Mag-log inTowering over me as our mouths separate, he smiles at me looking up at him in confusion. It is his turn to lead, pushing into me in strong, hard strokes, his hand leaving my neck and moving to the bed beside me, supporting him as he starts kissing down my neck.
"Are those your demands, Doll?" He mutters into my neck. "That I spend more time fucking you?""That's not the only thing I said." I breathe back, smiling as my eyes close at the sensation of his tongue trailing over my skin.I watch the soft, relaxed expression on Eli’s face vanish, replaced by a sudden rigidity that makes his shoulders lock. His large hands drop from my waist and an immediate panic washes over my chest as the vulnerability of what I just confessed hits me.“You don’t have to say it back,” I say quickly, taking a step back and wrapping my arms tightly over my uniform skirt. “I… um… I just wanted you to know.”Eli rubs the back of his neck, his knuckles catching on the edge of his collar as he looks down at the floor, refusing to meet my eyes.“Why,” he says, his brows pulling together in a tight frown. “Why would you even say that?”The tone of his voice is entirely devoid of the tenderness from a moment ago. It sounds flat, bordering on annoyed, and the rejection hits me hard. My panic instantly morphs into a hot, defensive anger as my defenses flare up to protect whatever dignity I have left.“What the hell kind of response is that?” I demand, my thoughts screaming that I’ve just m
Eli slides off the mattress, yanking the gun from between my thighs and tucking it securely back into his waistband before I can even drag my breathing back to a normal rhythm. He lifts me off him and places me on the bed, then dashes across the room and slips into the narrow space between the heavy oak wardrobe and the bedroom door just as the handle begins to turn. I barely have enough time to kick my discarded panties under the edge of the bed before the door swings wide open and my mother steps in. “Lucy, sweetheart, everything alright in here?” “Of course, Mom,” I say, forcing my voice into a slightly high, airy register as I sit up on the edge of the mattress, flattening my skirt over my knees. “I’m just, uh, resting. It was a long day at school.” Mom’s brows furrow, her gaze sweeping across the rumpled sheets before landing on my flushed face. “Are you entirely certain? I swear I heard a noise from the hallway that sounded precisely like a squeal.” She stops, her nos
A/N: Sorry for the inconsistent updates guys. School has been kicking your girl's ass and I'm currently writing three books at the same time so I'm stretched thin. Butttt, I promise I'm working on a schedule that won't end with me in a coma so I promise it will all stabilize in due time. Also..... gun grinding trigger warning for this chapter (is that even a thing??). Anyway, watch out for some weird ass gun kink with our favorite couple. Have fun! P.S. My new book "His Dominant Sub" is out on GoodNovel now, featuring another couple from the Red Room. Do give it a try and let me know what you think. ~ Chloe is standing by the doorway with her hands resting on the straps of her bag and her eyes moving from the smeared blood on the floor straight to my face. Priya is right behind her, chewing on a piece of gum, her brow raised in that classic, investigative way she adopts whenever she smells drama. “Find out what?” Chloe repeats, stepping further into the room. She looks at Emma,
The heavy glass entrance doors of the high school haven’t even fully settled behind me before Emma blocks my path. She is standing near the rows of green metal lockers with her arms tightly crossed over her chest. I try to offer a casual wave, but she doesn’t blink.“When are you planning on doing it?” Emma asks as I approach.I stop, adjusting the strap of my bag on my shoulder. “Good morning to you too, Em. I slept wonderfully, thank you for asking.”“Don’t do the sarcasm thing right now,” she says, refusing to smile. “You know exactly what I’m talking about. Chloe. When are you going to tell her about you and Eli?”I look past her shoulder, scanning the crowded hallway to ensure a specific blonde head isn’t within earshot. “I really don’t know how to tell her, Em. You saw how she ran out of that hospital room. If I tell her that the guy she is crying over has been sneaking onto my roof for weeks, it won’t just hurt her. She will absolutely hate me forever.”“She’s hurting alre
The dining room is filled with the warm, rich scent of roasted lamb and rosemary, the heavy crystal chandelier overhead casting a soft glow across the polished mahogany table. For the first time since the shooting, my family actually feels like a family instead of a collection of heavily guarded assets trying to survive a corporate war. Tyler is currently mocking Lucas about his miserable attempt at a soccer tryout earlier this week, his voice full of that annoying big-brother superiority that usually makes me want to slide a fork into his thigh. “I’m telling you, David, he tripped over the penalty cone before he even touched the ball,” Tyler says, leaning back in his chair with a smug grin as he passes the basket of fresh rolls down the table. “The coach looked like he wanted to cry out of sheer embarrassment for our bloodline.” “It was windy, okay?” Lucas fires back, his cheeks turning a bright, defensive red as he aggressively stabs a piece of potato. “The ground was wet, and T
The white coat of the physician moves back and forth in front of the hospital window, the man’s voice a monotonous hum as he lists the post-discharge instructions. Eli sits on the edge of the bed, already dressed in a clean black t-shirt and jeans that the security staff had brought for him, his chest tightly bound beneath the fabric. “No heavy lifting for at least four weeks, Elias,” the doctor says, checking a box on his digital tablet. “The entry wound has closed nicely, but the muscular tissue beneath the ribs needs time to repair. You should strictly avoid any high-impact movements, keep your diet clean and low in sodium to prevent inflammation, and take the prescribed antibiotics every eight hours without fail. Do you understand everything I’ve just gone over?” “Yes,” Eli says, his voice flat as he stares at his own boots. He hasn’t listened to a single word the man has said for the past ten minutes. His entire brain is occupied by a suffocating mixture of frustration an
“You’re pregnant.” The word echoed loudly in my head as I tried to pinch myself awake. It took a while for my brain to fully process what the words actually meant. Finally, it did. “That’s not possible,” I said quietly. She folded he
Vincent’s chair stays pushed back an inch from the table, the faint scrape still in my mind even as the elevator doors close behind me the next morning. His face when David made that condition stays with me too: the quick flash of possession in his eyes, the way his fingers tightened around mine
Tiny hands wrap around my legs and pull me out of the past so violently that I gasp. “Mama.” I look down blinking, my heart still somewhere years ago, still standing in my living room with divorce papers shaking in my hands. My daughter presses her cheek
Hi everybody. In light of the last chapter dropping tomorrow, I have so much that I want to say to you all before we wrap it up here.I never imagined when I published the first chapter, it would get the response it’s gotten. I was shocked when so many of you responded when I con







