Semua Bab Step Too Far: Ruined By Him: Bab 1 - Bab 7

KateMy stomach lurches. I think I might actually vomit. The room tilts, my body disconnecting from reality as if I’m floating somewhere above myself, staring down at the three of them standing in a neat little row, waiting for me to react. Like they’re an execution squad aiming right at my chest.Maybe I’ll just collapse, I tell myself, strangely calm about the possibility. The thought is almost laughable, except there’s nothing funny here. This is pure disaster, not some dark comedy.The only time I’ve ever passed out before was at one of my late mother’s chemo sessions. She insisted I stay focused on school, but I already knew the truth. She was slipping away, no matter how hard my parents tried to paint over it.Don’t faint, Katherine. I order myself now. Not because of this.“It’s a lot to absorb,” my father says.“Yeah,” I echo flatly, my voice mechanical.He clears his throat. “Dorian mentioned he knows you pretty well from school.”I shoot Dorian a hard look, silently daring h

DorianI drag deep on the cigarette, smoke filling my lungs, nicotine buzzing in my veins but doing jack shit to calm the rage swirling in me. I’m out front, propped against the railing along the porch steps, replaying what just went down with Katherine, not with her stiff-ass father or my mother.Whatever circus those two have planned, I couldn’t care less. My mother has had more rings slipped on her finger than I can count—five proposals, three husbands. This isn’t my first rodeo where some uptight asshole in a tailored suit strolls in, shakes my hand, and pretends he’s my brand-new dad.At least this one isn’t cradle-robbing. Before Ella decided CEOs and now apparently politicians were her thing, she went through her rocker stage. That was a wild ride. My favorite disaster was the wannabe twenty-three-year-old she swore she was going to marry. The guy looked seventeen at best, strutting around as lead singer of some bubblegum boy band. The idiot actually had the balls to look me in

KateI drag my fingertips down his torso, following the line between his pecs and brushing across his nipple. He lets out this guttural sound, something animalistic, buried deep in his throat, and it makes the fine hairs on my skin stand on end. It’s raw, predatory, like he’s the hunter and I’m caught in his sights. Except he’s the one stretched out beneath me, and I’m the one on top, thighs framing his body. His cock is exposed, hot against me, and when I grind down along his length, he groans my name.“Kate.”He says it again, rougher this time, and I don’t wait for him to say it again. I guide him inside, my wetness easing the way. The stretch of him fills me, thick and perfect, and I move against him, fucking him, my body remembering the rhythm like it’s second nature. It feels like something I’ve done countless times before, yet sharper, more consuming, better than that first reckless time could ever compare.His hands trail upward from my waist, sliding until they cup my breasts