Semua Bab Addicted to Roseanne {GL}: Bab 1 - Bab 10

Chapter Two— Jake Elle's POVI woke up early Sunday morning, the sun just peeking through the curtains in Roseanne's room. My body was still buzzing from last night, from lying so close to her, feeling her heat under the covers. She was still asleep, curled on her side, her tee shirt ridden up to show the curve of her hip and the edge of her panties. Fuck, she looked so innocent, so fuckable. Her tits rose and fell with each soft breath, nipples pressing against the thin fabric like they were begging for my mouth. I wanted to slide my hand between her thighs, wake her up with my fingers deep inside her, making her moan my name before she even opened her eyes. Dark thoughts swirled—pinning her down, owning her pussy, making her forget every guy she'd ever let touch her.But I held back. It was too soon. I slipped out of bed quiet, my feet cold on the hardwood floor. The house was silent, her parents still away. I pulled on my clothes from yesterday, the scent of her on my skin like a

Chapter Four— kiss and dramaElle's POVThe bell for lunch rang, but I barely heard it over the buzz in my head. Roseanne had vanished after first period, slipping into the crowd like a ghost. I scanned the halls, my heart pounding with a mix of guilt and that dark hunger that never quit. Where the fuck was she? I needed to see her, to touch her arm, feel her skin under my fingers. Maybe slide my hand higher, under her skirt in some empty classroom, press my thigh against her pussy till she gasped. Make her forget whatever bullshit Jake fed her. But she was gone, and it ate at me.I pushed through the throng of kids heading to the cafeteria, eyes darting to every corner. Lockers slammed, laughter echoed, but no sign of her messy hair or those swollen eyes. My mind raced with dirty thoughts—picturing her alone somewhere, crying, her tits heaving with each sob. I'd find her, wipe those tears with my tongue, suck on her neck till I left marks. Claim her as mine, fuck her slow against a d

Chapter SixElle's POVThe suspension dragged on like a bad dream I couldn't wake from. Day two at home, and the house felt smaller, walls closing in with Mom's snores echoing from the living room. I cleaned up more bottles that morning, the glass clinking as I dumped them in the bin outside. The air still stank of stale booze, even with windows open wide. Mom stirred once, mumbled something about getting better, but her eyes were glassy, unfocused. I nodded, but didn't believe it. My mind was elsewhere—on Roseanne, on that kiss in the art room, her lips soft against mine, her body arching under my touch yesterday. Fuck, fingering her had been heaven. Her pussy tight around my fingers, wet and hot, clenching as she came. I wanted more. To spread her legs wide, bury my tongue in her folds, taste her cum straight from the source. Make her beg for my strap, thrust deep till she forgot her own name.I paced my room, phone in hand. No texts from her yet. Was she thinking about it too? Regr

Chapter Eight — SpreadingElle's POVThe phone screen was still lit in my hand.The link was right there. A private site, but not locked. All it took was one click and there she was — Roseanne. Her body. Her face. Arranged on a page like she was nothing.My stomach dropped straight through the mattress.I counted the thumbnails. Eleven pictures. The ones I had taken in her bedroom, plus others I had never seen before. Older ones, maybe. Jake's private collection, now someone else's entertainment.And according to his second message, half the senior class already had the link.I sat up slow. Roseanne was still asleep beside me, her hair across her face, her breathing soft and even. She had no idea. She was still in the part of the night that came before all of this.I had maybe ten minutes before someone texted her directly.I thought about waking her gently. Thought about the right words, the calm voice, the steady hands. Then I thought about how her face would look and I put the phon

Chapter Ten — WallsElle's POVI left before she woke up.Not because I wanted to. Because I had something to do and I needed to do it before I talked myself out of it.Jake's house was twenty minutes away in the kind of neighborhood where every lawn looked the same and every car in the driveway cost more than my mother made in a year. I had been there once before, sophomore year, for some party I did not want to attend. I remembered the gate code because I remembered everything that might be useful someday.I punched it in. The gate opened.I parked on the street and walked up the driveway at six forty-five in the morning. The house was quiet. I rang the bell and waited.He answered in a t-shirt and boxers, hair wrecked from sleep, and the moment he saw me his whole face shifted from confused to wary."You've got to be kidding me," he said."Screenshots exist," I said. "I know you know that. So do you."He leaned against the door frame, arms crossed. Trying to look relaxed. He was no