All Chapters of Dorm Room Secrets : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The office was silent now, except for the soft hum of the city outside and the mingled sound of their uneven breathing. Papers littered the floor, the desk bore the marks of their desperation, and Lola lay sprawled beneath Jake, still trembling from the intensity of what they’d just done.Jake didn’t move immediately. His chest pressed against hers, his heartbeat hammering in sync with her own. His lips brushed her collarbone in lazy, almost reverent kisses so unlike the rough, hungry man who had just claimed her.Lola tilted her head, dazed, her voice hoarse. “Jake…”His eyes found hers, dark and unreadable. “Don’t say my name like that unless you’re ready for me to lose control again,” he murmured, his tone both warning and promise.A flush crept up her neck. She tried to shift, but he pinned her with his weight, keeping her caged against the desk. His hand trailed up her side, possessive, lingering just under the curve of her breast.“You’re shaking,” he noted, his voice low, rough

Lola’s head was spinning.Jake’s kiss still burned on her lips, raw and insistent. Ryan’s touch still lingered on her skin, ghosting along her waist, her throat, places that made her pulse hammer with a desperate, terrifying need.For a moment she thought she had dreamed it the way she had let both of them close in on her, how she’d surrendered to the pull of two different kinds of hunger. But the tremor in her legs, the heat in her chest, the taste of Jake still on her tongue it was all too real.Jake’s forehead rested against hers, his breathing ragged, chest heaving like he’d run a mile.Ryan still hadn’t stepped away. His presence loomed against her back, steady but trembling, as if every muscle in his body was fighting restraint.The silence stretched, thick and dangerous.Then Jake’s voice cut through it, low and rough.“You can’t keep pretending this isn’t happening, Lola.”She flinched at his words. He sounded like he wasn’t asking, but declaring. Like her denial had finally r

Lola woke up to silence.Her body felt heavy, every muscle sore, her skin sensitive as if even the brush of air against her was too much. She tried to move, but a dull ache spread through her hips and thighs, reminding her of everything that had happened just hours ago.The sheets were tangled around her, damp with sweat. The faint scent of sex clung to the room, thick and undeniable. Her heart skipped a beat when she realized she wasn’t alone.Ryan sat on the edge of the bed, shirtless, his broad back turned toward her. He was smoking, the ember of his cigarette glowing faintly in the dim morning light. His jaw was tight, his silence sharp, as if his mind was miles away.On the other side of the bed, Jake lay sprawled out, one arm flung carelessly across the pillow where she’d been pinned hours earlier. His face was calm, lips curled into a lazy smirk even in sleep, like a man entirely satisfied.The contrast between them made Lola’s stomach twist.Her throat was dry. “Ryan…” Her voi

The morning light cut sharp and unforgiving through the blinds, illuminating the wreckage of the night before. Clothes were scattered like casualties across the dorm floor. The sheets clung damp and twisted around their tangled bodies. The air still smelled of sex heady, raw, and unmistakable.Lola stirred first. Every muscle in her body screamed as she shifted, the ache a reminder of what they had done what they had destroyed. Her throat was raw, her voice nearly gone, her skin branded with bites, bruises, and fingerprints. She should’ve felt shame. She should’ve felt fear.But instead, she felt alive.Ryan was propped against the headboard, his hair a wild mess, his jaw shadowed, his eyes locked on her like he’d been watching her even in her sleep. Possession radiated from him, sharp and unyielding.Jake sprawled at her back, one arm slung carelessly around her waist, his lips brushing the nape of her neck. He looked smug, dangerous in his own right, like a man who knew he had just

The clock’s digital glow ticked away mercilessly in the silence: 71:22:47… 71:22:46…Jake didn’t waste another second. He grabbed his bag from the corner, pulling out a small black case. When he snapped it open, rows of gleaming tools and devices lay neatly inside USB sticks, signal detectors, a compact handgun.Ryan arched an eyebrow. “Jesus, man. You moving in for class projects or a war?”Jake’s tone was ice. “War.”Lola watched them both, her heart hammering. The video kept replaying in her mind the shadowy room, her bed, that message scrawled across her pillow. She wrapped her arms around herself, but it wasn’t enough to stop the shiver that raked her spine.Jake crouched in front of her, his expression softer now, but his voice deadly serious. “Lola, listen to me. Whoever did this has crossed a line. They were in your space your sanctuary. That means two things: they’re bolder than before, and they’re escalating. This countdown? It’s a game to them. And they’re telling us we’re