Marked By My Best Friend's Brother

~ElaraI barely registered the shuffling of students leaving the lecture hall. Aria Valecrest leaned over my desk, eyes sparkling with excitement as she waved her phone in front of me.“Wow, I actually improved! From 56th to 24th, can you believe it?” She grinned wide. “Those extra lessons you gave me after class really paid off. Thank you, seriously.”I tried to smile back, but it felt flat. My own screen showed 94% at the top, yet all I could focus on was the heat crawling through my veins like liquid fire.Aria wasn’t finished. She suddenly spun toward the front row and shouted, “Hey, guy! You got first as usual, but last time you had 86, now 94? You’re truly a nerd, damn!”A few people laughed and congratulated me. I stayed silent, fingers digging into the edge of the desk. The restlessness was getting worse. My skin felt too tight, my pulse heavy and low between my thighs. Every small movement sent a fresh wave of aching need through me.Aria finally noticed something was off. H

~ElaraHe smiled wickedly and crawled back up my body. His mouth latched onto my breast again, sucking hard on my sensitive nipple before he kissed me deeply. I tasted myself on his tongue, sweet, filthy, and strangely intoxicating. I moaned into his mouth, shocked at how much it turned me on.Then I felt the thick head of his cock pressing against my soaked entrance.He pushed in.“Ahhhhhh…!!” I screamed, my back arching violently off the bed. He was huge. The stretch burned, bordering on pain, but the pleasure that followed it was insane. He didn’t give me time to adjust, he sank deeper and started moving fast, deep, powerful strokes that made my toes curl.“Oh my god—! Fuck—! Slow down— ahh! Fuckkk!”He didn’t slow down. He fucked me harder, hips slamming against mine with wet, obscene sounds. Every thrust hit so deep I saw stars. My breasts bounced wildly with each brutal stroke.“Is this what you wanted?” he growled, gripping my ass with both hands and squeezing hard as he poun

~RyanI stood in front of the mirror adjusting the collar of my black dress shirt. Polite enough for my father’s liking, but still me. I put on a dark tailored trousers, an expensive watch, sleeves rolled once to show some of the tattoos crawling up my forearms. I wasn’t going to pretend to be something I wasn’t. Before heading out, I made a call.One of my personal guards picked up on the first ring.“There was a girl in this house yesterday,” I said, voice low. “Not too short, maybe 5’6 or 5’7. Long dark hair, thick and silky. Body like a fucking sin, heavy tits, small slim waist, wide hips, big ass that fits perfectly in my hands. Nerdy glasses and a beautiful face. Find her.”The guard hesitated. “Boss… that’s not exactly a lot to go on.”I smiled coldly. “Should I do it myself?”He chuckled nervously. “No, sir. I’ll handle it.”“Good.”I ended the call, grabbed my keys, and took the matte black Cybertruck. The drive to the school was smooth. When I pulled up, students immediatel