All Chapters of Midnight Pleasure: 30 Shades Of Short Steamy Stories : Chapter 221 - Chapter 229

~DerekI left Lila in the kitchen looking like a crime scene, money stuck to her thighs, cum dripping down her legs, nightshirt twisted around her waist, face still pressed to the granite like she was praying for the strength to stand. I gave that perfect ass one last possessive smack, tucked the rest of my dick away, and sauntered upstairs with a grin that wouldn’t quit.By the time I’d showered and changed, the house was quiet again. Lila had vanished probably limping back to her room to clean up the evidence. I grabbed a beer, flopped onto the couch in the den, and fired up the big screen. Some mindless action flick, explosions and gunfights, perfect background noise while I replayed every second of this morning in my head on loop. The way she’d screamed my name. The way her pussy had strangled me. The way she’d taken the cash without a single protest.Life was fucking good.Two movies in, the front door slammed hard enough to rattle the windows.Vanessa stormed through the foye

Dean’s flat smelled like old books and the bergamot candle he always lit when he was anxious. I sat on his sofa wrapped in one of his soft university hoodies, knees tucked under me, staring at nothing. He had made tea I hadn’t touched. The mug was cold on the coffee table now.He came back from the kitchen carrying two glasses of water instead. Sat beside me, not too close, giving me the space he always knew I needed when I was raw.“Lily,” he started, voice gentle, “look at me.”I did. His eyes were red rimmed too, but steady. Always so steady.“I’ve been offered the chair at St Andrews,” he said quietly. “Permanent. Tenured. They want me to start in January.”I blinked. St Andrews. Scotland. Four hundred miles north of everything that had ever hurt me.“I turned it down last year,” he went on, fingers tightening around his glass. “Because I thought I was building something here. But now…” He swallowed. “Now everything is poisoned for me and I have a bad reputation here, and I'm sur

We were back at the clinic by two-thirty, even though they’d told us not to come before three. Dean said it was better to be early than to pace another circle into his living room rug. I I think he just couldn’t stand watching me fold and unfold the same corner of a magazine for one more minute.The waiting room was too bright, too quiet except for the soft bubble of the water cooler and the occasional cough from an elderly man in the corner. Dean kept my hand in both of his, thumb rubbing the inside of my wrist like he could slow my pulse by sheer will. Every time the door to the corridor opened we both flinched.I hadn’t slept. My eyes were puffy, my throat raw from crying into Dean’s chest half the night. He hadn’t slept either, I’d felt him staring at the ceiling every time I drifted off, his arm locked around me like he was afraid I’d disappear before morning.At 3:07 the nurse appeared with a clipboard and a small, sympathetic smile.“Miss Harper? Professor Dean? Dr Patel is r

“Elijah,” “Daddy,” he growled against my lips, biting down hard enough on my bottom one to make me cry out softly. “Say it right.” My whole body shivered. “Daddy…” He groaned into my mouth, like the word alone broke something inside him. “Fuck,” he muttered, pulling back just enough to look at me. His eyes burned, pupils blown wide. “Do you have any idea how dangerous you are, little girl?” “Then don’t,” I whispered. My chest rose and fell fast. “Don’t touch me.” He smirked, his thumb brushing over my swollen bottom lip. “You don’t want me to stop. Not when you’re dripping already.” And he was right. My thighs clenched helplessly, my body betraying me. Elijah dropped his head, his mouth latching onto my nipple through the thin cotton of my tank top. The scrape of his teeth and the heat of his tongue made me arch hard, my hand tangling in his hair. “Shhh,” he growled against my breast. “You’ll wake your mother.” The words only made it worse. My pussy clenched arou

Later in the day, just as the final bell rang, I saw Harry waiting by the gates. He spotted me instantly and crossed the crowd like he had a target in mind. My stomach sank. “Sophie,” he called, catching my wrist before I could slip past him. “What’s going on with you?” I blinked at him, feigning confusion. “What do you mean?” He frowned, his grip firm, his eyes searching my face. “You’ve been avoiding me. No texts last night, no calls. Now you’re acting like I don’t even exist.” Guilt stabbed at me, but it was drowned out by the heat that surged in my chest when I remembered who had really been keeping me occupied last night. Elijah. My stepdad. My Daddy. I forced myself to meet Harry’s eyes. “I’m just… a little sick,” I said, soft enough that he had to lean closer to hear me. But he shook his head immediately, disbelief written all over his face. “Sick? You don’t look sick, Sophie. You look like you’re hiding something.” His tone sharpened, and before I could react, he tugge