All Chapters of CRAVING THE BAD BOY: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

I yelped when he unexpectedly flipped me onto my stomach. And then he pulled my hips up, baring my ass to his appraisal as he kneeled behind me. He used his knee to spread my thighs apart. The head of his cock tapped my ass, leaving wetness behind. And then he was suddenly inside of me again and I was moaning into the mattress, rocking back into him. He felt even bigger in this position and it was sending me into overdrive.He gave me an answering moan and held my hips tight, fingers squeezing the pliable flesh of my ass as he started to pump into me. With this angle, every time he moved, he rubbed at this one spot inside me that had me crying out into the sheets, fingers arching from how hard they were curled around the blankets.With each thrust, he forced me back into his cock, hips audibly snapping against mine. I was unable to do anything but accept his hard thrusts, trying to muffle my cries against the mattress. He pounded into me, the sounds of our frenzy filking the room with

It's Monday evening, which meant I was on serving duty and Billy was on cashier duty.I loved being on cashier duty, it didn't require a lot of work and I didn't get to communicate or socialize with people that much, plus, I got to see and hold money frequently even though it wasn't mine.But Mondays never ruled in my favor.I took the two vanilla special to the couple seated at the far back of the shop, they were the only customers left and I think the dude's gonna propose to the red head, he asked if we do those silly celebrations when people get engaged but I said no, which was a lie.We do them but only when the manager was around and he so wasn't around right now, thank God.And why propose to someone in a tiny milkshake shop? That was so not romantic.I balanced the tray in one hand, placing the milkshakes on their table, the red head smiled at me thankfully while the guy nervously stared at her, clearly debating on whether or not he should do it.I hugged the red tray against m

It was Tuesday evening, and I was lying on my bed, staring at the ceiling. Yeah, I knew I was supposed to be studying… but I wasn't. Even Nerds get tired of reading all the time.My conversation with Dad kept playing in my head. He told me to get closer to Nick.To find something...maybe even steal documents that could prove he wasn’t framed. I didn’t want to do that. But at the same time, I felt confused.Nick wasn’t telling me everything. I could feel it. It was like he knew something about my dad arrest...but didn’t want to say it. Everything was so messed up. I didn’t even know what I was doing anymore. And then there was that anonymous number...Still sending me messages, but never replying when I asked questions. I didn’t even know who it was or if I could trust them. Everything just felt so wrong.A sudden knock on my window pulled me out of my thoughts. I quickly got up and walked to the window. I opened it...Nick.I froze for a second, surprised, then I let him in."Nick, wha

Ariana It had been days, or maybe weeks. I honestly didn’t know anymore. I had lost count of the last time I spoke to Nick. He hadn’t called me since the night he left, not even once. And the anonymous number? Nothing. No messages, no replies, just silence. It was strange… how everything suddenly went quiet.Work, though, had been going well, really well. I had been busy again, taking orders, moving around, staying distracted. Maybe that was a good thing, maybe I needed it.Today, I was at work, attending to some students from campus. One wanted a milkshake, another asked for snacks. I was arranging drinks in the chiller when someone called my name."Aria!"I looked up. Mark.A smile immediately found it's way to my face. "Mark, it’s been forever. I thought you left the city."He laughed. "I could say the same about you, Aria."I leaned against the counter. "So...what’s up?""You’re coming for my match tonight, right?"I blinked. "Your match is today?"He stared at me. "Yes, Aria, to

I woke up feeling normal or at least I thought I would. For a few seconds, everything was quiet, too quiet. Then my phone buzzed. Once. Twice. Then it kept going. Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.I frowned and reached for it. And the moment I turned on my screen, everything stopped, my heart dropped."What the hell..."Notifications everywhere. Instagram. Messages. Tags. Calls.I sat up slowly, blinking like I wasn’t seeing clearly."What the fuck is going on?" I opened my Instagram, and my stomach sank. There it was. Me. Nick. Paparazzi photos, outside the restaurant, flashes everywhere, my face half-hidden, Nick holding my hand, walking inside, and the caption underneath:'Football star Nick spotted with mystery girl after big match win.'My hands started shaking."No...no, no, no…this had to be an illusion."I kept scrolling, but it wasn't an illusion, there were more pages, more posts, more comments. People I didn’t even know were talking about me.'Who is she?''Is Nick dating her?''She’s so l