บททั้งหมดของ DON’T STOP: บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

Bella I stepped out of Darrell’s apartment and let the door click shut behind me softly. The hallway air hit colder than I expected, or maybe it was just the sudden emptiness in my chest making everything feel sharper. My eyes were already soaked, tears blurring the edges of the corridor lights. I made it three steps before my legs gave out. I crouched right there against the wall, knees to my chest, biting my bottom lip so hard I tasted blood. I hadn’t been late because of traffic. I’d been late because of Lara. An hour and a few minutes ago, she’d finally walked through our hostel door—smiling and acting casual, like nothing had changed. And I’d been waiting. Waiting to ask her everything Jones had thrown at me, everything that had been eating me alive since he showed me those photos. Flashback** I was in our room, half-dressed—jeans on, sweater halfway pulled over my head—when the door opened. My heart jumped. I yanked the sweater down fast and turned. Lara stepped in, bag slu

BellaI gasped, pulling away. Stared at him and looked down at his cock. I gripped it hard, my fingers digging in, then spat on the head, watching the saliva slide down the shaft before I swallowed him whole. I forced him deep until my nose pressed into his pubic hair, my throat convulsing around him. I gagged loudly—wet, choking sounds—tears streaming instantly, mascara running black down my cheeks. Spit poured from the corners of my mouth, dripping onto my tits, coating his balls in a slick mess.Darrell groaned like an animal, both hands fisting my hair so tight it burned at the scalp. “That’s it. Choke on it, you filthy little slut. Take every fucking inch.”He thrust shallowly into my throat, those short, brutal jabs making me gag harder, spit bubbling out, running down my chin in thick strings. I moaned around him, the vibration ripping another curse from him. My pussy was throbbing so hard it hurt—clit swollen, inner thighs already slick with my own arousal dripping down.After

BellaI got home on shaky legs, the night air still clinging to my skin like a reminder of everything I’d just left behind. The door to our room creaked when I pushed it open. Lara was sitting on her bed with a bowl of instant ramen, fork halfway to her mouth. She looked up, eyes red-rimmed like she’d been crying too.“Hey,” she said softly.I didn’t answer. Didn’t even look at her. I walked straight past, into the bathroom, and shut the door harder than I meant to. The lock clicked like a promise, meaning no more talking tonight.I stripped off my clothes—still damp in places, still smelling faintly of him—and stepped under the shower. Hot water hit me like punishment. I stood there for a long time, letting it scald my skin, scrubbing every inch until my fingers pruned and the steam made my lungs ache. I washed away the sweat, the spit, the cum, the bruises forming on my hips and ass, and the faint red marks on my throat. But no amount of soap could wash away the memory of his hands,

DarrellI couldn’t concentrate on anything. The stack of ungraded essays on my desk had been sitting there for two days, mocking me. Every time I tried to focus, my mind dragged me right back to her—Bella. The way she’d looked walking out that last night. The way she’d blocked my number like it was nothing. The way she’d left her panties behind and never came back for them.She’d been in my class twice since then. Twice. Both times she sat in the back row, eyes forward, never once meeting mine. She answered questions when called on—polite, perfect, professional. Greeted me with a quiet “Good morning, Mr. Black” when she walked in, and that was it. No lingering glances. No small smiles. Nothing.I was losing my fucking mind.I’d fallen for her. Hard. Deeper than I ever meant to. It started as lust—pure, filthy, transactional. But somewhere between the hotel shower and that final night on my bed, it turned into something else. Something that made my chest ache when I thought about her.

BellaI did not remember how we got to the hospital.One moment I was screaming in the blood-filled street, my hands shaking as I held onto my mother’s bloodied shoulders, and the next I was running through bright white corridors that smelled of antiseptic and something metallic and cold. Darrell was beside me the entire time. I don’t remember grabbing his hand, but at some point my fingers had locked around his sleeve as if he were the only solid thing left in the world.They let me see her.She was so pale.Machines surrounded her. The steady beeping was the only thing convincing me she was still here. I rushed to her bedside, my knees hitting the metal rail as I leaned over her.“Mom,” I whispered, but it came out broken. “Mom, I’m here. I’m here.”Her eyelids fluttered slowly, heavily, like they weighed too much for her to lift. When her eyes finally found me, they softened. Even in that condition, she looked at me like I was still her little girl.“Bella…” Her voice was thin. Fra