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The Summoning: Sister’s Fall

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The black SUV rolled to a stop outside the crumbling old church at exactly 2:47 AM. Rain fell in a thin, icy drizzle, making the broken steps glisten under the headlights. The building had been abandoned for years stained glass windows boarded up, weeds pushing through cracks in the stone, and a leaning crucifix on the roof that looked ready to fall.

Freya Lang sat in the back seat, wearing nothing but a long black coat and cheap lingerie underneath. Her hands wouldn’t stop shaking. The mar
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  • Painful Pleasures(Short Steamy Collections)   **Chapter 6**

    Claire woke up Monday morning in her own bed for the first time in days. It felt wrong. She stared at the ceiling for a while, then checked her phone. No new messages. Noah had walked her upstairs late Sunday night after they finally decided she should sleep in her own place before the work week started. The goodbye kiss had lasted longer than it needed to. She got up, made coffee, and tried to work. The designs on her screen looked the same as always. Her mind did not. Around ten her phone buzzed. Noah: *You make it through the morning?* Claire: *Barely. You?* Noah: *Counting the hours.* She smiled at the screen longer than she should have, then put the phone down and forced herself to finish a client file. By lunch the restlessness was worse. She ate a sandwich standing at the counter and kept glancing at the floor like she could see through it to his apartment. At 5:40 she gave up pretending. She went downstairs and knocked. Noah opened the door still in his work cloth

  • Painful Pleasures(Short Steamy Collections)   **Chapter 5**

    Claire woke up Saturday morning in Noah’s bed for the third day in a row. Sunlight came through the half-open blinds in thin stripes across the sheets. Noah was already awake, lying on his side watching her. “Creepy,” she said, voice still rough from sleep. He gave a small smile. “Just checking you were still here.” “I said I’d stay the weekend.” “I know.” He reached over and brushed hair off her face. “Still feels new.” They stayed in bed longer than usual. No rush. No work. Noah eventually got up and made coffee while she used the bathroom. When she came out he handed her a mug and they stood at the counter drinking it the same way they had all week. “You want to get out of the building for a bit?” he asked. “Yeah.” They walked to a diner a few blocks over and ordered breakfast. Eggs, toast, more coffee. The place was half full and loud in a comfortable way. Noah told her about a job site from last year that had flooded overnight. She told him about the worst client she’d

  • Painful Pleasures(Short Steamy Collections)   **Chapter 4**

    Claire spent most of Thursday pretending she wasn’t watching the clock. Work - She fixed the same layout twice, answered emails late, and kept glancing at her phone even though Noah had already said he’d be late. By the time six o’clock came and went she was restless. At 7:40 her phone buzzed. Noah: *Just got home. Still want to come down?* She didn’t answer with words. She just went. He opened the door in a clean T-shirt and jeans, hair still damp from a shower. The apartment smelled like soap and something he’d heated up in the microwave. “Long day?” she asked. “Yeah. Extra hours. You eat yet?” “Not really.” They shared the leftover pasta standing at the counter. It wasn’t much of a meal, but neither of them seemed to care. When the food was gone Noah set the container aside and pulled her in by the waist. The kiss started slow. It didn’t stay that way. Claire’s back hit the fridge. His hands slid under her shirt, warm against her skin. She pulled the shirt over her head

  • Painful Pleasures(Short Steamy Collections)   **Chapter 3**

    Claire woke up to the smell of coffee. For a second she forgot where she was, then felt the empty space beside her in the bed. She sat up. Noah’s shirt from last night was still on the floor. The bathroom door was open and the shower wasn’t running. She pulled on a T-shirt and walked out to the living room. Noah stood at her counter in his jeans from yesterday, no shirt, pouring coffee into two mugs. “Morning,” he said. “You’re still here.” “You didn’t kick me out.” He handed her a mug. “Figured I’d make coffee before I left for work.” She took it. The coffee was strong, the way she liked it. They stood there drinking in the quiet kitchen. It felt strangely normal. Noah checked the time on his phone. “I should go. Shift starts in forty minutes.” “Okay.” He set the mug down, stepped closer, and kissed her. It was quick but not casual. When he pulled back he said, “I’ll text you later.” Then he left. Claire stood in the kitchen for a while after the door closed. The apartmen

  • Painful Pleasures(Short Steamy Collections)   **Chapter 2**

    Claire woke up sore in a way that made the night before impossible to ignore. She lay there for a minute staring at the ceiling, then rolled over and checked the time. 7:42 a.m. Work emails were already waiting. She sat up, pulled on an old T-shirt, and went to make coffee. The apartment felt the same as always, but her body didn’t. Every step reminded her of Noah’s hands, his mouth, the way he’d moved inside her. She tried to push it aside and open her laptop. Around nine she heard movement downstairs. Footsteps. A door closing. A few minutes later the building’s front door opened and shut. He was leaving for work. She told herself that was good. Distance. Clear heads. By noon she was still thinking about him. She forced herself through the rest of the workday, answered client messages, fixed a design that didn’t need fixing. At five she closed the laptop and stood at the window. The street below looked ordinary. People walking home. A guy walking a dog. Nothing that mat

  • Painful Pleasures(Short Steamy Collections)   **Chapter 1**

    Claire had been listening to the noise for three nights straight.It started around eleven. Music first—low bass that thumped through the floorboards into her living room. Then voices. Laughing. A door slamming. Once she heard something that sounded a lot like a headboard hitting the wall.She lived alone on the second floor of a quiet building. The unit below had been empty for two months until the new guy moved in last week. She hadn’t seen him yet, only heard him.Tuesday night she finally had enough.She pulled on a hoodie over her tank top, shoved her feet into slippers, and went downstairs. The hallway smelled like someone had just cooked garlic. She knocked harder than she meant to.The music cut off. Footsteps. Next the door opened.The guy standing there was taller than she expected. Dark hair still damp like he’d just showered, gray T-shirt, black sweatpants. He looked surprised to see her.“Hey,” he said.“Hi. I’m Claire. From upstairs.” She pointed at the ceiling. “The mu

  • Painful Pleasures(Short Steamy Collections)   The Wrong Send

    *A New Collection I was sprawled across my bed in nothing but the thin silk robe I’d stolen from Mom’s closet, the fabric slipping off one shoulder as I read Tyler’s latest text for the third time. “Babe, I’m dying over here. Send me something filthy so I can stroke to it before I lose my mind.”

  • Painful Pleasures(Short Steamy Collections)   Gangbanged by Strengers

    *A New Collection: After being in a four years relationship with Jake, Emily catches him and her bestfriend hooking up. Heartbroken - Leading her to get complicated with some nasty strengers in the bar ready to split her open if she asked for it.(This is a continuation from my last book - Unheard P

  • Painful Pleasures(Short Steamy Collections)   Daddy's Turn

    Mark stood there in the near-dark, the faint glow from my nightlight catching the hard line of his jaw and the massive bulge straining the front of his gray sweatpants. He didn’t look shocked nor angry. He just looked… hungry. Like he’d been waiting for this exact moment. He stepped all the wa

  • Painful Pleasures(Short Steamy Collections)   Caught!

    I bit down hard on the pillow to keep from screaming as Jake’s thick cock drove into me again, and again, stretching my dripping pussy wide open. The bed creaked under us like it was about to give out, but I didn’t care, not tonight, not when his hips were slamming against my ass so perfectly,

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