Collected Fictions Novels & Stories

My dress was shoved up around my waist, my panties were gone, his hand covered my mouth so I wouldn’t make noise while his other hand pinned my wrists above my head as he moved slow and dirty, dragging almost all the way out then pushing back in until my eyes watered. “Quiet,” he whispered against my ear, “Sophie is right down the hall.” I should have pushed him off, I should have left, instead I spread my legs wider and let him ruin me. That was how it started. Three weeks ago. ………. I came in late after a party that night, my head fuzzy from too much alcohol. The key was under the frog by the side door, like always, and all I wanted was the couch and a glass of water. Mr. Cole stood in the

Forever. End of book 36

Said he'd stolen it weeks ago from one of Vincent's men. Inside was rows of storage units. Hundreds of them. Nevan led us to 247. The lock was electronic. Anna had a device that could crack it. Took her thirty seconds. The unit opened. Inside were filing cabinets. Boxes. Computers. Everything Vincent had collected over twenty years. "Start grabbing." Nathan pulled out the first box. "We have maybe ten minutes before someone notices." We worked fast. Filled bags with documents. Hard drives. USB drives. Anything that looked important.

My mind raced to dirty places—them touching me together, commanding me. Bedtime came. "Night," they said, hugs again. Sarah's longer, her body molding to mine. Mark's quick but strong, his cologne musky. In my room, I stripped to panties, sliding under covers. My body buzzed. I thought of Mark's tattoos, Sarah's curves. My hand slipped down, fingers circling my clit slow. Wet already. I imagined Mark pinning me, his pierced cock—wait, did he have one? Fantasy ran wild. Sarah watching, touching herself. "Good girl," Mark growled in my head. "Take it for your fosters."

Or so we thought. “Nat, I’d never go to a place like Coverts without you. Is that even safe?” “Baby, there is security everywhere, you know that. Besides, you can meet someone and not have to worry about them disclosing to the world who you are. NDAs and all of that. Very discreet.” I was becoming increasingly frustrated. “Nathan, you’re asking me to break my vows. I just... I can’t.” “I want you to go. And come back and tell me all about it. Don’t leave out any detail.”

Her father replied: -Yes, yes, I think it is time for me to take a little rest from her. So without realizing it, Karina and her sisters started looking for an apartment to move out of their house and yes, in Colonia Roma they found an apartment and it was perfect for them, with three bedrooms and very spacious compared to where they lived, so the three of them are very pleased. This new adventure in their lives was very very nice, after buying the furniture Karina asked for a loan to buy everything, so the apartment was decorated with something from all of them, it was very, very cozy. After this Karina told her dad.

He'd been wrong. ~Three Months Earlier~ The coffee in Marcus Chen's office had gone cold an hour ago, a ring of beige residue coating the inside of the mug. He hadn't noticed. His attention was fixed on the research proposal spread across his desk—the one that had kept him awake until 3 AM for the past week—and the one that was about to be picked apart by the woman sitting across from him.

“Obsessed with the aesthetics of surrender. You collect it. You consume it. But you never ask yourselves what it would cost to live it.” He stepped closer. Close enough that I could smell his cologne—something sharp, cedar and smoke. “What’s your sickest fantasy?” he asked me. “Not the polished p**n version. The real one. The one that makes you wet just thinking about it.” My heart hammered against my ribs. I glanced at Philip. He nodded—tiny, almost imperceptible.

I stared in awe as it seemed to grow in size and when it began to tent his trousers outward I looked up to see her quickly shoot a questioning glance at me. I knew by the look in her eyes that she was remembering our discussions about men, and our curiosity of the knowledge that we had gained only from books that we had found hidden on the top back shelf of our father’s library. We had found them quite accidentally when we were searching for a remedy for poison ivy. Shocked by what we had stumbled upon we ran to our bedroom to study the books in secret. Page by page we perused the information there and some of it was quite graphic in nature. Astounded by the illustrations that were contained

“You offer curiosity instead of fear. That is a rare currency here. I am a collector of such rarities.” He stopped before her, so close she could feel the cool energy radiating from his skin. He did not touch her, but his presence was a physical weight. “I think I shall educate you, little scholar. The books in your world are lies, written by those who have never truly felt. I will teach you the old ways, the true texts are written on the flesh, in the languages of pleasure and pain. They are, I assure you, merely different dialects of the same devotion.”