Semua Bab Dirty Little Lessons (An Erotica Collection): Bab 11 - Bab 20

It all started with a breakup text and a bottle of cheap wine.Technically, I was the one who ended it, but when the guy you’ve dated for two years, someone you were once deeply in love with sends a simple “Good luck, you’ll find someone better” message five minutes later, it still stings, it stings so bad.So, naturally, I did what any woman with a bruised ego and too much free time on a Saturday would do, I opened my maps app and searched for tattoo shops near me.I don’t know what I was expecting. Maybe a butterfly on my wrist or something simple on my ribs. I just wanted something that screamed a new era.Soon enough, I found myself standing outside a place called Ink Therapy, where the “I” in Ink had been replaced with a lightning bolt. The logo looked cocky. So did the man behind the counter.His whole body was covered in tattoos, or let me say ink, and muscle, his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, tattoos creeping up his neck and disappearing under a black T-shirt that fit

The breeze blowing outside the shop was extremely cold, my heart was beating fast and loud. I held my phone with trembling hands as I tried ordering a ride, and thankfully, I got one that was only two minutes away.When I got to my apartment, my heart was still racing, but my hands had stopped trembling. So, I ran myself a bath, and took a hot shower.I got into my bed and wished for sleep to come soon.But, sleep refused to come.I had showered twice, changed into the softest pajamas in my closet, and still couldn’t wash away the feeling of his lips on mine. Rafe. Every breath, every thought, every heartbeat came back to him.It was ridiculous, I barely knew him. But somehow, he had managed to crawl under my skin and make himself comfortable there.When I closed my eyes, I saw him again, the way he said “Say stop, and I will.” The way he hadn’t stepped closer until I leaned in first. The way his breath had brushed my cheek before our lips met, sending every rational thought spiraling

Rafe turned on his phone’s flashlight, giving the room a faint glow so I could see. I stepped aside and reached for the lamp instead.“You can turn it off now, thank you,” I said, not looking back.A sudden warmth closed in behind me. I turned, and crashed straight into Rafe’s chest. I hadn’t realized he was already that close.“Lightning,” he murmured, voice rough with restraint, “you’re doing so many things to me.”His arms came around me, pulling me closer.“You’re doing the same, Rafe,” I managed, my heartbeat tripping over itself.He tipped my chin up until my eyes met his. Desire blazed there, fierce and unguarded.“I’m trying to take things slow,” he said, his voice low and deliberate, “but you’re not making it easy, Lightning.”A nervous laugh slipped out, the sound trembling against my lips.“I’m not stopping you, Rafe,” I breathed. “Go ahead, do what you want.”He caught my hand and guided it to the zipper of his trousers. The hard outline beneath my palm made my breath hitc

“You’re mine tonight, Lena,” he murmured possessively, as he slid the panties out of my feet. “Every inch, every sound, all for me.”I shivered under him, desire pooling, wet and aching, I was already dripping and desperate for him. “Yes, I’m yours,” I whispered, my fingers clutching at his chest, nails grazing his skin. “Take me, Rafe, please.”He smiled slowly, his lips brushing mine before he deepened the kiss. The taste of him made me instinctively arch into him. His hands slid down my body, lifting the hem of my dress and pulling it out of my head. My legs wrapped around him, pulling him into me, desperate for his touch.“You feel so perfect,” he groaned against my lips, voice deep, vibrating through me. “So ready, so wet, so eager. God, Lena.”I moaned into his mouth, hips pressing instinctively, rolling against him. “Rafe, I’m ready, I want you inside me…”He shifted, resting on one arm as he pulled down his trousers. The bulge of his dick became more visible, and my pussy clen

Lucas's POV The instant she realized, it really dawned on her that her father had handed her over, as a piece of exchange for my money that he couldn't pay back, there was a flicker in her eyes. Disbelief. Anger. Something sharp and dangerous that amused me. But she didn’t stay there. No, that was too honest, too vulnerable for Isabella. She masked it immediately, sliding back into that defiant, sharp-tongued persona she wore like armor.Good. That was exactly what I wanted.I leaned slightly back, just enough to let her feel the space I commanded, the silent weight of my presence pressing against her even without touching. Her chest rose and fell faster now, subtle but obvious. Every sharp tilt of her chin, every smirk that tugged at her lips, screamed don’t underestimate me. I didn’t. I never did. Not with her.God, the way she carries herself, I thought, my gaze sliding over her with the precision of a predator sizing up its prey. Confident, defiant in eve