تسجيل الدخول"I don't forget anything you tell me,"Silasreplies with a wink. "Still waiting for that skinny dipping moment, though."I move my hips up into Beatrice's ass with a groan slipping past my lips. "Nowthatsounds right up my alley," I mutter, voice rough with desire.Silasswings open his door and gets in the back. My eyes track Beatrice as she climbs into the driver's seat. She's so tiny she has to adjust her seat and move the mirrors. She presses her foot against the gas pedal and the second she hits the gas, the car lurches forward.Both me andSilasslam back into our seats, the acceleration pushing us down. The roar of the engine mixes with her little laughs, breathy and all excited. I rest my hand on her thigh, holding on as the thrill of speed sends my pulse skyrocketing.Our eyes aren't on the road; they're on her. She's a natural, quick to adjust, already pushing the car harder and faster with every tur
AtticusIt's now been three weeks since the stabbing. The pain has dulled enough that I can finally move without wincing like some crippled old man, and I'm out of that damn hospital bed at last.Hell, I'm 6'4 and two hundred and fifty pounds. I'm too damn big to be stuck in a narrow cot meant for half my size. I felt like a caged animal—strapped down and forced to lie still. But you know what made it all bearable? My doll. She was with me every day, every hour, tucked against me. I made her crawl into that cramped bed and made her squeeze that sweet little ass right up against me. I didn't care how uncomfortable it was. In my mind, we fit just fine.Even though I'm out of that fucking hospital bed, I still need her next to me. Which means I've found myself inSilas'sbed. That's where Beatrice sleeps. If she's there, I'm there. She sleeps between us like she was meant to be there all along. When I close my eyes at night, I don't
"Such a dirty little slut for me."His words are heavy and degrading but they slide straight into me like molten heat. The smack to my pussy should've hurt but it didn't. It ripples through me, fire and pleasure tangled together."You get off on being used. Tell me you're my dirty little slut, doll face."My lips part but the words stick in my throat. His hand comes up again, a harder slap this time, right over my throbbing clit. My hips buck against his palm, chasing the contact."Yes..." My voice cracks, desperation bleeding through. "I-I'm your dirty little slut."It should insult me but instead it unravels me."That's right," he groans. His fingers slide through my slickness he's drawn out of me, circling my swollen clit. My legs shake, the sensitivity unbearable but addicting. My hands press against the tile for balance, nails scraping as my body tries to find an anchor against the sensation."Mmm," he hums, the sound vibrating. "Sucked my cock so good and now your cunt is beggin
My breath stutters but I obey. I part my lips and my tongue slips past them. I feel exposed and vulnerable but something about the command in his voice makes it impossible to resist. He pushes the tip into my mouth, sliding just past my lips and my eyes roll back. The weight of it, the taste, it's intoxicating. My thighs press together instinctively as I let out a soft whimper."That's it, doll face. Wrap those lips tight." His groan rumbles low, deep, and rough, echoing off the tile and sinking into my bones. "Fuck, just like that."Heat floods my cheeks as I seal my lips around him, the water dripping down his stomach and sliding onto my tongue. He twitches inside my mouth and the sounds he makes spurs me on. "Use your tongue," he growls. "Slow circles around the tip."I swirl my tongue around him, shy at first but growing bolder when I hear the hiss in his breath. The taste of him coats my tongue. Salty and addictive. Precum slides into my mouth and I love it. His head tips back ag
BeatriceAlmost two weeks have passed since that night. Since Atticus nearly bled out and nearly died in my arms.Every second of those moments is still burned into my memory. The panic. The fear. The helplessness. The doctor's orders have been clear. He needs rest but now, recovery also demands movement. Enough to keep his blood moving to prevent blood clots, but not so much that he risks injuring himself.This week, Silas and I have been taking turns keeping watch, making sure that Atticus hasn't been left alone for a single second. Truth be told, it's me he wants the most. So, here I am, pressed into the narrow hospital bed beside him. My back aches from the small cot, my shoulder sore from leaning against the rail. I won't complain though, not when he's hurting far more than I am.Today, Silas is busy preparing for the massive gathering that's coming up. So, it's just Atticus and me. This week has been long, exhausting, and terrifying. But being here, close to Atticus feels right.
SilasThe surgical room is dim, the curtains pulled tight to block out the harsh light of the day. One single lamp in the corner burns, casting a low, amber glow across the space. The smell is still here a metallic tang of blood laced with a sterile bite. No matter how many times I breathe it in, it makes my stomach coil tight.I've been getting work done the only way I can. Scrolling through my phone, answering messages, approving orders, sending warnings. My thumbs move automatically, but my mind never strays far from the bed between us.Beatrice sits across from me, her legs tucked under her in the chair, shoulders slightly hunched. She hasn't moved in days. Hasn't looked away fromAtticusunless she absolutely has to. I can't remember the last time she spoke more than a few words at a time. Her hair is tangled, her clothes creased from sleeping in them, but she doesn't seem to care.She's refused to leave. The only way she'l
Goddamn, Beatrice's got an ass on her. Round, high, and just asking to be held. Bitten. Spanked. Worshipped. I am an ass man through and through.My fingers twitch at the thought of how perfectly that ass would fit in my hands, how soft her skin would feel under my palms. I shift my stance, trying
SilasI sit behind my computer with next month's financial projections for Apex sprawled out across the screen. Line after line of numbers I usually dissect with precision. But today, they blur together, smearing into meaningless rows of black and white.I can't stop thinking about Beatrice.I lean
I slam my fist into his mouth, splitting his lip wide open. Teeth clack together. Blood sprays against my shirt. I pride myself on control. Pain should be calculated. But when it comes to the only thing I actually love in this world, that control shatters. The second Pete brought my brother into th
Finally, the fucker wakes up after what feels like forever. His eyes flutter open, sluggish and confused until he takes in the chains, the steel, the cave and then his eyes lock on me. The piss comes almost instantly. It leaks down his pant leg, pooling beneath the chair. I tend to have that effect







