Todos los capítulos de DOOM AT THEIR DOORS: TALES OF ILLICIT LONGINGS : Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

My cheeks were burning so hard I felt like a human tomato. I felt hot all over, a rush of embarrassment flooding my veins. But the absolute worst part? The most messed-up, humiliating truth of it all?My traitorous pussy was once again screaming in my panties.Just from one stupid smack. I hated myself. I hated him. What could possibly be more embarrassing than this absolute bullshit? Aaron should just hold a knife to my neck instead, it would be a much faster death than this public humiliation."Behave, Conway," I heard him groan, his voice low and vibrating right against my stomach."How on earth am I supposed to behave, you uncultured bastard?!" I hissed back, slapping his back as hard as I could. "Put me down before I bite a chunk out of your shoulder!"Aaron just let out a dark, wicked chuckle that sent a shiver straight down my spine. He started walking again, carrying me to the exact center of the court."I know, right?" Aaron said smoothly, his voice dropping into that dangero

The glass doors of the stadium finally slammed shut behind us, cutting off the deafening roar of the crowd, the flashing lights, and the absolute humiliation of the basketball court.I didn't say a single word as I stumbled toward the parking lot. My feet felt like they were filled with lead. Every step felt heavy, like I was dragging the weight of the whole school behind me.Isabella didn't ask questions. She didn't scream or curse at the air. She just stayed right beside me, her steps matching mine, acting like a human shield against the few lingering students walking toward their cars.When we reached her sleek white sedan parked in the student lot, Isabella hit the unlock button. The lights blinked twice."Get in the passenger seat, Jess," Isabella said softly, her voice missing its usual fiery edge. She looked at me, taking in my pale face and the way my hands were shaking. "You are way too out of it to call your driver. I'm driving you home."I didn't argue. I just opened the do

"Jessica Conway!" “Stop right there!”The voice rang out from the shadows behind me like a gunshot.I froze instantly. My heart slammed hard against my ribs, nearly leaping out of my chest. It was a male voice, sharp and commanding. Panic flooded my veins. How on earth did anyone recognize me in this baggy hoodie and face mask?Who was it? And what did they want with me?My first instinct was to run. I was only a few yards away from the heavy security gates of my estate. If I just sprinted, I could make it inside before whoever was behind me could catch up.But then the voice called out again, cutting off my escape."Aaron Adams said to give you this!"The name hit me like a physical blow. I stopped dead in my tracks, my sneakers glued to the pavement. Slowly, reluctantly, I turned around to face the darkness.Emerging from beneath the low-hanging branches of a massive oak tree was a tall guy with slicked-back blonde hair and a cocky, knowing grin. As he stepped closer into the dim a

Disgust rose hot and fast in the back of my throat. The table erupted into howling laughter, catcalls, and wolf whistles.I didn't even blink. I stood up from my chair so fast it scraped loudly against the marble floor."I'd rather commit suicide than put my mouth anywhere near him," I snapped coldly.Without waiting for anyone to speak, I reached across the table, grabbed a full glass of clear, high-percentage vodka, lifted it to my lips, and slammed the entire thing down my throat in one long, burning gulp.The alcohol hit my stomach like a ball of fire, making my eyes water, but I slammed the glass back down on the wood with a sharp clack.The table went wild, cheering and clapping at my bold move.But the shot seemed to trigger something in Aaron. He suddenly stood up, his dark eyes flashing with a reckless, dangerous energy. Without saying a word, Aaron started grabbing shot glasses, slamming them back-to-back, drinking faster and harder than anyone else in the room.Within twent

Slowly, I turned around, squinting through the dim parking lot lights. Standing near a parked black SUV was a guy with sharp, quiet features and messy dark hair. Nate Davidson. One of Aaron’s inner-circle gang. But unlike Reed or the other loud jocks, Nate always seemed different. He was the quietest of the five guys,Aaron, Reed, Hayes, and himself. He rarely spoke up in class, kept to himself mostly, and wasn't nearly as loud or obnoxious as the others. Wait. Was Nate just now arriving at the party when it was already completely over? Or had he been hiding out upstairs the whole time? I sized him up quickly, pulling the oversized jacket tighter around my shoulders. "Uhh... well..." I stammered, trying to find my voice. "Yeah, they... they surely are his." Nate raised an eyebrow, stepping closer under the amber glow of the parking lot light. He didn't look drunk at all. In fact, his eyes were sharp, calm, and entirely sober. "Care to explain why you're walking out of Aaron's pen