روايات وقصص ضمن A Week To Be Wicked

Let them talk, laugh and let them wonder how long I’ll last through this week. I already know how it ends. It ends with her in my bed, her scent on my skin, and her name branded into every part of me. One week. I’ll wait a lifetime if I have to. The music shifts, pulsing louder through the floor until it feels like a second heartbeat in my chest. Someone cranks the volume even higher and the bass thunders through the walls, rattling glasses on the bar and making the air buzz with reckless energy. That’s when it starts. One of the women climbs onto the counter, laughing, yanking her top off to a roar of approval. Another follows, dancing like she owns the room, and soon a third is unzipping h

she said in a soft whisper. I straightened in my seat, resting my elbows on the counter. “You said last night you were bored and wanted to spice things up," I paused and she nodded, waiting for me to continue, "so how about we turn this weekend into a little game—Naughtiest Wins. Jace mouth-fucked you," Jace almost choked on his coffee, "and Liam grinded me," Liam flashed me a knowing smile, "so how about we up the chart and see who does the naughtiest thing before the week ends. The loser gets to pay for our next trip." Jace glanced between Mila and me, his brows pulling together. “You’re kidding... right?"

He was talking about us being in a relationship. Wicked, the biggest man whore in the Black Aces was talking like he wanted to be in a relationship with me. **** We had nasty shower sex the next morning. Or at least I assumed it was nasty. It sure was a workout. If Wicked hadn’t kept his hands firmly on me I was pretty sure I would have fallen and cracked my head open. But he didn’t let go. And I didn’t fall. What I did have were several mind-numbing orgasms. And I wanted more of them. I always had been a bit greedy. Being with Wicked was bringing that side out in me.

“Jesus Christ, I believe that within a month of becoming your wife, I may consider the unfortunate decision to step out in front of a freight truck and end my life.” “A month is all I’m going to need to make you fall helplessly in love with me, Ele Drakos. You are going to become so obsessed with me that you will end up craving me like an addict seeking their next fix.” Wicked mutters, brushing the pad of his thumb across Eles' cheekbone as he stares at her like he is seeing her for the very first time. After Wickeds’ declaration, Aces’ gaze collides with mine like two magnets connecting, and my brows shoot up. What Wicked has just said to Ele, Ace said something similar to me last night and

Her lips are slightly parted, lashes dark against her cheeks, and something in my chest aches at the sight. One week. One damn week. I repeat it like a prayer, trying to make myself believe it. But I know better. This woman is going to fucking ruin me.

“We’ve been engaged so long. I kind of got used to life like this.” “You’re already mine. Everything else is just for the pack.” “You’re right.” “How about in a week’s time?” Maverick suggested. “Whoa? That soon?” “You said it yourself, we’ve been engaged for a long time. I want to see you in that gorgeous white gown. I’ll be the envy of everyone. I’m banking on it.” Heat rushed to my cheeks. “A week sounds perfect.” A fat grin spread on his face. “I can’t wait.”

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Once she gets things wrapped around her fingers, she would get her revenge, they are all the same, no changes. They are all just whores who are only good for warming the bed, whores who needed to be taught lessons.

“Saturday? That’s… perfect. One more day of him tomorrow, then I can just… drown the memory in tequila and loud music. I need it. I deserve it.” Lila grinned. “Exactly. Tomorrow, survive his ego, and then—bam! Saturday, we paint the town. You, me, glitter, heels, and enough cocktails to erase the week.” I laughed, a sound more like a bark of frustration turned release. I could already feel the anticipation of escape, the thrill of rebellion bubbling beneath the surface. “Fine,” I said, stretching and letting myself sink into the pillows. “One more day of Professor Arrogant, and then… Saturday, we go all out. Music, drinks, bodycon. Forget every ounce of him and his smug little warnings.”

“You… you mean…” She placed a finger gently on his lips, silencing him. “I accept your confession, Marcus. I accept that you want to fuck me. And as the teacher I am… I’m not going to pretend I don’t want it too. Not here, not now, not with the door unlocked and school still open. But soon. Very soon.” Her hand trailed lightly down his chest, stopping just above his belt. “Go home this weekend. Think about it. Think about exactly how you want to fuck your beautiful young teacher. Because when we find the right moment… I’m going to let you do it.”