Todos los capítulos de ALL I WANT IS YOU: Some rules are meant to be broken: Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 80

Stella’s POV It was dark except for the faint light spilling in from the hallway.Daniel didn’t waste time. The moment we stepped into the kitchen, he gripped my hips, lifted me onto the cold counter, and stepped between my legs. The black tracksuit fabric was still warm from my body. He dragged the zipper of my top down in one hard pull, then shoved the material off my shoulders. My bra followed just as roughly, as I bent my shoulder slightly for him to pull it off.The cooler air tightened my nipples before his mouth closed over one of them.Paaap!I gasped, fingers digging into his hair.He bit down just hard enough to sting, then moved to the other side while his hands worked my pants open. I lifted my hips so he could drag them down my legs along with my underwear. The counter was hard and cold under my bare ass. I didn’t care.Daniel’s gaze stayed on my body for a moment, his breath became a bit ragged and he bit his lips, giving me the most sexy and sultry look I have ev

The club was called The Hollow.It sat beneath an unmarked building in the city's industrial district, accessible only by a narrow staircase and a heavy black door that required a code. Inside, the air was thick with low bass, expensive perfume, and the sharp scent of oil paint still drying on canvas. Dim red lights washed over exposed brick walls lined with art that ranged from delicate to deliberately obscene. The Hollow is not a gallery for the polite. It was a place where money and hunger mixed freely.Shirley stood near her own piece, it was a large mixed-media canvas of a woman half-emerging from dark water, mouth open, eyes closed. She had spent three months on it. Tonight it looked small against the noise and the bodies moving past.She was twenty-six, broke, and two weeks away from being unable to pay rent on her studio. Her last decent commission had been six months ago. The smile she kept on her face felt brittle.A man stopped in front of her painting and stayed there lo

Shirley lay in the dark long after Dione left the room.The ache in her body refused to settle. Every time she shifted, the residual heat across her ass reminded her of the belt. The deeper, fuller ache between her legs pulsed in time with her heartbeat. She pressed her thighs together and immediately regretted it. The pressure only made the emptiness sharper.Her thoughts circled without mercy.I signed a contract.I let a stranger bend you over a sofa and spank you until I got wetYou came on his cock like you had been waiting for it.She told herself she would leave in the morning. That the money and the career boost were not worth becoming whatever he was turning her into. She told herself the tender way he had dried her after the bath meant nothing. It was just a strategy. Control. Nothing more.Sleep came in fragments, restless and thin.She woke before dawn.The house was silent. Pale light had not yet reached the windows. Shirley sat up slowly, wincing at the pull in her musc

Usually, Sunday marks the start of another week. What Shirley didn’t understand was how it meant the last full day of the weekend to Dione.Sunday arrived with gray light and the low sound of rain against the windows.Shirley woke alone in the large bed, the sheets still carrying the faint scent of him. Her body felt thoroughly used—ass tender from the previous day’s spanking, thighs marked, a deep, satisfying ache between her legs that flared whenever she moved. She lay still for a long moment, listening to the rain, and realized she was already dreading the drive home.She found Dione in the kitchen, shirt sleeves rolled, pouring coffee into two cups. He looked at her when she entered, eyes moving over the robe she wore and the careful way she walked. Something unreadable passed across his face.“Sit,” he said.She did.She had already gotten used to his command tone. He set a cup in front of her and remained standing, one hip against the counter.“The weekend is almost over,” he s

Liora’s smile widened at Cassian’s words. Of course they would do anything.“We’ll do anything,” he had said. The grin on his face was already edged with hunger. Rhett sat beside him, silent but watching her just as closely.She leaned back against the velvet cushions, one arm still stretched along the back of the couch. The thin dress rode a little higher on her thighs, exposing her soft shiny skin“Anything is a strong word,” she said. “I like strong words.”Her eyes moved slowly between the two men. She let the silence stretch until it became uncomfortable, then spoke again, voice low and unhurried.“I’m going to be clear so there’s no confusion later. You’re both broke,” Her finger moved between them.You have nothing I need in your pockets. What I want is simple. You use your hands and your mouths on me until I’m satisfied. Then, if I’m still in the mood, you fuck me. Properly. No rushing. No taking over. You do what I tell you, when I tell you. In return, you get food, water, cl