All Chapters of Core of Shadow : 60 Shades Of Pure Evil: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

ELENAEvery time Ryan touched me or even looked at me, I got irritated. His little attempts at affection just reminded me how empty I felt. Dr. Jax had ruined me with that one deep fuck and those mind-blowing orgasms.I tried to fight it. I really did. I told myself I was a married woman and this had gone too far. But my panties stayed soaked all the time and my dreams were full of his thick cock stretching me open. I called the office pretending it was an emergency follow-up. The nurse sounded a bit suspicious but booked me anyway. I lied to Ryan again, saying it was just some routine blood work. I walked into the exam room already trembling with need. Dr. Jax came in fast, locked the door, and gave me a look that made my knees weak. But this time he did not push me against the wall or rip my clothes off. He just smiled that dangerous smile and told me to sit on the exam table."Elena, we need to talk," he said calmly, pulling out his phone.My heart started racing for a different

Maria My phone lit up with a text message and my heart shattered all over again. "It's not working anymore, Maria. We both know it. Don't make this harder." Three fucking years with my boyfriend and he dumped me like I was nothing. I stared at the screen until my eyes burned. Then I did the only thing that made sense. I grabbed my keys, drove to the nearest bar, and started drinking like the world was ending. The whiskey burned going down but it felt good. I ordered shot after shot until the pain turned fuzzy. The bar was loud and crowded. I did not care. I just wanted to forget his face and the way he made me feel worthless. "Hey, you look like you need another one." A deep voice cut through the noise. I turned and saw him. Tall guy, broad shoulders, dark hair, and eyes that locked on mine like he already owned me. He smelled like clean soap and something darker. "Whatever," I slurred and pushed my empty glass toward him. He bought me a drink and we talked. Or at least h

Maria I could not stop thinking about him. Two days after he left me on my knees dripping and desperate I tried everything to forget. I went for a run. I cleaned my apartment until my hands hurt. I even tried calling a friend but hung up before she answered. Nothing worked. Every time I closed my eyes I saw his thick cock sliding between my lips. I felt his tongue on my clit and heard his voice calling me his perfect breeding hole. That night I gave up fighting it. I lay on my bed naked and spread my legs wide. My fingers found my pussy already wet. I rubbed my clit in slow circles and moaned softly. "Fuck." The memory of him licking me made me push two fingers inside. It was not enough. I added a third and fucked myself harder imagining it was him. My hips bucked off the bed. I pinched my nipple with my free hand and whispered his name even though I hated myself for it. The orgasm built fast but right before I came I stopped. I pulled my fingers out and cried in frustration.

-KI lay on my bed with my legs spread wide, fingers still slippery between my thighs. My heart would not slow down. Even after coming twice, I kept thinking about him. My stepbrother. The one who took my virginity on my twentieth birthday like it was nothing. He pushed inside me so fast, grunting like some animal, and finished in under two minutes. No kisses, no touching, no care. When he rolled off me he laughed and said, "That was okay, right? Not every girl makes a big deal out of her first time." I hated how wet that memory still made me. I should have felt angry, used, worthless. Instead my pussy kept throbbing, begging for something more. Something real. Something that would break me and put me back together.That was why I started searching online late at night. BDSM. Domination. Submission. The words alone made my nipples hard. I read stories about girls who got tied up, spanked until they cried, then fucked so deep they screamed. Men who knew how to take control. Men who

-KI could not stop thinking about his fingers inside me. All week I walked around campus wet and distracted. Every time the wind blew or I sat down in class, I felt exposed. After the last lecture on Friday, he sent me a short text. "My place. Nine tonight. Do not make me wait." The address came right after. My hands shook as I got ready. I wore a short dress with nothing underneath, just like he wanted. My nipples were already hard against the thin fabric.I stood at his door at exactly nine. He opened it wearing a black shirt unbuttoned at the top. His eyes ran over my body like he owned it already."Inside," he said.The moment the door closed he pushed me against the wall and kissed me hard. His tongue took control, claiming my mouth while his hand slid under my dress and cupped my bare pussy."Already dripping for me," he growled against my lips. "Such a good little slut."He led me to his bedroom. It was simple and dark. He tied my wrists together with soft black rope and hook