Make Me C Novels & Stories

I am afraid to drop the blood of my thoughts into them. “Can I speak with you a minute,” Carter says to me under his breath. He says it in the way only a sibling knows. He has a secret and he needs to let me know. I follow him silently to his room and wait patiently as he shuts the door, making sure first that nobody will listen. His paranoia leads him across the room and he pulls the curtains shut and pulls me by my arm onto the wooden floor. My knees hit with a dull thump and begin to throb. I ignore it when I see my brothers eyes. They are filled with fear.

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I took up my zipper and made Anastasia return to work, but there’s a problem: my erection is out, and I can’t let her come in with my cock this hard. The. Bloody. Fuck.

Cade/Candy: Shut up and figure out a grand gesture to fix this shit. Me: okay I drive home and start brainstorming.

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“you arrogant little brat! Why are you like this after everything we’ve done for you?” Done for me? What was this woman talking about? All they’ve done is cause me anything but pain. But I reminded myself that I don't feel pain anymore. That girl is gone. If I kept quiet, her rage would only fester and get louder. So what could I say that wouldn't make things worse? “You made me this way,” I said calmly, the words slipping out with a quiet honesty that felt instantly regrettable. Oops. It came out worse. She raised her hand again.

I was shaking, sobbing, overstimulated and addicted to the filthy pleasure. Just as another orgasm started building dangerously fast, I heard footsteps approaching the door again. “Maya? I forgot to ask-” …..SHIT…..

He asked, “Did it make you horny?” “Yes,” I said, my voice low. “Yes, it made me horny.” Mr. Raphael smiled. “That’s nice, let's move on to the next phase.” He returned to the bed and picked up a rope

Chapter 4. Lucan Cyrus POV. It’s been three days. Three fucking days since I stumbled on this picture on I*, and I haven’t been able to get over the beauty of it. I was strolling past the streets of I*******m with the only intention to check on the progress of our media page. This wasn't something I often do, but I was curious. As curiosity so have it…I happened to stumble across this hot picture of someone I remember too well. How couldn’t I?

I knew that much about her from watching her over the last couple of months. “Archie, why don’t you take me to lunch, baby, and we can talk about what I can do to ease those sore muscles you must have.” Catarina slid her hand up my bicep before she pecked at my nose with a fingertip, her attempt at being seductive. It left me cold.