LOGINChapter 3I stay on the floor with the cool wood of the hallway pressing against my legs through my thin skirt. The photo frame is still against my chest and I can still feel where his hand was on my back, the weight of his arm around my shoulders and how close his body was. Everything he didn’t say is still hanging in the air. I push myself up, muscles stiff, and walk into my bedroom, leaving the door open a little. I don’t bother changing. I just lie on top of the covers in my wrinkled clothes and stare at the ceiling.Sleep isn’t coming at all . Every time I close my eyes I see his face…the way his eyes dropped to my mouth, the conflict in them. My body feels restless, still wound up from earlier, and it has nothing to do with grief. It’s him. The memory of his touch isn’t fading. It’s still stuck in my head. I remember the rough feel of his thumb on my back, the solid muscle of his thigh when I leaned into him. I toss and turn until the sheets are tangled around my legs. The hou
Chapter 2The sun is just starting to come through my curtains when I finally give up on sleep. My clothes are wrinkled from lying in them all night, twisted around me. I sit up, the mattress creaking under me, and listen. The house is quiet except for the faint hum of the refrigerator downstairs. My wrist still feels the spot where Cassian’s thumb pressed against my pulse last night.When I open my bedroom door, the smell of coffee hits me right away. He’s already up. I take a breath and head downstairs, careful on the old wooden steps. Cassian is standing at the counter with his back to me, pouring milk into his mug. His shoulders shift under his thin t-shirt.“Morning,” he says without turning around.“Morning.” I walk over to the cupboard for a mug, but he’s standing right in front of it. I wait, shifting from one foot to the other. The space between us feels tight, full of everything we aren’t saying.He finally moves, just enough for me to squeeze past and our arms brush making
Chapter 1I’ve been back in the house for six days and it still smells like her. Not strongly, but I still notice the smell. When I walk past the living room or open the hall closet, all I smell is my mother. Cassian had everything cleaned twice after the funeral. It didn’t really help. The smell’s still in the walls somehow. Or maybe it’s just in my head.The house feels bigger than it used to. Quieter too. I keep expecting to hear her voice from the kitchen or the soft sound of her favorite show playing in the background. Instead there’s just the low hum of the refrigerator and the occasional creak of the floorboards when Cassian moves around downstairs.I came home later than I meant to tonight. The porch light was on, which told me he’d waited up. He always does that now. I used to think it was just a habit. Lately I’m not so sure.He’s in the kitchen when I walk in. Sleeves pushed up to his elbows, one hand resting on the counter, a glass of water sitting untouched beside him.
Chapter 8The silk is cool against my skin, but his body on top of me is still hot. His arm is locked tight around my waist, holding me down against the mattress.His cum is still leaking out of me, warm and sticky on my thighs. The room smells like sex and the faint trace of his cologne. The only sound is our breathing. His words from earlier keep turning over in my head “I’ll want you again before morning.” Everything aches, deep and sore, but my body still tightens at the thought of it.I try to shift a little, just to ease the pressure on my hip where his fingers left marks, but his grip tightens right away.“Where do you think you’re going?” His voice is rough. The sleep is already gone from it.“Nowhere,” I try to whisper even though I shake a little.“Good.” He says as his hand moves from my waist to my breast and squeezes hard enough to make me gasp. His fingers find my nipple and twist until the line between pain and pleasure blurs. “Because I’m not done with you yet.”He ro
Chapter 7His words keep turning over in my head—I’m going to ruin you for anyone else and more tears keep slipping out of the corners of my eyes no matter how hard I try to stop them. The sheets are cool against my back, but every place his skin touches mine feels too warm. His cum is already leaking out of me, slow and sticky, running down the insides of my thighs and onto the bed.Dmitri shifts and props himself up on his elbows so he can look at my face. He watches the tears for a long moment, then reaches out and wipes one away with his thumb. He brings the thumb to his mouth and tastes it, eyes still on mine.“Still crying?” His voice is low and rough from everything we just did. “Good. I want you to remember this feeling.”He starts moving again before I can answer. His cock hardens inside me even though he only came a few minutes ago. The stretch burns this time, everything is still too sensitive, too swollen. I make a small sound and try to shift away from the pressure, but
Chapter 6The orgasm hits me hard and sudden, tearing through my body so violently that I scream. My back arches sharply as it keeps rolling through me, one wave after another, and my pussy clenches tight around his cock, pulsing and squeezing while he keeps thrusting into me without slowing down.He comes right after me with a deep, rough groan, flooding me with heat. He doesn’t stop moving right away. He keeps fucking me through it, drawing everything out until my arms give out and I’m left trembling and limp over the desk, barely able to hold myself up.Finally he goes still, buried all the way inside me. I can feel his cock twitching with the last tremors of his realese. We stay like that for a long moment, both of us breathing hard and uneven.When he finally pulls out, it’s slow. I feel his cum start to trickle down the insides of my thighs. I’m still bent over the desk, exposed and used, and I don’t move.“Clean yourself up,” he says. His voice is already calm again and back to
Chapter 2 The air outside the academy is cold enough to bite, but Elliot is warm beside me, practically dragging me toward the waiting Uber he ordered before I even agreed to go out. That’s Elliot, always two steps ahead, always with glitter in his veins.We slide into the backseat together, and
Chapter 3Adrian stood there like a god-like figure bathed in the red glow of the room’s lighting, his skin glistening with a sheen of sweat, his grey hair shimmering like silver. His eyes locked onto mine, piercing and intense, as he stepped into the room. “Hello, beautiful,” his deep voice rumbl
Chapter 3The pool area was already bursting with energy when we arrived. Music pulsed through the air, the bass thrumming in my chest. Bodies glistened under moonlight, laughter and splashes filling the air as Elara's friends lounged on chaises, sipped cocktails, or dove into the shimmering blue w
Chapter 6 My fingers dug into the cold granite countertop at his request, my knuckles turned bone-white, and my breath came in short, sharp gasps. My spine was arched up, my ass lifting instinctively, presenting myself to him like an offering. The air was thick with the scent of my arousal, my we







