LOGINThe sun was just starting to turn the sky a pale, dusty gray. Inside Room 402, the air was still heavy and hot. Chloe sat on the edge of Jax’s bed, trying to pull her hair into some kind of order. Her body felt heavy, and her skin was sensitive to every touch of the air. She looked at Jax, who was lying back against the pillows, watching her with a dark, satisfied look in his eyes."You're not leaving yet," Jax said. It wasn't a question. It was a command."Jax, the sun is coming up," Chloe whispered, though she didn't move. "If I get caught sneaking out of the boys' wing now, everyone will know.""Let them know," Jax said, reaching out and grabbing her wrist. He pulled her back onto the bed. "I want to leave you with a memory that lasts longer than the walk back to your room. One last time, Chloe. No roommates, no laundry machines. Just me and you, until you can't even remember your own name."The Final HuntChloe didn't fight him. She couldn't. The way Jax looked at her—like she was
Jax didn't want to go to the roof. He wanted to finish what they started in the place where it all began. He looked at Chloe, who was still slumped on the dryer, and he knew she was too weak to walk back. He reached down and scooped her up into his arms. Her skin was hot and slick with sweat, and she felt heavy and soft against him."Hold your breath," Jax whispered into her ear. "We’re going back to the room. My roommate usually sleeps through a thunderstorm, but we have to be like ghosts."Chloe wrapped her arms tightly around his neck. She buried her face in his shoulder, breathing in the scent of him—soap, sweat, and raw man. Jax carried her out of the laundry room and back into the dark hallway. He moved with the grace of a predator, stepping over the creaky floorboards he had memorized on the way out.Every time a door in the hallway clicked or a student coughed in their sleep, Chloe squeezed Jax tighter. The fear of being caught naked in his arms made her pussy throb with a fre
The water was still dripping from their bodies as they stepped out of the shower stall. Chloe felt heavy and warm. Her legs were shaking so much she could barely stand. Jax wrapped the dry part of the towel around her shoulders, but his eyes were already looking for the next place to claim her."The laundry room is just around the corner," Jax whispered. He leaned in and licked a stray drop of water from her collarbone. "Nobody goes there this late. And the machines... they make a lot of noise. We won't have to be so quiet."Chloe felt a jolt of excitement. She loved the risk. She loved that Jax couldn't get enough of her. She pulled her wet, see-through dress back over her head. It stuck to her skin, showing every curve of her body. "Lead the way," she breathed.They crept through the hallway again. The boys' hostel was silent. They reached a heavy metal door. Jax pushed it open, and the smell of detergent and warm air hit them. The room was full of massive white washing machines and
The room was quiet now, except for the sound of their heavy breathing. The desk was still vibrating from the force of their first session. Chloe felt the warm weight of Jax’s seed inside her, a thick reminder of what he had just done to her. But she wasn't done. Not even close."We need to clean up," Jax whispered, his lips brushing against her sweaty neck. "But the showers are down the hall. We have to be quiet. If the RA catches a girl in the boys' wing, we’re both dead."Chloe smiled, her eyes dark with a new kind of hunger. "Then make sure you keep my mouth busy, Jax. Because I want more."They stood up, their skin sticking together for a second before pulling apart with a wet sound. Chloe quickly pulled her silk dress back on. It was ruined now, soaked with sweat and sex, but it didn't matter. Jax grabbed a single white towel and wrapped it around his waist. He looked like a god in the moonlight—broad shoulders, narrow hips, and a chest that was still heaving.Jax opened the door
The girls' hostel was quiet, but Chloe’s mind was screaming. It was 11:30 PM, and the air in her small room felt too thick to breathe. She was wearing a tiny silk dress with nothing underneath—no bra, no panties, just the thin fabric against her skin. She had one goal tonight: the boys' hostel, Room 402.Jax was the new guy. He had messy dark hair, eyes that looked right through you, and a body that looked like it was carved out of stone. Every girl on campus was talking about him, but Chloe didn't want to talk. She wanted to feel him.She slipped out of her window, her heart hammering against her ribs. The grass was cold under her feet as she ran across the dark campus. The boys' hostel was a place most girls stayed away from at night, but Chloe felt a different kind of hunger. She reached the back entrance, slipped past the sleeping guard, and started climbing the stairs.The KnockWhen she reached Room 402, she didn't hesitate. She knocked three times—hard.The door swung open, and
The screen in the video room was still glowing with the high-definition images of Sarah’s destruction. The air was thick, smelling of champagne, honey, and the heavy musk of three men. Sarah lay on the glass table, her breath coming in short, ragged hitches. She looked at the monitor, watching herself scream on camera, and felt a fresh jolt of electricity shoot through her core."He's coming," Leo whispered, his voice dark and hungry. "My father’s best friend, Mr. Sterling, is pulling into the driveway. But before he gets here... before we show him the masterpiece... I want to see you break one last time."Sarah’s eyes went wide. She was already sensitive, her body humming from the hours of play, but the forbidden thrill of a guest arriving—and her husband’s impending return—made her pulse race."I’m ready," Sarah gasped. "Don't stop. I want to be so full of you that I can't even stand to greet him."Marcus didn't wait for a second invitation. The giant guard grabbed Sarah by the wais
The sun was just starting to come up, but the heat in my bedroom hadn't gone away. If anything, it felt even hotter now. Marcus was lying next to me, his massive arm draped over my waist. I looked at him in the early light. He looked like a giant. His skin was bronze, covered in sweat and ta
The sun was just starting to peek through the curtains of the bedroom. It was a warm, golden light that hit the big, soft bed where Dante and Elena slept. Today was a very special day. It was their anniversary. They had been married for five years, but to Dante, every day with Elena felt like
The university was dark. Most of the students had gone home because of the heavy rain, but I was still sitting in the back of the library. I couldn't focus on my books. All I could think about was Professor Elias.He was thirty-two, tall, and always wore these expensive suits that fit him per
The next day in class was a nightmare. I sat in the front row, just like always. I watched Professor Elias talk about history, but I wasn't listening to his words. I was looking at his hands. I was thinking about those hands on my skin. I was thinking about the way he looked when he lost control.E







