LOGINMy heart was hammering so hard I could hear it over the soft music playing from under the pillow. Luca stood there at the edge of the bed, fingers still holding that red ribbon. The way he looked at me felt different now. Not the usual teasing smirk. Something hungrier.“You said you wanted to shut my mouth, right?” he asked again, his voice low and rough.I swallowed. My arms were tangled in the satin, one pinned awkwardly above my head. The ribbons around my thighs kept me from kicking properly. I was sweaty from my run, chest rising and falling fast, and the thin fabric of my tank top and shorts suddenly felt way too revealing.“Luca, come on,” I said, trying to sound annoyed. “This prank is stupid. Untie me before I kick your ass.”He didn’t laugh this time. Instead, he sat on the edge of the bed, making the mattress dip. His hand moved slowly, tracing the ribbon that crossed over my stomach. The light touch sent a shiver through me. I told myself it was because the satin was co
I’d put up with Luca’s bullshit for three long years, and I was done. Ever since Mom married his dad, our house turned into his personal stage for every stupid, dirty joke he could come up with. Luca was twenty-four, cocky as hell, and thought he was the funniest guy alive. To me, he was just annoying.I’m Amelia, twenty-two, blonde, and trying to finish my last year of college without losing my mind. I run every morning, study late, and keep my room clean. Luca works from home doing God-knows-what on his laptop and spends the rest of his time finding new ways to get under my skin.His “jokes” were never harmless. He’d make crude comments about my ass when I walked by in shorts. He’d send me fake dick pics from random numbers and laugh when I blocked them. He loved walking around without a shirt, flexing his biceps like I was supposed to drool. And the constant step-sibling jabs? “We’re not blood, Amelia. It doesn’t count.” I hated how my face would heat up every single time.That Fri
I crept down the stairs barefoot, my thin nightgown clinging against my thighs with every careful step. My heart slammed against my ribs. The wooden floor felt cold under my soles. He waited by the open driver’s door of the black sedan, broad shoulders blocking most of the frame.“Get in the back.”I slid across the cool leather seat. He followed, and the car dipped under his weight. His big hand landed on my bare knee, his thumb stroking slow circles that sent shivers racing up my thigh. I trembled. He pulled me onto his lap, my nightgown bunching around my hips. I sank down onto his thick veiny cock with a choked gasp, mouth falling open in a silent “O” as the stretch burned deep inside me.My hands clutched his shoulders, nails digging into his shirt. I rolled my hips slow at first, then faster, the wet, obscene sounds of my cunt filling the quiet car. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of my ass, spreading me wider, guiding me harder. His breath hot on my ear. “Taking my cock i
I couldn’t meet my own eyes in the mirror the next morning. My thighs trembled as I stood there, the skin sticky with flaky white trails that pulled tight when I shifted my weight. My throat felt bruised and raw, each swallow a dull throb. Between my legs, my cunt pulsed with a deep, tender ache that made my knees buckle every time I tried to stand straight. The ghost of his fingers digging into the sides of my neck lingered in the shallow indentations I traced with shaking fingertips.In the shower, hot water stung the marks. My hand slipped between my thighs anyway, two fingers pushing inside the swollen heat. My hips jerked forward hard, chasing the stretch. I came with my teeth sunk into my wrist, muffling the broken whine that tried to escape, my other hand braced against the tile as my legs shook so violently I nearly slid down.My phone buzzed.Unknown number. Download this. Accept the invitation. You have 10 minutes.The app installed quickly. A tracking program. I stared at t
The carpet in his office cost more than my tuition. I knew that because I'd heard my mother say it once, that sharp tone she got when she was pretending not to be furious, and I'd put it away in the catalog of resentments I kept like a stockpile. Persian silk. Handmade, Thirteen thousand dollars, and I couldn't afford the bus fare back to campus.The safe was behind a painting. Of course it was. A fucking Turner seascape … something he'd bought at Sotheby's while my mother smiled in the photograph I'd seen on his phone. I'd watched him spin the dial enough times from the hallway to have the combination memorized. Left to 32, right to 18, left to 47.My hands shook as I turned the lock.The click was louder than I expected. I froze, my heart pounding against my ribs.The safe door swung open and I saw the cash stacks, the velvet boxes, the manila envelopes I didn't want to think about.I grabbed for the cash.And the lights came on."Well, well."His voice was calm. Almost amused. The
My legs shook around Ellis’s head, tears of pure frustration pricking at my eyes. I was right there, so close I could taste it, but he kept pulling me back with those lazy kisses on my thighs and wet folds. My hips jerked uselessly against his grip.“Please,” I gasped, voice wrecked. “I need to come.”Shane’s hand stroked my hair back from my sweaty forehead. “You’ll come when we say, baby. Tonight you’re taking everything we give you.”Ellis gave my clit one last slow lick that made me sob, then sat up. His mouth glistened. “Flip her over, man. I want that ass up.”They moved me like I weighed nothing. Shane pulled me onto all fours, keeping my knees spread wide on the bed. Ellis knelt in front of me, his thick cock already out, heavy and flushed. I stared at it, my mouth watering.“Open,” Ellis ordered softly.I did. He fed his cock between my lips, slow and careful at first, letting me get used to the stretch. The salty taste of him filled my mouth. Behind me, Shane ran his hands o
The phone buzzed on the small desk in my tiny dorm room. It was almost ten at night. The old radiator hummed softly in the corner. I picked it up and read the message. My heart jumped.“My office. Now. We need to discuss your thesis.”Professor Kane. Just his name made my body react. A warm rush s
I pushed the apartment door open. My keys jingled loud in the quiet hallway. Riley and I had shared this place for three years. We met in freshman year, two nervous girls who clicked instantly we helped each other out, laughed at the same dumb jokes, and huddled under one big hoodie when life felt
I moaned softly, legs trembling. “Professor… please. I need more.”He rose behind me, his big hands gripping my hips firmly. With surprising strength.Without saying a word, he grabbed my waist with both strong hands and lifted me like I weighed nothing. He sat me on the edge of his big mahogany des
Professor Kane’s voice filled the quiet office like a command that could not be ignored. “Now… lift your skirt and show me what you’ve been hiding under there all night.”My fingers shook as I grabbed the bottom of my short plaid skirt. The soft pleats felt warm in my hands. I pulled it up slowly,







