Darren Criss Novels & Stories

The food had already spoiled and wasn't safe to eat, but they didn't know that. The evening news wouldn't report the contaminated food supply until after the rioters finished eating. Right now, Amber looked like a saint in everyone's eyes. Everyone else wore ragged, tattered clothes. Only she stood there in a pure white sundress, her skin flawless. Through the screen, I could already see greedy eyes lingering on her. But she seemed to enjoy the attention. Watching the disaster victims sit peacefully under the canopy, eating their stew, Amber twisted the prayer beads in her hands, looking compassionate and merciful. Dad wanted to stop them, but seeing his wife and daughter so happy, he let it

My clit was throbbing against Dominic’s pelvis every time I rocked forward, oversensitive and swollen from how many times they’d already made me explode. But the next one hit like a freight train. No warning, just a sudden, white-hot wave that crashed over me so hard my elbows buckled. I cried out, my walls clamping down so violently around both of them. “This is eight, baby" Damian rasped, his fingers digging bruises into my hips as he kept pounding. "Fuck, our perfect little slut fuck can’t even count straight.” Dominic’s hands slid up my sides, cupping my swaying tits and pinching my nipples hard enough to make me jolt. “Good. Let her lose it. We’re just getting started, baby. Jarrett’s g