บททั้งหมดของ Fifty Shades of Lust {Short Stories}: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

CHAPTER 6JEREMIAHThe wedding hall was a cathedral of money and power.Crystal chandeliers dripped from the ceiling like frozen waterfalls. White orchids spilled from every surface. The air smelled of lilies and old wealth. Men in bespoke suits and women in diamonds moved through the space with the quiet confidence of people who had never been told no.I stood near the back wall of the bridal suite corridor, arms folded, gun hidden beneath my jacket, eyes fixed on the closed door twenty feet away. My station. My job. Watch her. Protect her. Deliver her to another man.What a fucking joke my life had become.Inside that room, Lily was being laced into the dress she would wear when she promised herself to Alfred Green.I had not slept. Not after last night. Not after this morning. My body still carried the scent of her skin, the taste of her tears, the heat of her around me. My knuckles were bruised from gripping her hips too hard. My throat was raw from whispering threats and confessi

CHAPTER 8 LILY The security team finally managed to clear the bridal suite after what felt like an eternity of shouting and threats. My father had stormed out with a final cold warning that still rang in my ears. The stylists and makeup artists returned nervously, their hands shaking as they tried to repair the damage Jeremiah had left on my body and on the dress. They wiped away the streaks of mascara, dabbed at the bite marks with heavy concealer, and somehow stitched the worst tears in the ivory silk so it looked almost presentable again. But nothing could erase the deep ache between my legs or the warm slickness that still leaked from me whenever I moved. I felt raw. Marked. Claimed in the most dangerous way possible. As they worked, my mind raced. The escape Jeremiah had offered was tempting. Running away with him meant freedom, but it also meant my mother would suffer and everything I had built would crumble. I could not let that happen. Not yet. There had to be another way.

The masked party was loud and chaotic. College students filled every room of the big off-campus house. Everyone wore elaborate masks and costumes. For most people it was just a night of fun and pretending to be someone else. For me it was the night I finally stopped holding back. My twin sister Lola had been driving me crazy for months. We were both twenty years old and in the same year at college. We even shared an off-campus apartment because our parents thought it was practical. I had always been possessive of her. From the time we were kids I hated when anyone else got too close to her. In high school I made sure boys stayed away. In college it had turned into something darker. An obsession. I watched her every move. I hated every guy who looked at her too long. I jerked off almost every night thinking about claiming her completely and making sure no one else could ever have her. Lola was beautiful in a way that made my chest tight. She had long chestnut hair that fell in soft

I held Lola close in the moonlit clearing, my face still pressed gently against her stomach. Her fingers trembled as they ran through my hair, stroking me with a mixture of hesitation and growing tenderness. The night air was cool against our heated skin, carrying the faint scent of pine and earth, but the warmth between us refused to fade. After everything that had happened tonight — the deception at the party, the frantic chase through the woods, and the raw, honest confessions we had shared — something profound had finally shifted inside her. I could feel it in the way her touch lingered on me now, softer and more willing than before. Lola looked down at me. Her hazel eyes shimmered in the moonlight with a beautiful mixture of fear, wonder, and something deeper. Something that looked a lot like love finally breaking through the surface. “Ryan…” she whispered softly, her voice barely louder than the rustle of leaves overhead. “This is crazy. But when you touch me like this, when

Elias kept pounding into me with deep, powerful strokes. His thick cock stretched my hole perfectly, hitting that sweet spot inside me over and over again. I was on all fours on the large bed, moaning shamelessly as he fucked me. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the luxurious bedroom. My cock hung hard and leaking beneath me, untouched but throbbing with need. “Fuck, you feel so good, Kai,” Elias groaned behind me. His hands gripped my hips tightly as he drove into me harder. “Such a tight little hole. You were made for this, weren’t you?” I moaned louder, pushing back to meet his thrusts. “Yes… harder… please fuck me deeper.” Elias moaned sexily, the sound low and filthy. He leaned over my back and bit my shoulder lightly while his hips snapped forward again and again. Every thrust sent waves of pleasure through my body. I could feel my orgasm building slowly, coiling tight in my belly. From the armchair at the foot of the bed, Marcus watched us in silence. His