LOGINCHAPTER 5HILDATwo days later the ache between my legs hadn’t faded at all.It had only gotten worse—deeper, hotter, like my body had decided Jayden’s cock was the only thing that could fix it. I spent forty-eight hours replaying every filthy second in that haunted house: the way he’d stretched me slow under red moonlight, the way he’d called me his slut while he filled me up again and again, the way his number stared back at me on my phone under that ridiculous contact name. The Ghost Who Fucked You Senseless. I’d laughed when I saw it. Now I was throbbing just reading it.So at eleven p.m. on the dot I stood outside his apartment door in nothing but his black hoodie, the one he’d left at my place after group project night months ago and a scrap of black lace that barely qualified as panties. No bra. No shoes. Just bare thighs, racing heart, and the kind of reckless want that made my skin burn.I knocked once.The door flew open so fast I barely registered his face before his hand s
CHAPTER 4HILDA I woke up first, body heavy and deliciously sore in places I didn’t even know could ache like this. My thighs stuck together where Jayden’s cum had dried overnight, skin tacky and marked with faint bruises from his grip, his teeth, his everything. Blankets tangled around our legs, pillows flattened under my head, and his arm still slung heavy across my waist like he’d claimed me even in sleep.I shifted just a little and winced—good wince, the kind that made heat bloom low in my belly all over again remembering how deep he’d been, how slow, how he’d held my throat and stared into my eyes while he filled me up twice more before we passed out. My core clenched at the memory, fresh slick mixing with the mess already there. God, I was wrecked. And grinning like an absolute idiot.Jayden stirred behind me, breath hot against my neck. His hand slid up my stomach, lazy and possessive, cupping one breast like it belonged to him. Which, honestly, after last night? It kind of
CHAPTER 3HILDAMy legs still felt weak, shaky from how hard Jayden had taken me against the wall, from the way his cum was still warm and sticky between my thighs, trickling slow every time I moved. But I didn’t care. I couldn’t stop looking at him—his hoodie half-zipped, hair messy from my fingers, that dark look in his eyes that said he wasn’t finished ruining me yet.We didn’t speak much at first. We just moved together, silent and sure, like we’d done this a hundred times even though this was the first. He tugged dusty blankets off the spare beds down the hall—thick wool ones that smelled like old lavender and dragged them back to the master bedroom. I followed with armfuls of flattened pillows, the kind that had probably belonged to someone’s grandmother, soft and lumpy now. We spread everything out on the hardwood floor right under the big cracked stained-glass window, the one that painted long red streaks across the room whenever the moon hit it just right. The moonlight fell
CHAPTER 2HILDAHis forehead remained pressed to mine, his breaths coming in harsh, uneven pulls as though he were fighting to keep himself leashed. Then his hands shifted, quick and impatient. My body clenched around emptiness, already aching for him again even though the aftershocks of my climax still rippled through me."Jayden," I began, my voice cracked and fragile."Shut up," he growled, like a switch was flipped."You really think I'm done with you after the way you soaked my fingers like a desperate little slut?" My cheeks flamed, but my hips tilted toward him without permission, needy and unashamed.He let out a dark, cruel laugh. "Yeah. That's exactly what I thought."His hands were rough as they shoved my skirt higher, gathering the fabric around my waist until the cool air brushed against the slick mess between my thighs. In one swift motion he hooked my leg over his hip, opening me wide and leaving me completely exposed in the pitch-black closet. I felt the blunt, thick
HAUNTED HOUSE DARECHAPTER 1HILDAThe house smelled like dust. Very creepy shit. Midnight hit and there we were—six of us idiots crammed through the splintered front door, flashlights swinging like drunk fireflies, passing around the half-empty bottle of strawberry-flavored vodka that tasted like red candy.“Twenty bucks each if we chicken out,” Malik had said earlier, grinning like the devil himself. “But if we make it till dawn? Bragging rights forever.”I kept stealing looks at Jayden the whole walk over. He never looked back. Just walked ahead in that black hoodie that swallowed him whole, hands shoved deep in his pockets.We’d never really talked. Not once. Just those awkward group-project nods across the lecture hall. “Hey.” “Yeah.” “Pass the stapler.” That was our entire history.Inside, the foyer was massive and freezing. Floorboards groaned under our sneakers like they were pissed we showed up. Someone—probably Temi—screamed when a curtain moved.“It’s just wind, dumbass,”
CHAPTER 5AVAThe thunderstorm rolled in late that summer evening, sudden and fierce, just like the one that had changed everything between us weeks ago. Lightning cracked across the sky, illuminating the living room in sharp white flashes, thunder rumbling deep like it was echoing the storm inside me. I stood by the big window, watching rain lash the glass, my body tingling with memories—Grant's strong arms around me that night, his thick cock sliding deep for the first time, his low groans in my ear as he filled me up.I heard his footsteps behind me, heavy and sure, and then his warmth pressed against my back, arms wrapping around my waist possessive. "Storm again, huh?" he murmured low in my ear, beard scraping my neck soft, making me shiver. "Triggers memories for you too, baby girl?""Yes, Daddy," I whispered, leaning back into his solid chest, feeling his hardness already growing against my ass through our clothes. "That night... when you finally took me. I can't stop thinking
CHAPTER 3MELISSAThe storm of the century hits just after midnight.The lighthouse groans like it’s alive, wind screaming, waves exploding against the rocks below. The lantern room is a chaos of lightning flashes and hurricane roar, and I’m pressed face-first to the massive curved glass, palms fla
CHAPTER 3IVYNight twenty-nine. One more night and the contract ends at sunrise.I’m pacing the obsidian bedroom in nothing but one of Lucian’s silk robes, thighs slick, pussy throbbing like it has its own heartbeat. He left this morning for some “infernal council” thing, kissed me stupid, and tol
THE DEVIL'S BARGAINCHAPTER 1IVYThe pentagram I drew with cheap red chalk is still smoking when the air rips open like someone just tore the night in half.I stumble back, heart in my throat, clutching the stupid little grimoire I found in the campus occult section. My rent notice is crumpled in
Chapter 4KATIEThe house is dead quiet.Mom and Dave are asleep down the hall.It’s past midnight, fairy lights still glowing soft pink in my room, but the camera is off.No ring light. No stream.Just me and Zach.I’m on my knees between his legs, his cock hot and heavy on my tongue.I’m taking h







