All Chapters of SWEET SURRENDER: A COLLECTION OF SPICY STORIES: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

SAMANTHA’S POVWe kept staring at ourselves till Riley’s laptop hit the floor.“Oh my..”“Fuck,” she says. “Sam, I am sorry, I didn’t mean to”“You’re sorry?? Bitch your laptop just freaking fell down.” I tried helping out but I couldn’t leave the sheetsHowever, I noticed she wasn’t leaving. She was still standing over there.“Riley.” Her name comes out soft, needy.“I should go,” she whispers. “Don’t.”The word hangs between us. “Sam, you’re upset. I mean you’re hurting. This isn’t..”“I know exactly what this is.” I sit up slowly, letting the sheet fall. “Do you?”Her eyes stare at my body, then back to my face. “I’ve wanted you for four years,” Riley says quietly. “Though not like this… not when you’re broken.”“Then when?” My voice cracks. “When I’m whole? That’s never going to happen, Riley. I’m always going to be broken and going to be scared. Always going to..”She moves across the room, climbs the bed and kisses me.Riley freezes when my lips touch hers. For one hot second, I

SAMANTHA’S POVThe coffee shop is crowded with the usual morning rush. I spot Jack immediately at our corner table, two cups already waiting. He sees me and smiles, it was honestly warm and genuine. I slide into the seat across from him, forcing my lips to smile.“Hey.” His hand reaches across the table to touch mine. “You sounded stressed on the phone. Is everything okay?” He asked with a calm voice so low but deep.I pull my hand back gently, watching his smile falter. “We need to talk.”Jack’s face closes off slightly, but he nods. “Okay. I’m listening.”Where do I even start? With Jake? With Riley? With the stranger who’s been photographing me through my windows?“I can’t do this anymore,” I say quietly. “Us. It’s not fair to you.” My hands were completely tangled among each other in panic and sweat.He leans back in his chair, processing everything. There’s someone else isn’t it?”The honest answer is yes, but how do I even begin to explain that?“It’s complicated.”“That’s not

SAMANTHA’S POV I spend the rest of the day in my apartment with the curtains drawn, checking my phone every five minutes for new messages. Nothing from the stalker. Samefrom Logan. By nightfall, I couldn’t take it anymore. I end up at Mulligan’s, a dive bar in Brooklyn where nobody knows me and the whiskey is cheap. The kind of place where you can disappear into the crowd and pretend your life isn’t falling apart. I’m three drinks in when I feel eyes on me. So I turned and saw a man at the end of the bar is watching me. Late twenties, in expensive suit. Even through the whiskey haze, I still recognized him. It was Logan Stan. He raised his glass slightly. He must have followed me here. I grab my drink and walk straight to him. “Are you following me?” I asked in an aggregated tone. “No.” He takes a slow sip of what looks like expensive scotch. “I was drinking and you just happen to be here.” “Bullshit.” I cursed out loud. His smile is slightly like he was amused about my outb

"Is this how you collect on all your debts, or am I just special?" Liora gasped, her voice a mix of a moan and a challenge.Cassian didn't answer with words. Instead, he drove his cock deep into her pussy with a forceful thrust that knocked the breath right out of her. Liora’s back arched off the silk sheets of his massive penthouse bed, her fingers digging into the expensive fabric. She hated that he was so good at this. She hated even more that her body was betraying her, clamping tight around him with every rhythmic slam.Cassian let out a dark, amused chuckle against her neck. He had her wrists pinned above her head with one hand, his grip firm and unyielding. He was a wall of lean muscle and controlled power, and right now, that power was focused entirely on making her unravel."You're special, Liora," he murmured, his voice a low vibration that sent shivers down her spine. "Most people pay me in cash. You're paying me in screams.""I'm not screaming," she lied, even as he hit he

Liora stood in front of the full-length mirror in the dressing room, the deep emerald gown clinging to her curves like a second skin. The fabric shimmered under the soft lights, its slit climbing high enough to reveal a dangerous flash of thigh with every step. She adjusted the neckline, trying to ignore the heat building in her core.Cassian lounged in a nearby armchair, his storm-gray eyes devouring her reflection. He had chosen the dress himself, and now he watched like a king surveying his latest acquisition. “Turn around,” he ordered, voice low and commanding.She obeyed with a dramatic spin, the gown swirling. “Satisfied, or do you want to stamp your name on my ass too?”He rose slowly, closing the distance until his chest brushed her back. His hands settled on her hips, sliding upward in a possessive trail that left goosebumps. “I’d prefer my marks where only I can see them.” One palm cupped her breast through the silk, thumb circling until her nipple hardened. The other hand