All Chapters of Wicked Cravings: Chapter 131 - Chapter 138

*{RUE}*A scream ripped from my throat before I could stop it, raw and startled. "What the fuck was that?""Relax, Rue," Damon murmured, his voice infuriatingly calm right against my ear."Relax?" I craned my neck, straining fiercely against the cuffed wrists pinned above my head. "How the fuck do you expect me to relax when you just shoved something up my ass out of nowhere?"A low chuckle rumbled from his chest, vibrating against my skin. "No need to be so uptight. It's just a butt plug."The breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding escaped in a shaky sigh.My heart still pounded against my ribs, but some of the tension eased from my shoulders. "You could have at least warned me first.""Then it wouldn't have been a surprise." I could hear the smirk in every syllable.I shot him a withering glare. "I don't appreciate that kind of surprise."A laugh burst out of him. "Okay, okay. My bad."I rolled my eyes so hard it hurt, tugging uselessly at the cuffs biting into my wrists. "Just g

*{RUE}*"Why the fuck are you holding that?" I screeched.My eyes remained fixed on the leather whip coiled in his hand. The dark, braided length swayed slightly as he adjusted his grip, and my heart slammed against my ribs, the pulse in my throat pounding hard enough to make me dizzy.Damon's smirk stretched wider, slow and wicked, the kind of smile that told me he'd been waiting for this exact moment."Because I can," he said simply."Damon—"The rest of his name lodged in my throat as the whip cracked against my ass.Fire bloomed across the already stinging flesh, a sharp burst of pain sending sparks racing through me.I bit down on my lip, hard enough to taste copper, swallowing the cry clawing its way up my throat.My chest heaved with every ragged breath, my entire body trembling as though I'd been pushed beyond the edge of endurance.I swallowed hard and opened my mouth to speak, to curse him, to tell him exactly what I thought about his little whip and his smug face and his stu

~JOYCE~Three days had passed since I’d caught Marcus in the bathroom with his hand wrapped around his thick cock, groaning my name like a prayer.I’d avoided him ever since.Not because I was disgusted.God, no.That was the problem.The moment I saw him stroking him cock and heard my name spill from his lips like a desperate, broken confession, something inside me snapped. My hand had drifted under my own waistband before I even realized what I was doing.Sticking to the shadows of the hallway, peering through the crack in the door, I fingered my pussy until I came so hard my knees nearly buckled, biting down on my lip to keep from moaning his name right back.That was why I couldn't face him. Not because I hated what I saw, but because I loved it. Because now I knew the truth—Marcus wanted me just as badly as I wanted him.That knowledge was a lit match hovering over gasoline. If I got too close, we would ignite, and I would do something I could never take back.So I made excuses.

~JOYCE~If I were being honest with myself—no, scratch that, if I were being honest at all—I loved the feel of Marcus’s cock against my ass.The simple fact that only the thin fabric of my jersey and his shorts separated us made my skin burn with heat, sending a delicious, fluttery ache straight through my core and making my heart somersault against my ribs.I couldn't help wondering what it would feel like if those layers of clothing weren't there, if my bare ass were pressed directly against his cock and I could feel its warmth against my skin without anything coming between us.Determined to shake off the feelings clouding my mind, I tried to get up from Marcus's lap.But before I could even lift myself, he wrapped both his thick arms around my waist and pulled me firmly back against him."Where are you going?" he asked, his voice low."To bed," I stammered, my pulse racing. "I’m tired."He shifted behind me, the deliberate movement pressing his heavy erection more firmly into the