavy oak front door clicks shut behind him, but the sound is swallowed instantly by the thunder cracking overhead. I don't let myself think. I don't let the cold, creeping dread of that text message settle in my bones. If I stop, I’ll have to process what my father did, what Rowan came here to do, and I can’t. Not yet. The only thing that exists right now is the magnetic pull dragging me toward the garage.I push through the side door into the dank, oil-scented air of the garage. The storm outside isn't just rain; it’s a violent, thrashing beast that rattles the corrugated metal roof. Rain hammers against the concrete driveway outside, a deafening roar that drowns out the world, leaving just this dim, grey space and the man standing next to his black pickup truck.Rowan has his back to me, one hand braced on the hood of his truck. He looks like a man fighting a war inside his own skin, every muscle in his back tense beneath his damp shirt."You lied," I say, my voice
Chapter 5I remained motionless, my breath shallow, my fingers laced together in my lap as I knelt on the cold wooden floorboards. Father Damian stood before me, his cassock draped over his broad shoulders. I kept my gaze fixed on the floor, but I could feel him, his heat, the way his breath. It’
Chapter 4My body was still trembling as I lay sprawled on the bedside, my skin flushed and slick, my breath coming in ragged gasps as the last waves of my orgasm faded. I knew better. I always knew better. But the need had been too much, the memory of Ethan’s hands, his mouth, his cock, too fre
Chapter 4I remained kneeling in the front pew, my fingers trembling as I recalled Father Damian’s sermon, each word directed towards me. I could still feel his gaze on me, as he’d spoken of temptation and sin.The scrape of a boot against stone made my spine stiffen. I didn’t need to turn to know
Chapter 2The heavy oak door groaned as I pushed it open. The library was huge, my favourite part of the church.My veil brushed against the cold stone floor as I moved deeper into the dimly lit aisles. The only light came from the stained-glass windows high above.My fingers traced the spines of t







