All Chapters of His V*rgin Stripper : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

For several seconds, I stood frozen beneath the shower.Maybe I imagined it.That had to be it.I knew I'd heard something. I was almost certain I'd heard something. But there was no way somebody had opened my bedroom door.I'd locked it.I remembered locking it. I remembered checking the lock. Twice.The water streamed down my shoulders as I stared at the tiled wall. Maybe the sound had come from somewhere else. Maybe it had come from the hallway. Maybe my brain was finally collapsing under the combined weight of heartbreak, humiliation, and sleep deprivation.Honestly, that felt possible. That felt very possible.Still...The sound had been so clear. A soft click. A door opening. I had heard footsteps.I frowned."Roxy?"My voice echoed lightly through the bathroom. Nothing. No answer.I waited.Still nothing.My frown deepened. That was unusual. Roxy always answered. Even when nobody asked her to. Especially when nobody asked her to. The woman had never voluntarily kept quiet a da

Marcello She saw me in approximately three seconds.Her eyes found mine and everything she had been about to say evaporated completely. The color drained from her face fast. Her eyes went wide and her lips parted.For a moment, she just stood there, dripping onto the floor, staring at me like I was something she had conjured from a fever dream. Like she was hoping that if she blinked hard enough I would disappear and she could go back to pretending the last two nights had never happened at all.I didn't move.I didn't need to.She found her voice before I expected her to. I'll give her that."What are you doing in my room?"It came out smaller than she wanted it to. I could see the frustration flash across her face the moment it left her mouth. Like she had reached for something sharp and pulled out something soft instead. She had spent the last two days falling apart behind closed doors and now here she was, standing in front of me in a towel that barely qualified as fabric, trying

SiennaMy back pressed hard against the bedroom wall, trapped completely beneath his massive frame as his hands locked me into place. There was no room to move, no space to slip away from the intense, suffocating heat coming off his skin. The cold laminate flooring beneath my bare feet felt miles away compared to the sudden, chaotic rush of blood roaring in my ears.I felt tiny against him, completely swallowed up by his shadow and the physical reality of his presence in my room.Every boundary I had spent the last three years establishing seemed to blur under the raw force of his touch. My relationship with Dave had been quiet, predictable, and careful. We had a routine built on safety, where every movement was familiar and gentle. Dave had never held me with this kind of unyielding, dominant force. He had never taken my breath as if it belonged to him, or made me feel like I was about to dissolve into nothing. Marcello wasn't waiting for permission; he was taking what he wanted,

Sienna The bedroom was dead quiet after the door closed, leaving the air heavy, still, and suffocating.I sat cross-legged on the edge of the mattress, already dressed in a pair of faded sweatpants and an oversized hoodie that felt too large for my frame. In my right hand, I held up a small plastic compact mirror, forcing myself to look directly at my reflection. The light cutting through the cheap blinds was unforgiving. It highlighted the raw, swollen puffiness around my eyelids, the dull emptiness in my stare, and the heavy, dark shadows bruising the pale skin beneath my eyes. I looked completely drained, like a ghost inhabiting a body that didn't belong to me anymore.I opened my concealer, dabbing the thick cream under my eyes in a mechanical, repetitive motion to try and hide how exhausted I was. But as I stared at my face, my hand froze. My mind drifted right back to the dark corner of the room. Back to the kiss.My heart gave a sudden, violent stutter against my ribs, the r

MarcelloMy eyes locked onto the perimeter the second the SUV pulled out of the gravel driveway, the heavy, reinforced tires kicking up a spray of dirt as it accelerated into the fading, late afternoon light. I didn't look directly at Sienna through the heavily tinted, armored glass, but my chest tightened with a rare, unwanted spike of raw adrenaline until the tail lights cleared the main iron gate. She was out of the immediate line of fire, moving toward safety, or at least the closest thing to a sanctuary that existed within the borders of my world.A sudden flicker of movement caught my attention, breaking my focus.Through a narrow, jagged gap in the crumbling concrete wall bordering the eastern edge of the property, I caught a bastard crouching near the edge of the alleyway. His frame was tense and rigid as he raised a high-caliber rifle, tracking the path of the vehicle. Before my hand could even clear my holster, the bastard pulled his trigger.Thud.His suppressed weapon c