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Summer Slut 2

WrenI wasn’t going downstairs for dinner. He could sit at his precious dining table and wait until the food got cold for all I cared. If he thought I was going to follow his twenty ridiculous rules like a good little girl, he was in for a very long summer.I grabbed my phone and opened my chat with Ameera.Wren: I’m going to die here.Ameera: WHAT?????Wren: Not literally, you drama queen. Although, if I do die, tell everyone my last words were that Beck Truman is an asshole.Ameera: LMAOOOOO. GIRL, WHAT HAPPENED?I sent her a picture of the list Beck had handed me earlier.The typing bubbles appeared almost immediately.Ameera: GIRL.Ameera: TWENTY??????Wren: TWENTY FUCKING RULES.Ameera: Is he your uncle or your prison warden?Wren: At this point, I think he’s planning to be both.Ameera: So what are you going to do?Wren: Whatever the fuck I want.Ameera: Please don’t get yourself murdered before I can visit you.I laughed, kicking my feet against the mattress.At least someone u

Summer Slut 3

Wren Well, that was unexpected.I’d assumed Beck survived on black coffee, anger, and the tears of people who disobeyed him.Apparently, he ate actual food.I pulled out the containers and set them on the counter. There was enough to make several meals, so I found some smaller containers and started dividing everything into portions.I wasn’t doing it for him. I simply refused to spend the next month asking permission every time I wanted something to eat.Besides, I was hungry, and the food was right there.While the rice heated on the stove, I chopped some vegetables and mixed them with the leftover chicken. I found a bottle of seasoning in the cupboard and added some to the pan.The smell made my stomach growl.“Oh, thank God.”For the first time since arriving at the lake house, I was doing something I actually wanted to do.With no rules, lectures or a brooding old man touring over me and calling me a spoilt brat.Just me, my food, and my phone.I checked Ameera’s messages while

Summer Slut 4

Beck “Wren, it was an accident.” She stood beside the counter, glaring at me like she was trying to decide whether to throw the pot at my head. “I was trying to help you before you fell. I didn’t mean to touch you there, and I’m sorry I startled you.” Her expression softened a little, although she still looked embarrassed. “Whatever. Just don’t do it again.” “I won’t.” “Good.” She turned back to the stove, and I let out a breath I hadn’t realised I was holding. Lord, I’d handled that badly. The girl had already burned her fingers because I’d startled her, and then I’d given her another reason to think I was some kind of pervert. I glanced at her hand. “Let me see your fingers.” “They’re fine.” “Wren, please.” I pleaded, I’m not sure what about that made her shoulders slack. “Fine,” she muttered, holding her hand out. The tips of two fingers were red. Nothing serious, but enough to make me feel like an asshole. “Run them under cool water for a few minutes.” “I know how

Summer Slut 5

BeckI set the glass down and leaned back against the counter, angling my hips away from her before she noticed the problem she’d just caused. The movement did nothing to help. If anything, the friction made things worse. “Keep running that dirty mouth, sweetheart. See where it gets you.” Her grin faltered for half a second. She looked down at her glass, suddenly very interested in the water, and I had to turn back to the stove before I did something stupid, like smile at the fact that my little warning had affected her too. “Do you have to always be bossy?” she asked after a moment. “Only with nosy people.” She frowned, “look, I’m just trying to start up a conversation, I don’t want to lose my mind here.” “Why’s that? I hear there are cool asylum’s around.” She laughed, and the sound followed me around the kitchen. “Nice joke, Daddy.”I couldn’t understand how a person could be so damn irritating and still make me want to hear her talk. By the time I finished cookin

Summer Slut 6

Wren I kissed him like I had been starving for it. Beck’s mouth was warm and firm and shocked for half a second before it opened under mine. His hand stayed on my cheek, thumb still damp from the tear he’d wiped away, and I felt the exact moment his control slipped. A low sound rolled out of his throat. His other hand landed on my waist, heavy, like he didn’t trust himself to hold me properly. I climbed higher into his lap, knees on either side of his hips, the edge of the table digging into the backs of my thighs. The plate of half-eaten food rattled behind us. I didn’t give a flying fuck. “Wren—” he tried against my mouth. I bit his bottom lip, not hard enough to hurt him but enough to shut him up. He made another sound, deeper this time, and his fingers flexed on my waist like he was fighting himself. “You said I wasn’t ridiculous,” I whispered, pulling back just enough to see his face. His eyes were dark, pupils blown, jaw tight. “So don’t start thinking you can go

Summer Slut 7

Wren I pulled off and stood up fast, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. “No, you can’t cum yet.” He blinked at me, dazed and furious and so hard it looked almost painful. I reached past him, grabbed the dish towel still hanging near the sink, and twisted it once in my hands. “Sit properly,” I said. “What?” “Sit up now.” My voice was thick with lust, and hungry. His eyes flickered with shock at how authoritative I’d become. It was evident Beck didn’t get it, or at least he was finally understanding that I needed him just as much. I saw the dominant armor he’d carried for the past three years fall right at my feet and replaced with an equal amount of thirst and need for me. I stepped between his knees again and pushed lightly at his chest. “You spent all day telling me what to do, it’s my turn now.” He adjusted on the chair and I climbed into his lap facing him, knees bracketing his hips, and reached behind his back. The dish towel wasn’t rope, but it was

Summer Slut 8

Wren Beck practically shoved me off him, and I had to grab the edge of the counter to steady myself. “What are you doing?” “Stay here.” He got up, quickly straightening his clothes before reaching for the dish towel. He untied the knot around his wrist, dropped the towel onto the counter and ran a hand through his hair. I watched him with a frown. “Beck, who’s at the door?” He didn’t answer. Instead, he headed towards the hallway, leaving me standing in the kitchen wondering what had suddenly gotten into him. “Seriously?” I called after him. “Just stay there, Wren and get dressed.” I rolled my eyes and adjusted my clothes. Whoever was at the door seemed particularly impatient because another round of knocking followed before Beck finally opened it. “About time,” a woman said. “Sorry, I was upstairs and didn’t hear you knock,” Beck replied sheepishly. This sight seemed incredulous to me. “Yeah, whatever.” I couldn’t see them properly from the kitchen, but I could hear t

Summer Slut 9

Wren I kept my eyes shut and tried to breathe like someone who was actually asleep. The mattress dipped. Beck’s weight settled on the edge of the bed, close enough that the heat of him reached me through the thin sheet. My heart was slamming so hard I was sure he could hear it. His hand hovered above my body, I felt the warmth of his palm an inch above my thigh, then higher, tracing the shape of me without quite touching. When his fingers finally landed, they were careful, almost reverent, sliding from my knee up the outside of my leg. The sheet whispered under his hand. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Wren,” he murmured, voice low and rough like he was talking to himself. I stayed still. Barely breathing. His hand moved higher, cupped the side of my hip, thumb stroking once over the soft curve. Then it drifted inward, brushing the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. I had to lock every muscle to keep from spreading my legs for him. He smelled way hotter than he did in th

Story Twenty-Two: Risk Fuck Diary

I stretch out on my stomach across the bed when the match ends, phone still in my hand, scrolling without reading. Tobi stays on the floor for a while, then climbs up behind me like it is the most natural thing in the world. “Your back is tense,” he says. “Everything is tense. This house is full of people.” His hands settle on my shoulders. Ordinary pressure at first. Slow circles with his thumbs that work the knots I didn’t even know were there. I let my eyes close and tell myself this is nothing. He has done this before when we were studying or when I complained about sitting too long. This is the same. It has to be the same. His palms move lower, following the line of my spine with deliberate care. When they reach the small of my back the heat starts, low and unwanted, spreading through me in a slow wave. I still don’t move. The shorts I threw on after my shower are thin and I never bother with underwear at home. The knowledge sits between us like a third person in the ro

Story Twenty-Three: PUNISH ME, OFFICER 1

INGRID “Are you fucking kidding me?” I looked at the man standing in front of me, then down at the little gold watch sitting comfortably in my palm. Honestly, I didn’t understand why he was making such a fuss. It was a pretty watch, and it had been sitting on that table practically begging to be taken. Besides, I hadn’t even decided whether I wanted to keep it. “Miss, I’m going to need you to hand that over.” I tilted my head. “Hand what over?” His expression changed. “The watch.” I glanced at my palm again, pretending to be surprised. “Oh, this? I thought you were talking about something else.” “Miss!” “There’s no need to shout. I’m standing right here.” The man looked like he was two seconds away from having a stroke. He was probably in his fifties, wearing an expensive suit and an even more expensive expression. I’d seen him earlier, laughing with some equally rich people at the charity event, and now he was looking at me like I’d personally ruined his entire bloodline.

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