All Chapters of Clit-ical Pleasures (Bad Girls Chronicles): Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Kylie's POV My fingers flew across the screen before I could stop them.Me: Are you crazy? Your dad’s probably still home. I’m not walking back into that house to have anything with you. Not when your dad’s still home. Common.The reply was almost instant.Carson: Remember, it’s only your naughty dirty clip in the video. Dad’s not in the frame. LOL.Carson: Trust me, the clip would excite the cunt-hungry dudes in our group chat.My stomach dropped so hard I thought I might be sick. I stared at the words until they blurred.Carson was crazy. I couldn’t underestimate him. He could send it to anyone—campus group chats, the admin office, my professors. One click, and everything I’d just done for myself and Mom could turn into public humiliation.I shoved the phone into my bag like it burned, then forced my legs to carry me upstairs and into our quiet apartment. I cracked Mom’s door open just enough to see her sleeping. Ever since her last medications ran out, she hadn’t been taking them

Lila's POVI’d practiced the ‘virgin’ act for so long that the word still came easily, even as my cunt clenched at the thought of the clamp and the needle about to pierce my swollen clit, all while desiring Rafe Kane, the popular piercing artist who looked like a man made of sinful flesh, so incredibly sexy.Cheery, my best friend, had told me about her experience at his piercing studio, with a happy ending that left her sweetly sore, and I honestly couldn’t wait to see and feel it for myself.I sincerely should’ve felt pity for my dear, sweet lover boy.Instead, “I’m saving myself for the right moment,” I’d told Alex again that afternoon when he tried to suck my nipples, promising me it wouldn’t go any farther than that.At the piercing studio, Rafe Kane stood at the sink, washing his hands with slow, deliberate movements the moment I pushed through the unmarked side door and let it shut behind me. Dragon tattoos ran down his both arms in dark, intricate bands. When he turned, his ga

Lila’s POV His eyes fixed on mine as he thrust in and out of me with deep, quick strokes while his hand stayed locked around my throat. My vision blurred, mouth open wide. I clenched around him in helpless pulses. “Cum again, Slut!” He snarled, fastening his strokes. The pressure on my neck tightened just enough to make every breath a fight. “We’re not finished until I say we’re.” I tried to answer and only managed a choked sound. He pulled out suddenly. The emptiness made me whimper. Then he hauled me off the couch by my hair. My knees hit the carpet hard. Before I could catch myself he was already dragging me toward the wide marble desk that faced the windows. Papers scattered. A glass tipped and rolled. He bent me over the cold surface, chest flat, cheek pressed to the polished stone, and kicked my legs wider. The first thrust drove the air from my lungs as this angle made the jewelry catch even more viciously. “Al—lex!” “My name! Damned name!" He set a perfect

Elena's POV Marcus's fingers traced the curve of my waist, then higher, brushing the underside of my breast. My nipple tightened instantly. I'm sure he felt it. His low growl vibrated against my lips. “Christ, Elena.” He pushed me back against the cushions, making my robe fall open completely. Cold air cascaded my skin for half a second before his body covered mine. One strong thigh forced my legs apart and I bit my inner cheeks hard. I felt his hardness against my hip—thick, very big. “We can’t,” I gasped when his mouth left mine to drag down my throat. “I’m your—” “Stepmother huh?. I know.” His teeth scraped the sensitive skin above my collarbone. “Doesn’t stop me from wanting to fuck you senseless.” He shoved my silk nightgown up to my waist. My eyes fluttered shamelessly as his fingers found the edge of my panties, then slipped underneath. I was already wet. Shamefully, ridiculously wet. He groaned when he felt it. “Damn, you're soaked.” I'm unable to speak.Two finge

Elena's POV “Mrs. Rylie! Are you in there?!" “Fuck… why now?” Marcus cursed through clenched teeth and pulled out with a wet schlik that made my cheeks burn, and we scrambled in frantic silence. I yanked my leggings back up, smoothed my sweater, and dabbed a hand over my face. Marcus shoved himself back into his sweatpants, his eyes still dark with unfinished hunger.“Bathroom,” he mouthed, nodding toward the powder room off the hall. “Fix your hair.”I did. When I emerged, the flush on my cheeks could almost pass for the cold. Marcus had already opened the door. Reginald Harlan stood on the threshold in a heavy wool coat, snow melting on his silver hair, briefcase in hand. His sharp gaze swept over both of us.“Morning, Mrs. Rylie. Marcus. The roads are treacherous, but I felt it necessary to confirm compliance in person.”“Of course,” I said, voice steadier than I trusted it'd be. “Please, come in. We were just about to have breakfast.”“Sure.” Reginald smiled as he stepped insid