Semua Bab Fifty Shades of Lust {Short Stories}: Bab 11 - Bab 20

CHAPTER 11TRIXIEI woke up early that morning with a ridiculously charming smile on my face.Not the slow, sleepy kind. The stupid, full-faced smile that made my cheeks hurt and forced me to bury my face in the pillow, as if someone might catch me. I didn’t even know why I felt this good.Maybe it was because Zahar was finally back home after five years.Maybe it was because last night I’d had his cock in my mouth, felt it throb against my tongue, heard him lose control and say my name like it hurt.Maybe it was because he’d spread my legs on his couch and licked me and ate my pussy until I screamed and came in his mouth, which he ate them all like his favorite ice cream. And then carried me to his bed and let me grind on his cock until we both came with heavy grunts that was just as sinful as what we were doing.Maybe it was because he’d promised he’d see me this morning.Or maybe it was because I knew—deep down—that today, or tomorrow, or soon, he was finally going to fuck me. He w

CHAPTER 13ZAHARThe word 'get the fuck out' hit me like a slap to my face.They came out of her mouth sharp and broken, wet with tears. She shoved my chest again, weaker this time, her palms flat against me as if she were trying to push me away with what little strength she had left. I didn’t move. I just stood there and took it—every hit, every shove, every sob that tore out of her.Because I deserved it.She hated me, and she had every right to. I had done this. I had let her open herself to me the night before—let her taste me, let her come on my tongue, let her grind on me until we both lost control—and then I had pulled back. I had refused to give her the one thing she kept begging for.Because I was a coward.Because I knew that if I fucked her—if I buried myself inside her the way she wanted—I would never be able to leave. And I had to leave.Tomorrow morning. Before she woke up. Before I ruined her life more than I already had.But standing there, watching her fall apart in f

CHAPTER 15TRIXIEThe water pounded down on us, hot and relentless, filling the bathroom with thick, swirling steam. I kept rubbing my hard nipples and pussy against Zahar’s back, wrapping my arms around his waist, feeling the taut muscles under my hands. His heart thumped rapidly against mine, echoing the rhythm of my own excitement and nerves.I slid one hand lower, feeling the heat and weight of him. He was already rock hard, thick and pulsing in my grip. The low groan that rumbled from his chest made me shiver.“Shit, Trixie… what are we doing?” His voice was rough, strained, a mixture of fear and unrestrained desire.I stroked him slowly, letting him feel my intention in every movement. “Giving us what we both want,” I whispered, even as my own pulse raced and heat pooled between my legs.He turned abruptly, catching my face in his hands and kissing me hard. There was no softness in the motion—only raw, demanding need. His tongue pushed into my mouth, claiming, asserting, and I

CHAPTER 1LILYSitting across from my father always made my body betray me.My head was bowed, my spine stiff as iron, hands hidden beneath the polished mahogany table as I gripped my knees hard enough to leave small crescent-shaped marks in my skin. Pain grounded me. Pain kept me from shaking.I had felt it all morning—that unsettling awareness, like someone’s attention clinging to me no matter where I moved. I’d noticed it while dressing, while brushing my teeth, while walking through my apartment. Every time I turned, expecting to catch someone watching, there was nothing. Until now.The pull in my chest sharpened, instinctive and undeniable. I lifted my head, following it and my eyes landed on Jeremiah, my bodyguard.Jeremiah stood at the entrance of my father’s study.He was positioned exactly where he should be—near the door, gun in hand, body angled to cover both exits. Finger resting lightly against the trigger, not tense, just ready. Professional. Controlled.But his eyes...

CHAPTER 3LILY I couldn’t stop thinking about him.Jeremiah.My body ached for him. Ached for his arms around me, his hands holding mine, the way he used to whisper that I was still his, that everything would be alright. But none of that happened. He didn’t offer me comfort, didn’t whisper, didn’t even glance my way except to keep me in check, to keep me in line. He was distant, silent, a fortress I couldn’t breach. I knew why. I knew it was about protecting his heart, his peace—but it didn’t make it hurt any less.The drive to the restaurant was unbearable. I sat in the backseat, tense, nails pressing into my palms, jaw tight. Every turn of the car, every light we stopped at, made my chest tighten. I kept glancing at him in the rearview mirror, hoping, begging silently for him to reach out, to tell me he still loved me, that this wasn’t over.He didn’t.“Jeremiah…” My voice was small, breaking the silence, trembling just enough for him to hear it.“Mm?” He didn’t even turn his head