I gag in response to his forceful act, but at the same time, I want more. I have never experienced anything like this. My sex life has always been on the vanilla side and this… with Tobias feels so… raw and animalistic, almost like I’m sinning, and it feels incredible. I always had a feeling that Tobias is a Lion in the bedroom, and I’d eventually hear him roar. Just the thought of him coming undone from the delicate assault of my lips encourages me to milk him for everything that he has. My cheeks hollow as I take in every inch of his throbbing cock, slowly swirling my tongue around the tip every time my head bobs up. When Tobias pulls back a little, allowing me to breathe, I moan, desperate for more like a dirty little slut that needs to be fucked into submission. “Are you certain you can handle more of me, kitten?” He asks gently, slipping his fingers beneath my chin, forcing me to meet his dazzling gaze. I nod slowly, wiping the corners of my mouth as I desperately want

I settle back down into my chair after making us both a large cup of coffee each. It’s well after 10 p.m. and none of us are ready to leave until the truth has set us free. We both wrap our hands around our mugs, drawing from the warmth of our drinks like it has the power to comfort us. “Sawyer and I are… were," he quickly corrects himself and clears his throat. "Identical twins. The only characteristic that separated us was Sawyer's dimples. Girls gushed over him every time he flashed them with one of his cocky smirks.” He pauses with his gaze burning a hole into the tabletop as his brows crease. “It also turned out that older women weren’t immune to his good looks and charm either, once he turned thirteen. Especially my mother’s best friend.” He snarls while he picks up his mug, and brings it up to his lips. “It’s hot…” I exclaim, watching in horror as he takes a large sip of his scolding coffee. As the hot liquid travels down his throat, he hisses and slams the mug back down

Taking the key out of my ignition, I stare straight ahead at the house that has given me many memories to cherish and many more to loathe. Showing up like this, unannounced and uninvited to someone's place of residency, is so unlike me. But after hearing everything that Tobias had to say last night, I believe it is my duty to deliver an exceptional message to Janice from the branches of my heart. This entire time, I have been mad and holding a grudge against the wrong person. My jaw tightens as I toss the car keys into my bag, open the squeaky-as-hell door that could have a career in frightening movie sound effects, and exit my car while trying not to allow my anxieties to get the best of me and cause me to drive away. Tucking my hair behind my ears, I slide my bag over my shoulder and close my door, then I slowly make the journey to the top of the stairs that leads me to the front door of hell itself. I reach the top of the flight of stairs, and as I extend my hand, a blast o

All day, my mind has been a shambles. I have repeatedly replayed the conversations I had with Janice and Bernadette in my head, wishing I had the confidence to tell them where to go. I should have slapped Janice harder in the face so that my handprint would remain on her cheek for many days and cause her to remember me every time she looked in the mirror. But that's not who I am. Furthermore, I want to cry for Tobias's brother, Sawyer, whose existence I was unaware of until last night. Two lives were lost that night, but it appears that only one was mourned, and the other was merely a dirty secret that had to be concealed. They are the stains that ruin the lives of innocent people trying to make something out of nothing. I grit my teeth, irritated at the way Janice makes me feel. My heart has never felt so heavy with grief, yet simultaneously liberated from the shackles of torment and lies. It should confuse me, but my heart desires Tobias, so it doesn't. It pains me to know t

TOBIAS: What the hell is Keri doing showing up at my office at this time of the night? I think to myself, needing to stop Keri from leaving without giving her an explanation of the shit show she just walked in on. As Keri takes the elevator, I take the stairs, running down them two at a time. I have to stop her and convince her that what she walked in on was Bernadette trying her best to seduce me. I had given her strict orders to go home once she was done at the bakery, and yet, I can’t suppress the feeling enough that she must have gone home to change because she showed up in a trench coat with red stilettos and a small box in her hand. Did she bring treats from her bakery? I don’t deserve her kindness. Fuck… I don’t deserve her altogether! My hands curl into fists as I replay what just happened. I put myself in Keri’s shoes; she has every right to think the worst of me. It’s not like I have been honest with her from the get-go and if I had walked into the bakery unannounce