บททั้งหมดของ RUINED BY BOTH : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 7

"You are so sexy,” Jason growled against my skin, his voice thick with hunger as he sucked harder on one of my nipples, drawing it deep into the wet heat of his mouth. His teeth scraped lightly, just enough to make me gasp, while his other hand squeezed and kneaded my breast, fingers digging into the soft flesh until it spilled between them. We were locked in the cramped bathroom of my house, I know he is not supposed to be here, we both know . The fluorescent light buzzing overhead, the tile floor cold under my bare feet. The door was locked. The house was quiet. And Jason was completely lost in me. His free hand slid up and closed around my throat, not hard enough to cut off air, just firm enough to remind me who was in control. The pressure made my pulse thud against his palm.At the same time his other hand shoved roughly under my skirt, fingers forcing their way past the soaked crotch of my panties. He found my pussy lips immediately, already slick and swollen, and dragged two

I stood there in the middle of the bathroom, still half-naked, my skirt hiked up around my thighs, feeling the slow aftermath of him leaving my body. Filth. That was the only word that fit.My eyes stayed fixed on him beneath the spray. He stood with his back to me, broad shoulders turned toward the water, completely at ease. Water streamed down the length of his back and disappeared beneath the suds gathering around his waist. He soaped himself with the same casual movements he might have used on any other morning, as though what had just happened between us had been nothing more than a moment of quick release. My fingers tightened around the edge of my skirt. I was still watching him, waiting for him to look at me. To acknowledge the silence stretching between us. To give me some indication that, despite everything, I hadn’t been completely foolish for letting him this close. But he didn’t. He simply tilted his head beneath the shower, letting the water wash over him. And suddenly,

But on second thought, the drink I had just gulped down was hitting me harder than expected. A warm, fuzzy wave washed over me, making my head feel pleasantly light and my limbs a little heavier. Right now, the most pressing matter wasn’t playing relationship referee, it was the sudden, urgent need to pee. I took one last glance down over the terrace railing, steadying myself with both hands as the world below tilted just a fraction. As suspected, Clarissa had already reached the cabana. She was standing there in front of him, her hands gesturing animatedly as they fell into conversation. Heaven knows what she was spilling out to him. With a soft sigh, I turned around and pushed open the sliding glass doors that led from the terrace into the spacious living room area of the mansion. The air was thicker here, filled with a mix of cologne and weed . In one corner, a group of guys had taken over a large sectional sofa, controllers in hand as they battled it out in some intense video ga

“Mallory, Mallory…”Clarissa’s voice echoed somewhere above me, distant and muffled, as though she were calling from the other side of a wall. I groaned, squeezing my eyes shut and turning my face away from the bright light filtering through the windows.“…..Mallory!” she called again, louder this time. “…..Oh, thank God. Girl, get up!…..”Something gripped my arm, and before I could properly react, Clarissa was shaking me like she was trying to bring a dead person back to life.“……Girl, get the hell up! I’ve been looking for you everywhere. You scared the fuck out of me!…” “Jesus, Clarissa!” I mumbled, wincing as she roughly pulled me into a sitting position. “What the hell is wrong with you?”“What’s wrong with me?….” she repeated incredulously. “What’s wrong with you? Do you have any idea how long I’ve been searching for you?”I barely heard the rest of her words. My head felt like someone had spent the entire night hammering nails into my skull. My mouth was dry, my tongue tasted