ログインChapter 3I stayed slumped against the brick, my dress bunched uselessly around my waist, thighs slick and trembling. My ass and pussy throbbed with that deep, used ache that should have left me satisfied. It didn’t. If anything, the potions’ fading echo made me hungrier. The telepathic link had dulled to a faint hum, but it left behind this raw, exposed feeling, like every filthy craving I’d ever hidden was now laid bare between us.“We should go home,” Circe said, her voice still husky. She was buckling her harness back on, the thick strap-on jutting obscenely from her hips. Even in the dim light, I could see how flushed she was, how her chest rose and fell.“No.” The word slipped out before I could overthink it. I pushed off the wall and turned to face her, my ripped panties long gone, my dress hanging open at the top from earlier tugging. My breasts were exposed, nipples tight from the cool night air. I didn’t cover myself. “Here. I want it here. Don’t take me home yet.”Circe’
Chapter 2The alley smelled of rain on old brick and distant chimney smoke. My back hit the damp wall with a soft thud as Circe crowded me into the shadows, her body warm and insistent against mine. The black bag from Veils & Vices was still clutched between us, the two potion vials inside clinking softly against each other. My heart hammered so hard I could feel it in my throat.“Home,” Circe whispered against my mouth, but her hands had other plans. One thumb dragged slowly across my lower lip while the other slipped under the hem of my dress, fingertips grazing the soaked lace of my panties. I whimpered, thighs trembling. I was supposed to be the shy one. The careful one. Yet here I was, letting her finger me in a public alley like some desperate novice.“Or here?” she asked, voice rough.I didn’t answer with words. I couldn’t. Instead, I kissed her harder, tongues sliding, teeth nipping. Her fingers hooked my panties aside and two of them pushed inside me without warning. The
Chapter 1The worn floorboards groan beneath my bare feet as I pace the length of our apartment, each step faster than my last my heart is racing. Moonlight spills through the arched window, painting silver stripes across Circe where she lounges on our velvet couch, one leg draped elegantly over the armrest. She watches me with those amber eyes that always seem to see straight through my carefully constructed walls."Something's eating you alive tonight," she murmurs, her voice like warm honey. She shifts, causing the dark silk of her robe to part slightly, revealing the curve of her hip. My throat tightens.I stop pacing and grip the back of our reading chair, my knuckles white. "I've been thinking." The words come out softer than I intended. "About us."Circe sits up properly, the robe falling open just enough to make my mouth dry. "Thinking good things, I hope?" She pats the cushion beside her. "Come here. You're making me dizzy with all that walking."My feet move before my brai
Chapter 4His weight shifts above me, and my body is still buzzing, raw and oversensitive from the last shattering orgasm. I’m tied to Rafe’s massive penthouse headboard with smooth silk ties that feel deceptively soft against my wrists. The city lights spill through the floor-to-ceiling windows, painting everything in cool blues and golds, but nothing feels cool right now. I’m burning up.“Arms up,” he orders, that low, gravelly voice sending fresh heat pooling between my legs.I obey even though my shoulders ache. He leans over me, all dark hair and sharper edges, and wraps the silk around my wrists with practiced care. The first knot pulls tight, then the second, securing me to the headboard. I test the restraints instinctively and feel the burn in my muscles. No give. I’m completely at his mercy.“There,” Rafe murmurs, his fingers trailing slowly down my arms, raising goosebumps in their wake. “Now you can’t run even if you wanted to.”I’m spread wide beneath him, completely na
Chapter 3He pulls out slowly, and the sudden emptiness hits me so hard all at once. A wet, filthy sound accompanies the movement, and I feel the hot rush of his cum leaking from my stretched, pulsing pussy. Thick strands slide down my swollen inner thighs, smearing across the ruined leather seat. I’m slumped boneless against the door, chest heaving, the torn red silk of the dress clinging damply to my sweat-slick curves. My hair sticks to my face in wild strands. Every breath feels raw, shaky, like I’ve been hollowed out and remade in the shape of him.Rafe leans back in the passenger seat, suit rumpled, tie loose, looking every bit the satisfied predator. His dark eyes drag over me, lingering on the bite marks blooming across my breasts, the bruises already forming on my hips, the obscene mess between my legs. A slow, possessive smile curves his lips.“Look at you,” he murmurs, voice rough as gravel from exertion. “A fucking masterpiece. All marked up and dripping for me.”Somet
Chapter 2The cold clings to me long after Rafe goes back into the shadows. I stand frozen in the alley, rain hammering down, plastering my hair to my skull. The lights from The Rusty Spoon flickers across the wet pavement in streaks of green and purple. The baggie of pills sits heavy in my palm, but the real heat pulsing through me has nothing to do with them. Its the feeling of his thumb stroking my cheek, the low rasp of his voice against my ear, the way my body had leaned into him like it already knew who it belonged to.By the time I make it home, I’m soaked to the bone. My tiny apartment feels even smaller tonight. I peel off the drenched wool coat and clothes, leaving them in a sodden heap on the bathroom floor, and step under the scalding spray. Water beats against my skin until it turns pink, but it does nothing to wash away the memory of his touch. I fall asleep to the scent of rain mixed with smoke and the smell of Rafe.I wake up in the morning and for some reason I ha
Chapter 4The air is thick with the scent of old books and the faint, musky undertone of sweat… all mine, from the way my body had been betraying me all through out the class. I’d done it on purpose, of course. The way I’d tilted my chin right when I argued with him, the way I let my lips part sli
Chapter 2When I woke up, the first thing I noticed was the cold. Not the kind that makes you shiver, but the kind that makes you aware you’re completely naked.Moonlight spilled through the window, and my head throbbed, an ache so deep it made my stomach twist. I tried to sit up, but something pul
Chapter 1The sprinkler ticked in steady circles, watering the already perfect lawn. I watched from my bedroom window, with my chin resting on my hand, wondering if grass could get tired of growing in the same place every day. It was a stupid thought, but boredom made me think stupid about things.
Chapter 6He doesn't move. Doesn't blink. Then, slowly, he exhales, his broad chest rising and falling. He steps closer, the heat of his body enveloping me, his cock brushing against my knee. His hand lifts, his knuckles grazing my cheek before his fingers tilt my chin up, forcing me to meet his g







