All Chapters of Dirty Little Collections: Sins We Never Speak Of: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

My dad’s office always smelled like old paper and stress. I sat in front of his desk, legs crossed, arms folded, staring at the floor while he shouted again.“You’re failing every core subject, Amelia,” he barked. “Do you even understand what this means? You will not graduate. At all.”I picked at my pink nails. I knew I should care, but the louder he got, the more my brain shut down. Mom never yelled. She talked. She listened. She was brilliant. And everyone loved reminding me of that like it was a contest I kept losing.“You need to be more like your mother,” he said, as if reciting a line he had memorized. “She never slacked off. She never embarrassed this family.”That one always landed exactly where he wanted it to. I kept my face blank anyway.“I’m talking to you, Amelia.”“I heard you,” I muttered.He slammed a folder on the table. My grades spilled out—D’s, E’s, and two humiliating F’s. I didn’t bother leaning forward. I already knew what they looked like. I was tired of prete

A wave of disgust washed over me. I shoved him back hard. “You are disgusting.”He chuckled, backing up with that lazy, arrogant look I hated. “Okay, okay. But don’t come crying when I’m meeting someone else. You know you will. That’s your style.”I rolled my eyes, turning and walking away while he fiddled with his phone.Later, I waited in the car park for my dad’s driver, arms crossed over my chest. That’s when I saw him—Dimitri—sitting on a powerful-looking motorcycle, helmet on, the engine rumbling.I walked over to him. “I’m ready to go.”He shook his head, his eyes hidden by the visor. “Your driver’s over there.”“No. We’re going to the same place,” I said, stomping my feet on the ground and standing my ground.“You are not going anywhere with me.” He didn’t give me a chance to protest and he drove away leaving a cloud of dust that entered my eye. Meanie.When I finally got to my house, I was furious, but my body was humming. I stormed inside. The bike was parked outside, and my

His mouth was back on mine, hot and urgent, his tongue pushing past my lips without hesitation. The kiss is anything but gentle. It was rough and felt like he was claiming my insides. His hands, large and calloused, roamed over my bare back, sliding down to grip my hips and press me harder against him. I could feel the solid outline of his erection straining against his pants. I arched into him, a silent plea for more as I unconsciously grinded my hips into him.Dimitri broke the kiss, his breath ragged and hot against my cheek. He trailed his lips down the crook of my neck, nipping at the sensitive skin where my pulse thundered . I gasped, my fingers digging into the hard muscles of his shoulders, clinging to him as a wave of dizziness washed over me.“Dimitri, please,” I whispered. I did not know what I was begging for—for him to stop, for him to never stop, for the unbearable tension to break. Everything felt too intense, too much, and way too new. It was never like this with Brad.

I cried the whole night and the following morning.Not loud crying. Just the kind where the tears kept coming on their own, even when I tried to blink them away. I kept wiping my eyes as fast as I could, hoping no one walking past the hallway would see, but Natalia and Lizzie noticed the moment I stepped into the locker room.Natalia didn’t even let me put my bag down.“What happened? What did he do?” she demanded.Lizzie hovered behind her, softer, more worried. “Amelia, what’s wrong?”I didn’t know how to explain it. How do you tell your friends that someone went from touching you like he was starving for you… to acting like you didn’t exist a few hours later?“I don’t know,” I whispered. “I don’t know what happened. He just… changed.”Natalia folded her arms. “Well, you shouldn’t have done that with him.”My chest tightened. “Nat—”“No, I’m serious,” she said, annoyed. “He’s cold. Everyone knows he’s cold. Now you let him in your bed and what? You thought he’d turn into a boyfriend