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His fingers found her underwear and he pressed a thumb on her clit through her underwear making her breath hitch. "Soaking wet already. Do you know what you smell like, Miracle?" The girl shook her head as she sucked on her lower lip. "Creamy cookies," the two males said together. "Do you know how to suck cock, love?" Dre asked again and she shook her head again. Dior laughed and Dre left the middle of her legs. Dior then carried her and placed her on the stool he was formerly sitting on before pushing Dre against the island and getting on his knees. "Watch," Dior winked at her before he pulled down Dre's sweats and boxers.

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I blurted after a few more minutes of silence and Dorian's lips only quirked in response. frustration brimmed under my skin but all that evaporated when Dorian finally stopped in the parking lot of a movie theatre, its marquee glowing in the evening light. i squinted at the board in front displaying the play. The Boys In the Band. my eyes widened in shock because...that was my fucking favorite book! it had gone missing on my bookshelf a few weeks ago and I couldn't ask anyone in the frat house about it because well, it was a gay movie and I could as well scream my sexuality from a rooftop instead of asking them.

He is cold, arrogant, and impossible to read. She paused, her mind drifting to the memory of "D." She traced the letters on the page. In her mind, the "Chairman" and her "D" were two different people. "D" was a hero, a boy who had stood in the dark with her. Damien Black was a cold, powerful man who lived in a skyscraper. To her, they were opposites. She flipped back to the very first pages of the diary. She touched the shaky handwriting of her ten-year-old self. She read about the red heels, the spider, and the boy who gave her the candy.

she whispered, shoulders hunching up around her ears. Julius was rambling about something, but I wasn’t hearing him anymore. I was too focused on the bright pink blush spreading across Allie’s cheeks as she stared at whatever book had caused her reaction. She slowly turned it around so I could see the cover. Ah. Fuck. Milkmaid Diaries: A Dutch Pornstar’s Autobiography. The cover featured exactly what you’d expect from that title – graphic close-ups that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. Nothing like accidentally discovering a chronicle of explicit selfies to drive home the point that this was definitely not the cozy library experience she’d been hoping for.

|•| DESIRÉE DOYLE |•| I flipped onto the next page of the book in my hands, curling into a ball underneath the covers, shoving Doritos aggressively into my mouth while I thinned out the rest of the world, completely immersed in the book. It was funny how I had read two books today and was on my third.

Alex said in awe. “Beautiful lady, can I ask you something?” Alex couldn’t resist asking Dory. “What do I get out of it?” Dory asked. “You can have the pills from earlier,” Alex said. Dory was so happy that she jumped up and down. “A man can’t go back on his words. Ask away. I won’t hold anything back as long as I know the answer. Even if you ask me about the color of Ms. Khloe’s underwear today, I can tell you.”

I wave him goodbye, he checks his noodle hair in the mirror and leaves. There is not much work. There is never much work. I sit in front of the laptop and check my F******k account. F******k is boring when you’re dating the prettiest girl there will ever be. I don’t want to, but I still end up doing what I’ve been avoiding since morning. I fetch the diary from my drawer and open it. RD.

◆◆◆ Chapter 2 ◆◆◆ I spent the entire weekend hiding in my apartment, ignoring texts from classmates who suddenly found me fascinating for all the wrong reasons. The humiliation replayed on loop as my own words, my deepest, most depraved fantasies, were read aloud in front of everyone while Darian Rho watched with those unreadable dark eyes that seemed to strip me bare without ever touching me. Monday morning, I discovered my diary was missing. Tuesday afternoon, the first text arrived from an unknown number: “Page 23. The elevator fantasy. Creative use of the emergency stop button.”

Plug still buzzes low. I reach back, turn it off. Asshole relaxes around it. Clit pulses, red from pinches. I pull off the dildo slow, juices stringing. 'Fucked good.' Ankles still cuffed, I lie there, body trembling. Bed soaked under me, thighs slick. 'Needed that,' I whisper. Midnight shadows hide my mess, but I feel it all.