All Chapters of LINGERIE ONLY: Red Light District : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

JERIELThree weeks had passed since the incident in the lab, and I was doing everything in my power to pretend my life wasn't falling apart. I had perfected the art of the high-collar look, wearing turtlenecks even on days when the classroom felt like an oven. I acted like it was just a style choice whenever my fellow teachers would ask. "Jeriel, you’re spaced out again," Sarah said, nudging my arm.I blinked, coming back to the present. I was sitting at a dimly lit bar with three of my closest friends. It was supposed to be a meetup for old times’ sake since it has been a while since we met up physically due to work."Sorry," I muttered, offering a thin smile. "Just tired. It’s been a long semester.""Is that why you're dressed like a Victorian priest?" Mark joked, gesturing to my neck. "It’s sixty-five degrees out, man. Take the sweater off.""I have a cold," I lied. "My throat is sensitive."It was a pathetic excuse. My friends didn't know I was an Omega. As far as they were conc

CASSIAN Four days had passed since the hospital visit with Jeriel. Four days of me staring at the seat in the front of the lab and seeing a substitute teacher who didn't know the difference between a beaker and a flask.Jeriel was someone of habit, and his habit was showing up even when he looked like death. The fact that his car wasn't in its usual spot for nearly a week was enough to keep my nerves on edge. I kept telling myself he was just recovering from the "fever" the doctors probably talked about. Could it be possible he actually had more than just a fever?“He never tells me anything,” I muttered, wondering if I was that unreliable.I was heading toward the gym when I passed the teachers' lounge. The door was left slightly open and I heard the frustrated voice of the Biology head."—not even a two-week notice. Just a letter on the desk and his keys in the bin. I know Scott was private, but this is unprofessional even for him.""Miller is losing his mind," another voice replie

JERIELI should have pushed him away. I should have slapped him again, or called the police, or at least finished the lecture about how he was eighteen and I was his former teacher. But the moment his lips crashed against mine, all the logic I’d spent twenty-eight years building evaporated.He tasted like mint, but his tongue was hot as it forced its way past my teeth. I let out a needy, broken moan.My hands, which had been meant to push him back, instead tangled into his hair, pulling him closer until there wasn't a single inch between us.I was melting. My knees felt like water, and if he wasn't holding me so tightly against the counter, I would have collapsed."Jeriel," he breathed against my mouth, his voice a rough growl. "Tell me to stop. If you don't tell me to stop right now, I'm not going to."I didn't say a word. I couldn't. Instead, I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer with my legs. Maybe I was just pent up but I was tired of having to get off with just m

JERIELI woke up feeling more rested than I had in months. For a few seconds, I just lay there in the grey morning light, staring at a stack of half-packed boxes across the room.‘Ah, I really was supposed to be moving to a new city,’ I thought. I had nearly forgotten about that because of Cassian. He was so good in bed that I feared I'd get addicted.‘I wish I was at least drunk or in heat, that way I could pin the blame on something.’ Unfortunately, I had soberly allowed myself to get laid by him.I tried to roll out of bed, but I was stuck. Cassian was spooning me from behind, his arms locked around my waist and his hands resting right over my stomach.I let out a soft breath and tried to slide forward, but the moment I moved, I felt a wet friction that made me gasp. A low, involuntary moan escaped my lips.His dick was still inside me."You've got to be kidding me," I whispered, my face heating up.I looked over my shoulder at his sleeping face. He looked so peaceful, his dark ha

AMBROSIUSLord Vincent lay slumped over me, his weight pinning me to the silk sheets. His heart had stopped while he was still inside me, his fingers locked onto my hips—he was dead.I didn't move until the door burst open.Servants scrambled, their gasps filling the air as they realized the head of the Devereux family was dead. They didn't look at me—they never did, unless it was to drag me to my room. Two guards hauled Vincent’s cooling body off me, and a maid threw a silk robe at my feet."Get to your quarters," she hissed, her eyes full of disgust. "Now."I wrapped the robe around my naked, pale body and walked through the halls. My black hair was a mess, and I could still feel the stickiness of the old man’s cum between my legs. I retreated to my room, the curtains already drawn by one of the maids. As I sat there in the quiet of my dark room, I wished I'd at least feel relieved or sad that he'd died but I felt nothing. This wasn't the first, second, third or fourth time I'd wit