Lahat ng Kabanata ng RED HOT STORIES (A COLLECTION OF ST*AMY STORIES): Kabanata 361 - Kabanata 370

ARIA'S POVIt was the end of the world.They had fired their nukes first at us, then claimed it was some malfunction. But their ‘carelessness’ cost the country five million people and half of Los Angeles. So we responded how we knew best–we fired ours.That night still remains engraved on the back of my mind. I had slept tired from the stress of the day only to wake to the sound of sirens and screams. The sky flashed with an array of light one would stand awing at.But there was no awe that night–only cries.A nationwide announcement was cast. Safety bunkers were spread across the country, located at different points through the states. The moment the news was cast, everyone ran. Parents stuffed their kids in their vans, couples raced and my own boyfriend stole my car, leaving me stranded.But the truth was… no matter how far you ran, no matter fast you tried to escape, the world was ending.The aftermath of the nukes kicked in no more than a few days after the last went off. Radiatio

ARIA’S POVI remained on my bed, watching his shadow dance across the wall as he worked his way around the kitchen. Yeah,I hated him, but I would be lying if I said he didn't know what he was doing. Alex wasn't much of a cook back then in college so I wondered how he had picked up such good culinary skills.When he was finally done, he walked out of the kitchen and down the other end of the corridor. I heard the scraping of wood and metal clicking together as he began setting the dining table. Not too long after, he called for me to come.The ground was cold to the touch and it stung with every step I took. My legs wobbled under me and I felt my strength leave me as I walked down the corridor, the sweet smell of fried meat pushing me on.When I reached the end, I found Alex standing before a small table, a soft smile plastered on his face. Beside him was a small table that stood so low you needed to sit on the floor to eat from it. The ruffled coffee-stained white table cloth sprawled

ARIA’S POV“I… wasn’t satisfied. She gave me the sex more frequently than you did…” he looked up at me, “... but she didn't fuck me like you did.”There was something with the way he said that. The moment the words spilled out his mouth, I felt a strange feeling in my chest. My throat tightened and my breath stilled.Then a slow smirk formed on his lips. One that was knowing… predatory. I felt like I had been… trapped. Stuck between a rock and a hard place.And right now, I wanted nothing more than to have that hard place.I tore my gaze away from his smirk, grunting softly as I returned my attention back to my plate. Somehow, whatever he had done had made whatever appetite I had left vanish. But something else had taken its place.I found myself hungry for…Closing my eyes, I sucked in air through my clenched teeth before forcing myself to keep eating. I went on with the same thoughtless sequence–fork, bite, chew, swallow.I had barely made it through my plate when Alex suddenly call

ARIA’S POVSkin to skin, tongue roiling against the other, fingers clasped against each other–Alex made love to me like he'd never done before.I wrapped my arm around his waist, pulling him close as I moaned out his name. He put his lips against my ear, whispering as he told me how good I was… how soft I felt. His words, his groans–they made me shudder all over. And I found myself craving the one man I had left college hating.My fingers slipped through his hair, winces and groans slipped out my throat as he dropped one finger to my pussy and rubbed my clit. Tears poured down the side of my face and my teeth pressed down on my lip as I was filled with a stir of pleasure.“Alex," I whispered as my hand traveled to his ass, squeezing it gently. “Fuck me."Alex stopped and I heard him chuckle softly. Before any other word could come from me, he grabbed my waist. His nails dug into my skin as he lifted me and turned me to the side.A low grunt tore out of my throat, the air in my lungs s

ARIA’S POVThe cold air from within hit my face as the door swung open. I bit my lip, my breath caught in my throat as I slowly walked inside.The moment I stepped in, I felt the air suddenly turn chilly. It was way colder than the rest of the bunker, as if it had been sealed away from warmth on purpose.A small bulb hung above me, the dim light illuminating what little it could. The corners of the room were still cloaked in darkness so I couldn't really see what was there.I remained standing by the doorway, my fingers tightening around the doorframe as my eyes tried adjusting to the lighting. I swallowed, my heart beating with a mix of curiosity and unease.I still crept in.The first thing I noticed when I fully stepped inside was the smell. It didn't smell like the rest of the rooms around the bunker–a gut-twisting mix of rust and dust–instead, it had this… faint clean smell. Something familiar… like bleach, or soap maybe.And it felt warm–like the kind you'd get when you just fin