Captive To The Ruthless Heirs のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

Liora's POVClarissa had the door unlocked exactly like she promised, and she was already sitting up in bed when I pushed it open, phone in hand, waiting.“Okay, what happened?" She set the phone down the second she saw my face. "You sounded like you were about to cry on the phone."I didn't answer right away. I crossed the room and sat on the edge of her bed, replaying the crack of Declan's fist against Dean's face, the blood, the way the whole club had gone quiet around us for half a second before the music swallowed it back up.“Declan punched my friend." My voice came out flat, still half in shock. "In the middle of the club. For no reason. Dean wasn't even doing anything. He was just standing next to me."“He did what?" Clarissa sat up straighter. "Why?"“Because he showed up with Jasper and Silas, found me dancing with Dean, and decided that was reason enough." I pressed my palms against my eyes. "I told them I wasn't going anywhere with them. Dean tried to back me up, and Decla

Liora’s POVThe library storeroom felt smaller the second Jasper’s mouth claimed mine.I should have shoved him away. Every rational thought still left in my head screamed at me to do exactly that, to push him back, to demand they let me leave, to remember why I had spent spent last night rearranging my entire life just to avoid them. Instead, my stupid body melted the way it always did the moment any of them got this close. My hands slid up the hard plane of his chest, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as I leaned into the kiss and met him with the same hungry intensity. His tongue slipped past my lips, stroking against mine in slow, deliberate strokes, and I sucked it deeper into my mouth. The low, rough groan that rumbled out of him vibrated straight through my chest and down between my legs.A second body pressed against my back before I could even catch my breath. The thick, hard length of him dug into the small of my spine, unmistakable even through the layers o

DeclanI kicked her thighs wider and dropped between them on the dusty floor. Her cunt was a mess. Open, shiny, still leaking Silas’s come. The sight of it made my cock throb so hard it hurt. I dragged the head through the slick mess, coating myself, then pushed forward and sank into her in one long stroke.Jesus Christ.Her pussy clamped around me like it had been made for this. Hot. Slick. Tight enough that my vision blurred for a second. I had to lock my jaw just to keep from coming on the first thrust. She felt unreal. Soft walls gripping every inch, fluttering around me as she tried to adjust to the sudden stretch. I bottomed out and stayed there, buried to the hilt, just feeling her pulse around my cock.Her broken cry cut through the air. Tears welled in her eyes and spilled down her temples into her hair. For half a second I almost pulled back. Almost. Then her cunt squeezed me again, greedy and perfect, and every thought of stopping burned away. I lost control completely.

Liora’s POVI made it back to Clarissa’s lodge without anyone looking too closely.The bus ride had been the worst part. I had pressed myself against the side window, bag clutched tight to my chest, and kept my head down the entire way. My dress was still wrinkled and stained under Declan’s blazer. Every time the bus hit a bump I felt the dull, swollen ache between my legs and the sticky reminder of everything that had happened in that storeroom. I kept my thighs pressed together and prayed no one would notice the way I shifted in my seat.By the time I unlocked Clarissa’s door and slipped inside, my hands were shaking. The apartment was quiet. She was still at campus. I dropped my bag by the couch, shrugged off the blazer, and went straight to the bathroom.The mirror above the sink showed me exactly how bad I looked. Dust clung to the side of my neck and the tops of my shoulders. My lips were swollen and red. My hair was a mess. And lower, under the ruined dress, I could still f

Liora's POVThe gym still smelled like rubber mats and chalk dust from the last group's tumbling drills when Coach Reyes called us into formation, clipboard tucked under one arm, already scanning the squad like she expected trouble before it even started. She called the full stunt sequence twice before anyone actually moved, and both times I ended up standing alone at the top of the formation, arms raised, waiting on a base that refused to lift.I remembered what happened a few weeks ago, when Katrina and her little gang dropped me during practice.Part of me was almost grateful they were refusing to throw me this time. At least I wouldn’t have to worry about them deliberately letting me fall and making sure I got hurt.Hurdle practice, cheerleading, the games. They were my entire life, and somehow, these mean girls had managed to put themselves right in the middle of everything I loved.But I wasn’t the girl I used to be. Gone were the days when I would have walked away just to avoid