All Chapters of Webs of Dark Passion: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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In Trouble With Daddy's Bestie (1)

I gasp as I see him. My face colors immediately and I bend down to pick my heels, racing out of the club as if I have death on my tails.Looks like I do.I slam into a hard wall as I step out into the open and wince when I realize how unlucky I am.“Going somewhere, princess?”I frown. I hate that he has caught me, despite how hard I tried to avoid him. I look around, wondering how he had gotten to me so soon.“Home.” I reply, ignoring how fast my heart beats.He arches his eyebrow. “Certainly not to your parents.” He runs his gaze over my red mini dress.I feel naked and fight the urge to cover myself up with my hands.He should leave so I can go.“I wonder what your parents will say about their daughter dancing and shaking her ass in a club while four guys grope it.”I wince at his description, hating the bad decision I made tonight. I had come to the club to forget the memory of finding my boyfriend of two years in bed with his supposed ‘just friend’. I hadn't been having sex nor I

In Trouble With Daddy's Bestie (2)

“You feel so good.” He groans as he slips into me for the second time that night. “So tight and wet.”“Oh!” I moan as I feel my pussy clench around him.“When was the last time you had sex?”“A year ago.”He frowns. “I thought you said you had a boyfriend.”How nice of him to fuck me while believing I have a boyfriend.“We broke up.”“When?”“Last night.”Understanding fills his eyes. “That was why you were at the club.”“Told you I'm not a bad girl.” I say, wondering if he regrets sleeping with me.“You are bad enough for me.” He says, his dick pulsing between my legs.“Wait!” He stills. “You weren't having sex with your boyfriend?”“He wouldn't touch me.” I feel ashamed to admit that.I should have known since then that the loser had been up to no good.Pity fills his eyes and then moves so quickly to mischief I believe I imagined it.“Let me apologize on his behalf.” He says and turns me over quickly a gasp escapes my throat.He pushes my face on the bed and spreads my legs wide. I

My Fuck Buddy (1)

“We have to stop this.” I announce as I walk into his room, forcing my eyes to behave and not stare at his chest.“What did you say?” He asks, closing his laptop and standing up.“This.” I gesture wildly with my hand. “What we have between us.”“What do we have between us?” His voice cracks with danger, daring me to voice out the words.“Sex. Being fuck buddies.”“You said you wanted it that way.” He reminds me, stalking forward.I swallow. “Till I'm ready for a relationship. We only agreed to soothe each other's itch.”“And?” He prompts, his face hard as granite.“I'm going on a date tomorrow and it's likely I settle with the guy.” I blurt out. “Looks like I'm ready for a relationship and don't need our arrangement anymore.”“The hell you don't.” He snarls.“Ryan,” I warn, inching backward.He takes a long stride and pulls me forward, slamming me against his hard chest. My heart beats fast, drowning at his touch and the fires he lights up in me. Too bad it's just sex and I'm starting

My Fuck Buddy (2)

He guides me to the bed and forces me on my knees. I wet my lips in anticipation, waiting to be thoroughly fucked and loved by my friend of five years and lover of two years.He dips his hand and reaches between my legs, whistling low. “You are soaked. For me.”“For you.” I repeat. He slams into me in one hard thrust that I shift forward on the bed. He holds my hips and slams it against it, mumbling sweet words as he drives me crazy. It doesn't take long before I'm crashing again, hearing him crashing with me.“I want you naked.” He breathes as he slips out.I moan at the emptiness.“Soon,” he chuckles and promises.I remove my gown and bra, throwing them away like trash. I find Ryan naked and smirking at me. “On your back,” I move as instructed.“Your legs bent.”I do so.He kneels between my legs and dips his tongue into my pussy.“Ryan,” I moan as my hand slips into his hair.“You taste like mine.” He mumbles against my pussy.I swear I gush an ocean of discharge at that moment.

Getting the Baddest Boy in School (1)

“Snap out of it,” my best friend sighs, snapping her fingers before me.“What?” I say, blushing.“You are staring at him. Again.” She points out.“I'm not,” I deny.“You are.” Her face fills with pity. “Zane is wildly desired by half of the female population in school and asides that, you, my dear, are not the kind of girl he goes for.”Ouch. That hurts.Nothing lowers a girl's confidence faster than being told by her best friend that she isn't attractive enough for the guy she has had a crush on for a year.Thank you, Sammy. I try not to roll my eyes at her.“Let's go, Zara.” She stands up. “There is nothing here for us anymore.”I stand up. The game I don't care about is over and Zane who I care about is already walking away from the field, trailed by a dozen cheerleaders.I hide my displeasure at the image.“Let's go have some snacks.” She turns to me. “I'm hungry.”Code for she wants to have dinner with her boyfriend. “I'm not hungry.”I shake my head. I'm not in the mood to watc

Getting the Baddest Boy in School (2)

I should meet him.I shouldn't meet him.My heart and my brain have been in loggerhead for a week. I refuse to follow Sammy to the game tonight to avoid seeing him.What a coward I am.I guess I don't want Zane enough. The next day, I'm alone in the room when I hear a knock on the door. I frown as I stand up, wondering who it is. Sammy has gone to her boyfriend's house and won't be back till Monday evening.“Who is there?” I ask, dropping the dark romance novel I'm reading on the bed.No answer.My frown gets deeper.I pull open the door and gasp at the sight before me.“Zane!” I gasp. “How did you find me?”He smiles, sending tremors to my heart. “Finding a girl is easy for me.”I hate those words.“You've been avoiding me.” He narrows his gaze at me.“I haven't been.” I lied.“You weren't at the game tonight.”I'm surprised he noticed.“You know?”“Why do you think I was at the library that night?”“For me?” I can't believe it.He nods. “You lie,” I snort. “You didn't know of my e

See Me, My Dear (1)

I stare at my best friend, wishing like smacking him all the way here to hell.How can someone be this stupid?“She left me again.” He cries.And she wouldn't have the chance this time if he had respected himself the first time she broke up with him. But no, he had to cry and make a fool of himself, begging her to take him back.She did, after hanging out with a loser college guy who jilted her after five months of dating.I almost gouged out my eyes the day I caught Ryan, my stupid bestie, kissing her after she agreed to be his girlfriend again.She has broken up with him six other times since then, and I'm forced to watch and comfort him every time that happens.I would rather not do any of those things I do.Why would I want to watch the boy I've loved for years cry over another girl who doesn't love him?If anything at all, I pray his ex leaves the country and breaks up with him for good.Maybe, maybe then he will finally see me and realize what he has been losing out on.“Chelsea

See Me, My Dear (2)

“I've been trying to reach out to you.” He says as I open the door.Why?Hasn't he done enough damage?“Aren't you going to say anything?” He asks after a moment of silence.I shrug. “What do you want me to say?”He winces. “I'm sorry, Chelsea. I didn't know you felt that way about me.”Feel. Not felt.It's fine though if he wants to pretend it's the past. I regret saying a word then too.“No problem.” I shrug. “You don't have to feel sorry.”That makes me feel pathetic.“Can I come in?”“Why?”He chuckles nervously. “Don't be like that, Chelsea.”“My house is a mess.” I say. And it's not a lie.He laughs. “I've seen you in far messier states.”Right.I move to the side so he can walk in. His eyes widen as he takes in the disastrous state of my apartment.“I would have wondered if an earthquake had happened here if not that I didn't hear anything on the news.”“Glad that you find this funny enough to joke.” I slump on the sofa.“I'm sorry.” He says as he sits beside me.His eyes tell

My Nearby Cupid (1)

He is Mr. Grumpy but super attractive. Ethan.My brother's best friend and my taboo.“Pass me the salt, Jack.” Dad says to my brother who teases him with it for a while before handing it over.I watch as my family laugh and tease one another as we sit around a huge barbecue, eating and having fun.Not all of us seem like we are having fun though, and not everyone here is my family.There is dad, Jack my brother, and Ethan his best friend. Ethan watches everyone and everything with his usual expressionless face, acting as if he is bored. I wonder how he is friends with my loud and carefree brother. I also can't help wondering what it will take to make his mask crack.That was when I got in trouble, obsessing over a man who won't even bat an eyelash if I drop down dead beside him.“Do you need anything, son?” Dad asks Ethan.Ethan shakes his head. “Not at all, sir.” He replies politely.Ever so polite.Ever so guarded.Ever so annoying.Dad smiles at him and puts a big meat on his pla

My Nearby Cupid (2)

He breathes hard, his eyes roving around as he struggles to avoid my gaze. I would have laughed if I wasn't on edge.“Ethan,” I breathe, leaning forward as if I want to kiss him.Oh! How much I want to.“Jasmine,” he sounds tortured. “You don't know what you are talking about.”“I don't?” I ask in a mock challenge. He shakes his head. “Let me warm up some tea for you. You must be cold.”“I'm hot, Ethan. Not at all cold.”His eyes flick over to mine, dark and heated. I step forward and lean against him, pressing a light kiss on his lips. He shivers and that gives me the boost I need to continue.I place my hands on his shoulders and slip my tongue into his, loving the groan that slips out of his throat.“We can't do this.” He murmurs against my lips.“Do what?” I challenge, my hand slipping down toward his dick as I wrap the other around his neck. I may die if he says we should stop.“I know you want me.” I groan as I notice how hard he is.“You don't know what you are talking about

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