Lahat ng Kabanata ng No Saints in My Bed: Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

SiennaI stood by my locker, trying to scrub the tea stain from my white top. It was useless. The iced tea Madison had dumped over my head in the middle of the courtyard had soaked through the fabric, making it translucent. I wasn't wearing a bra; the thick cotton of the top usually provided enough cover, but now the wet fabric clung to every curve of my chest."Oh, look," Madison had sneered, her voice echoing in the hall while Chloe and Lexi filmed on their phones. "The quiet ones are always the biggest sluts. Is this how you get attention, Sienna? Walking around like a whore with everything on display?"The laughter of the crowd still rang in my ears. I couldn't breathe. I grabbed my bag and bolted, ignoring the whistles from the guys near the gym. I ran until the noise faded, ducking into the abandoned music wing. I found an old practice room, the kind with the soundproof foam on the walls, and slammed the door. I slid down against the wood, burying my face in my knees as the fir

JakeI popped the cover on a cold beer, not really planning on drinking it. I just needed something to do with my hands while I scanned the front door.The house was packed, the music loud enough to drown out all the voices, but I wasn’t feeling it. I kept looking around, my eyes cutting through the crowd of familiar faces, looking for the one person who actually mattered.Suddenly, a pair of soft, small hands clapped over my eyes from behind.“Guess who?” a high, sweet voice chirped in my ear.I didn’t have to guess. I pulled her hands away from my face and turned around. Madison was standing there, pouting her lip in that practiced way she did when she wanted to be “cute.” She was wearing a silk slip dress that was barely there, her fingers already reaching out to fiddle with the collar of my shirt.“You’ve been acting so weird all day, Jakey,” she whined, stepping into my space until she was pressed against my chest. “You didn’t even wait for me after practice. I had to hitch a rid

SiennaI shut my eyes and bit down on my lip. His fingers tentatively traced the outline of my red lacy underwear, a pair I may or may not have picked out especially for him. His lips slowly curled into a small smile as he stared at me.“This is so pretty,” he whispered softly.I turned bright red at the compliment and lowered my gaze. He lightly caressed my pussy through the thin material of my undies, and I shuddered involuntarily. He pushed them to the side and slipped a finger underneath. My toes curled when his fingers brushed against my slick folds.I was soaking wet. He seemed to like it; he had a smirk on his face the whole time as he touched me all over, his thumb pressing down on my clit.I tried to pull my legs shut, but his strong arms stopped me just in time, prying my legs apart. Then, without a warning, he slipped a long finger inside me, curling it upward.“Oh… Jake,” I whimpered aloud, my hand reaching to rake my fingers through his thick hair. I closed my eyes, relis

Luce"Angelo, please…" I begged. "Angelo!" But my pleas fell on deaf ears.He sent for his men to tie me up despite all my tears. Every time I tried to relax, the rope dragged my wrists toward the floor, forcing my spine into a rigid, aching position. I was kneeling on the cold marble floor, exposed and shaking from fear and cold, while Angelo sat ten feet away.He didn't look at me. He didn't acknowledge the sound of my ragged breathing. He simply sat behind his desk, methodically cleaning a gun. The silence in the room was a physical pressure. It was suffocating."Untie me," I said through gritted teeth, my voice barely audible. "Angelo, look at me."He didn't move. He wiped the muzzle of the gun with a napkin."My father will kill you for this," I snapped, my pride flaring in a desperate attempt to get him to listen. "You think you can just keep me here? Like a dog?"Nothing. Not even a flicker of his eyelids. He set the gun aside, picked up a pen, and began scribbling; that was th

AngeloI watched her across the table. Luce sat stiffly, the lace of that pathetic dress straining against her curvy frame with every breath she took. It was exactly what I wanted when I bought it for her. She looked small right now, swallowed by the high-backed velvet chair, but her eyes were defiant even through the lingering shimmer of tears.I let my gaze wander. I didn't hide it. I tracked the line of her throat down to where the silk dipped low, exposing the pale swell of her breasts; any lower and her nipples would be peeking out. I also knew she had no underwear on, because I had been staring at the hard peaks of her nipples all day long. She was terrified, but she wasn't breaking. Not yet.Anything.The word echoed in the quiet space between us. She'd said it without a second thought. It was a stupid move—reckless, even. She had no idea of the debt that was owed or just how far I was willing to go to collect it. She didn't know the dark corners of this house or the things I'd