INICIAR SESIÓNI looked at her dad, who was now staring at me with a look that could pierce through steel. He didn't look happy. He looked like he was deciding which part of the woods to bury me in. Aria squeezed my hand, her eyes meeting mine for a split second. There was a spark of mischief in them, a dark, hidden challenge. She had just raised the stakes again. "Nice to meet you, sir," I managed to choke out, even though my head was spinning. "So," Mr. Sterling said. "The boyfriend. Hmm?" "Yes, Dad," Aria said. She didn't let go of my hand. Her skin was soft against my palm, but her grip was like a warning. "I see." The man crossed his arms. "I assume he’s staying the night if he’s here to work on the vintage Ford in the morning.” “Yes Dad.” “So… Aria, is your... boyfriend taking the guest room? Or have you two already reached a stage where he stays in yours?" Ok. Her father was like my dad. Free. To the extent that he acknowledged the fact that his daughter could fuck. Aria gave her fa
The last forty-eight hours had been a living hell. My brain was short-circuiting. It was like Aria had planted a virus in my head, and every time I tried to go back to my old life, the system crashed. Take yesterday, for example. I was in the back of the gym with Zee. She was one of those girls who usually made me forget my own name. She was pressed against me, her hands under my shirt, her mouth working against mine with a desperate, hungry heat. It was escalating fast. I had my hands on her waist, ready to hike her up onto the equipment and finish this. Then, a sound. A sharp, dry throat-clear. I snapped my eyes open. It was Aria. She was walking by the gym doors. She didn't stop. She just glanced in, saw me with my hands full of another girl, and kept walking like she was looking at a piece of boring trash on the sidewalk. The fire in my gut died instantly. "Davis? What's wrong?" Zee whispered, her breath hot against my neck. She tried to pull me back down, her lips searchin
The night class was suffocating. The only light in the room came from the flickering blue glow of the projector, casting long, dancing shadows against the back wall. The professor’s voice was a boring drone, talking about ancient history while my blood was screaming for something modern. I scanned the dark rows until I saw her. Aria. She was sitting toward the back, her glasses perched on her nose, scribbling notes like her life depended on it. She looked so beautiful. So defiant. I didn't even think. I just stood up and slid into the empty seat right next to her. Somehow she knew it was me. "Move, Davis," she whispered, not even looking up. Her voice was sharp, but low. "I don't like you sitting this close to me. You’re distracting.” I didn't move an inch. I leaned back, my shoulder brushing against hers. "I can't help it, Aria. I haven't been able to get you out of my head since yesterday. That slap... it left a mark. In more ways than one." “Get out.” “Is that your kink? Bec
The next morning, the hallway was a busy sea of moving bodies and slamming lockers. I leaned against a cold metal door, my eyes fixed on the corner where the stairs met the main floor. I had been waiting for twenty long minutes. Most girls would have tripped over themselves to see me standing there, but I knew Aria wouldn't. Then, I saw her. She was walking with her head up, clutching a stack of books tightly to her chest. She looked different from the others—less desperate, more composed. It drove me crazy. It fueled the want deep inside me. As she brushed past me, not even caring that someone like me was standing there and she was passing, I didn't say a word. I just reached out, wrapped my fingers firmly around her slim bicep, and hauled her backward. I pulled her into the small, shadowed alcove behind the vending machines. “Ouch!” "What the hell, Davis!" she flared, her voice sharp and loud. She tried to yank her arm away, her eyes flashing with heat and anger. "Are you insan
Davis The tiles in the handicap stall were cold, but the girl pressed against them was burning up. My name is Davis. 20 years old, a high Senior, and this girl right here, Her name was... Cindy, or maybe Chelsea—I didn’t really care. She had her skirt bunched up around her waist, and her breath was hitching in my ear as I buried my face in the crook of her neck.The air in the bathroom was thick with the scent of her sweet perfume and the sharp smell of bleach. I was moving with a heavy, rhythmic pace, my hands locked onto her hips to keep her pinned."mmm-ph... Davis... yes... right there..." she whimpered, her fingers clawing at the shoulders of my leather jacket.I was focused, my jaw set as I drove into her. The sound of our skin meeting was a wet, steady slap that echoed off the porcelain. I was seconds away from finishing, the heat in my gut coiling tight.Then, the door handle rattled.The lock was flimsy. With a sharp click, the stall door swung inward.A girl stood there. S
Zoe "Your hand is so cool, Zoe," he breathed, rubbing my palm against his heat through the heavy denim of his jeans. "Don't tell me you don't want this. I felt you under that table while everyone else was talking. You were soaking.""We can't, Zeth! Please," I objected, but my fingers were already curling around him as he unzipped, my resolve crumbling at the first touch. I started stroking him willingly. I couldn't help it; the magnetic pull of him was stronger than my common sense.“I want to fuck you, Zoe.”Damn. The way he said these taboo things with that gravelly, uncompromising edge. I felt myself pulsing, throbbing, my clit breathing for more as a familiar, demanding ache settled deep in my bones."Just... just one more time,” I said before I could stop myself. “One more. That's it. Promise me.""I'm not promising you that, baby," he growled, his eyes dark with a hunger that told me one time would never be enough for him.He flipped me around with a sudden, rough jerk, pressi
Sienna's pov The massive iron gates of the Sex and Lust Academy towered over me. They were shaped like tangled bodies, glowing with a soft, pulsing yellow light. I had waited seven months for this. I had written letters, sent photos, done videos, and begged for a chance. And finally, the golden en
Sienna's pov I walked out of the Registrar's office, my legs still shaking. The red 'A' on my thigh felt hot. A tall, muscular student was waiting for me outside the door just as William had said.He was completely naked, just like I was. He didn't look at my face; he looked straight at the brand
The afternoon sun was burning the high school parking lot. I sat in the driver’s seat of the SUV, the air conditioning humming, making me cool even though it was hot out. I was here to pick up Angel as per her request this morning.I kept checking my watch. And now, it was almost time. Elena was st
Cara.Monday morning. I was there again. Now fully dressed.I stood in the lobby, my heart beating loud in my chest.Unlike 3 days ago, today everything looked… normal. Patients were checking in. Kids were crying. Doctors in blue scrubs were walking fast with clipboards. It was the hospital I had a







