Lahat ng Kabanata ng Ricochet My Love: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

A gasp slipped out of me when he lightly bit my lower lip. There was an eagerness in him, obvious and restrained at the same time, like he wanted to let the kiss linger but kept pulling himself back, forcing himself to take it slow.The hand at the back of my neck warmed my skin as his fingers flexed, drawing me closer, deepening the kiss just enough to make my pulse beat twice faster.I felt both suffocated and alive all at once. He was stealing my breath, and the way he dragged out each second in each kiss, frustrated me more.My hands, frozen uselessly at my sides, finally lifted—not to slap him or push him back, but to curl into him, to pull him closer, silently inviting him in.Just moments ago, I’d been so sure I wanted him erased from my life. Now, I was the one craving more than a shallow kiss, more than the gentle press of his mouth, desperate for something... more of him.The taste of him spread across my tongue—beer and mint, and somehow that familiar and addictive taste wa

I chased my breath, taking him whole as I screamed his name.His length was deep, his thickness stretching me wider, and his pace… it was frustratingly slow. He was testing my patience, clearly waiting for me to beg.Typical Ricochet. Either he was the one begging for pleasure, or he was in charge, dragging it out until I was the one pleading for more of him.His hands roamed all over my body, palms warm and possessive, setting my skin on fire with every slow stroke. Fingers splayed over my waist, sliding up my ribs, down my thighs like he was claiming every inch of me as his territory.He pulled my legs around him, lifting me slightly off the recamier as our bodies pressed together, no space left between us.We hadn’t even properly started, and I was already panting, breath snagging in my throat, lost in the haze building low in my stomach.I could feel myself losing control, and he hadn’t even given me half of what I wanted.“You feel so good around me,” he whispered, thrusting in a

I want another taste. Just one more. Before I ghost him. Before I officially block him out of my entire life like he never existed.But should I really let him do this whenever he wants?I told him I was his just for tonight. That didn’t mean I’d let my wants win over my pride. I already let it drive me stupid and high and breathless. That should be enough.Enough of this craziness!Even though every nerve in my body disagreed, I shoved his face away from mine.“Get your face off me,” I grunted, covering my own as I tried to gather whatever scraps of pride I had left, while his shameless laughter filled the room. “I have no reason to be jealous. You can fuck any woman you want.”“Why is it just about me?” he retorted. “You’ve dated a ton of guys. And as much as I hate thinking about it, I’m pretty sure you slept with some of them.” He muttered the last part, jaw tightening like he regretted even picturing it.He propped himself up on one arm and lay on his side, looking like a whole d

My lips immediately twitched in disgust as the walking personification of a bitch stepped into my line of sight. She wasn’t in that barely decent outfit anymore, she’d downgraded to something even worse. A dress that covered just enough to avoid getting arrested. Well, barely.Her blonde hair was pulled into a high ponytail so tight it probably gave her a facelift, and her makeup was thick that I almost took her as a drag.“Leaving so soon?” she asked, clearly trying to snag my attention before I could get the hell out of this building.I felt her eyes rake over me, judging.I glanced down at my pants—the poor survivors of Ricochet’s eagerness, and then at his shirt hanging off me. My blouse had been torn, so I had no choice. The shirt drowned me; I had to knot the hem at my waist just to avoid looking like a kid playing dress-up in a grown man’s closet.And somehow, this so-called therapist thought she was entitled to being the best woman of the night.Please.More like the bitch of

Stay.That was what he asked me.I didn’t say anything. I didn’t agree to it, and I didn’t refuse it either.And somehow, he was now sitting on the couch, laughing with Mom. She had a photo album in her hands, flipping pages and showing him old pictures, while Adriana walked around serving another box of pizza and finger foods. I had no idea where she got the money for all that.Actually, I did have a suspect.While everyone was loud and cozy like some picture-perfect family, I was standing at the bottom of the staircase, fingers curling around the railing, feeling like a guest in my own house.They didn’t even bother handing me a plate.And why did I suddenly feel like the only non-blond in this circus?“Uhm… what is going on here?” I finally asked, stealing their attention.Mom, who was wearing another ridiculous getup that made her look like a neon highlighter in a grayscale world, got up from the couch and rushed toward me with her arms wide open.“Dee!” she giggled, her smile str