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F*cked By My Bodyguard I

Stella’s POVI knew something was off when my dad personally poured wine for me.And then he stood up. I braced myself for whatever disaster he was about to say.The whole table was quiet, which was weird in and of itself.Sunday dinners in this house always ran on noise. Tonight, the room was so still. I would have laughed if it wasn't funny. And yet, it wasn't. "The war with the Bellantis ends next Saturday." My dad said, “Stella will marry Marco, Bellanti, at 4 o'clock. And both families will stand in the same church without raising their guns. Is that not great?” He didn't look at me when he said my name, which made me realize that he knew I didn't like the idea. He knew I hated Marco. So, he looked at everybody else on the table and at the empty places, but not at me.Aunt Gia crossed her hands over her chest, Uncle Pablo said, “About time.”Someone down the table murmured that Marco was a good match, as if good was the word for a man I had met twice in my life and did not like o

F*cked By My Bodyguard II

STELLAMarco Bellanti arrived at eleven with two men at his back and a smile that made me want to throw up.My father met him in the front hall and shook his hand like the war had already ended. I was brought down in a dark green dress I had not picked, with my hair pinned and my shoes clean, I understood the point of the outfit. I was being shown. Like a fucking condiment.Marco took my hand and kissed the back of it. His mouth stayed there a second too long, and when he lifted his head his eyes moved over my face like I was something he already paid for.“She’ll do,” he said to my father.I kept my voice even. “How kind of you to say that in front of me.”He laughed under his breath and did not look sorry. He asked about the church. He asked about the guest list. He asked whether I understood that Saturday was not a party, it was “the end of a war”. My father answered most of it. I stood there with Marco’s kiss still damp on my skin and let them talk around me, because that was what

F*cked By My Bodyguard III (a)

NICOI left her in my bed and went downstairs still carrying the smell of her on my skin.Don Moretti was already in the study, jacket buttoned, a glass at his elbow he hadn't touched, and he didn't bother asking where I'd been or why it had taken me so long to come down."Saturday's in five days, so I need you to keep her on the estate and keep the men away from her until the wedding's done. If you can hold onto her that long without anything going wrong, the underboss title stops being something I'm just letting you use and becomes yours on paper. Walk her to the church yourself when the time comes, stand outside the door until it's over, and don't make me explain any of this a second time.""Understood," I said, because there wasn't anything else worth saying to him.He didn't answer, just picked up the glass he still wouldn't drink from, and I let myself out of the study without going back upstairs, without looking in on her while she was still lying in my sheets, because I knew t

F*cked By My Bodyguard III (b)

I came with a cry I tried to swallow and failed, “Nico... I’m coming... I’m...” My legs clamped around his head. He licked me through it, through the shaking, through the wet that spilled onto his mouth and his chin, and he did not let me close my thighs until the last of it had gone through me.I was still panting when he stood up and pulled his shirt off. His trousers followed. He was hard, thick, already wet at the tip, and he dragged me farther up the bed and came down over me and kissed me so I could taste myself on his tongue.“Look at me,” he said.I obeyed instantly.He pushed into me in one long, deep stroke.The stretch pulled a sound out of me that was half pain and half relief, “Ah... God...” He filled me to the root and stayed there, buried, his forehead against mine, his breath harsh.“You wanted to feel me,” he said. “Feel that. That is how you are going to walk into his church.”Then he started to move.He fucked me hard from the first real thrust. There was no careful

Back Seat Activities (I)

Chapter OneHarperDad said it like he had been saving the idea all week. He stood at the kitchen island with a travel mug and that grin he gets when he thinks he has solved everybody’s mood.“Lake cabin. Four hours. We leave this afternoon. I already paid for two nights.”Linda clapped once. “Yes. I packed snacks in my head the second you said it.”I was still in yesterday’s shirt, eating cereal over the sink. Cole sat at the table with his phone face down and his coffee going cold. He had not said good morning. He rarely ever said anything.“I have work Monday,” I said.“You’ll be back Sunday night,” Dad said. “Come on, Harper. You live in that room like it owes you rent.”Cole’s mouth twitched. “I’m fine staying.”Linda pointed at him with a banana. “You are not fine staying. You have been in that garage all month. You need fresh water and some air. Your father already reserved the boat.”“He’s not my—” Cole stopped. Looked at his mug. “Yeah. Fine.”That was how it always went. Lin

Back Seat Activities (II)

Chapter TwoHarperHe added a second finger when the next song started.I had the hoodie pulled over my lap like it could hide anything. It could not. His wrist moved under the skirt in a short, tight rhythm that matched the hum of the tires. I kept my face turned toward the window. Fields. A barn. A truck we passed and then lost.“Nn—” I bit it off. His other hand came around my middle and pressed low on my stomach, holding me down on his lap so I would not bounce.“Harper,” Dad said, cheerful, “you two okay back there? You’ve been quiet.”Cole’s fingers went still, buried in me. I could feel my pulse around them.“We’re okay,” I said. It came out thin. I coughed once and tried again. “Just cramped. The bags are eating the seat.”Linda laughed. “I told Grant we overpacked. Cole, you surviving under there?”“Yeah.” His voice was rough. He cleared it. “I’m good.”“See?” Dad said. “Team players. Next gas station we stretch. Twenty minutes.”Twenty minutes. Cole started moving again the

Back Seat Activities (III)

Chapter ThreeColeShe said it like she had already decided, and then she started moving before I could tell her to wait.Turning in that space was ugly. Bags at our hip. The tent sack catching her knee. Her hoodie snagged on my belt. For a second her face was close to mine, close enough that I saw the flush still on her cheeks, and then she was facing the window on her hands, skirt up, the pale curve of her ass in my lap like this was a room and not the back of a moving car.Dad tapped the steering wheel with the beat. Linda unwrapped a granola bar. Neither of them looked back.I spat on my fingers and rubbed it where I was about to go. She was still wet from before, enough that the first press of me against that tighter hole made her arms shake. I lined myself up and stayed there, the head of me kissing that small, clenched place, and I waited for her to tell me no. She pushed back a fraction instead.“Slow,” she whispered.“I know.”I pushed. The head of me sank in and her whole ba

CONFERENCE ROOM ORGY PARTY (I)

CHAPTER ONE: That Was QuickI got to the building at eight forty. The street was still cold, and the glass doors fogged a little where the heat met the outside. Ellis was at the desk just inside, visitor book open, paper cup beside it. He looked up when he heard my heels on the tile.“Morning, Louise.”“Morning, Ellis.”I went past him the way I always did. His hand came around the side of the desk and closed on my ass, a full grip, fingers pressing into the curve under my skirt. He held it for a second. I smiled at him and lifted my free hand in a small wave, the same wave I gave him on ordinary mornings.“Don’t let the coffee go cold,” I said.“I won’t.”He let go. I kept walking. The lobby smelled like the cleaner they used on the stone, and the security gate beeped once for my badge. I did not look back.Mara was at reception with her headset around her neck and a stack of visitor stickers she had not started yet. She saw me and stood up a little from the chair. I leaned over the h

CONFERENCE ROOM ORGY PARTY (II)

CHAPTER TWO: The New OneI came out from under the table with Raphael’s come still sliding down my thigh and my skirt rucked at my waist. The room had gone loud in the few minutes I had been on the carpet. Helen was in Mark’s lap, blouse open, his mouth on her breast. Nadine was on the window table with Cole behind her. Nobody was looking at the screen.Darius was looking at me.I walked the length of the table. My heels were quiet on the carpet. He sat back a little as I got close, not a full retreat, more like a man making room without deciding to. Up close he was broader than he had looked from the door. His tie was still knotted. His mouth was parted.“They told you about Thursdays,” I said.“In the kitchen. On Monday. I thought it was a joke.”“It isn’t.”I took his tie in one hand and climbed onto his lap, knees on the chair on either side of him. The chair rolled. I caught the table with my free hand and stopped it. Then I pulled the front of my blouse down, buttons straining,

CONFERENCE ROOM ORGY PARTY (III)

CHAPTER THREEThe Long TableThe conference room did not look like a conference room anymore.Helen was on her back on the near end of the table, blouse hanging off one arm, skirt gone. Mark was between her legs, fucking her in long strokes, and Cole had come around to her head. She had Cole’s cock in her mouth and one hand on his thigh. Every time Mark pushed, she took Cole deeper and made a wet sound around him. Her other hand was between her own legs, two fingers alongside Mark, rubbing herself.At the window, Nadine was bent over the side table with Grant behind her. He had two fingers in her ass and his cock in her pussy, and she was holding the window frame and talking him through it in a flat voice, as if she were reading a list. “There. Don’t pull the fingers out. Slower on the—yes. Like that.”Two people from accounts had come in from the corridor. I knew their faces and not their Thursday habits. The man, Peter, had a woman from payroll over the back of a chair, her underwea

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