Novel & Cerita Riley Inside

“Unlock that door right now and get out. This is the last warning you get. I am not interested in whatever game you’re playing. Find someone else to harass.” Riley doesn’t unlock the door. Instead, she walks around my desk, crowding me against it. Her hand slides boldly up my thigh, under my skirt, fingers brushing against the front of my damp panties. My breath catches. “You keep saying you’re not interested,” she whispers, rubbing slow circles over my clit through the fabric. “But your pussy is soaked for me, Doctor. How long has it been since someone properly took care of you?” I grab her wrist, intending to shove her away.

Instead my throat closes completely and I sit there on my narrow bed and do not move. Riley appears in the doorway. She has a composition notebook tucked under one arm, pages covered in neat handwriting, and the look of someone who actually completed her assigned reading this morning. She takes one step into the room and stops. Her eyes move from Americus to the medal to the open box on the rug to me. "Wait." Her voice is careful. "What is that?" Americus does not miss a beat.

Chloe squared her shoulders, a protective fire lighting in her eyes. “Trust me, no one’s getting past me.” As I stepped inside, the familiar coolness of the restroom tiles greeted me. The space was silent except for the faint sound of breathing coming from the last stall. I approached cautiously, not wanting to startle him. “Riley,” I said softly, crouching slightly to look beneath the stall door. He was sitting on the floor, his knees pulled tightly to his chest and his head buried in his arms. His entire posture screamed defeat, and it sent a sharp pain through my chest to see him like this.

Dubcon | Ownership | Kitchen Scene | Rough Play | Explicit The car ride was silent. The kind of silence that buzzed in her ears. Lila sat in the back seat, bare under Rowan Black’s jacket. Her thighs were still sticky with him, and her heart hadn’t settled since he’d dragged that last orgasm out of her. She stared out the tinted window, trying to make sense of her body, why it kept wanting him, even after everything. Rowan didn’t speak, but his hand stayed wrapped around hers. Firm. Commanding. Like he wasn’t done with her. Like he never would be.

he tilted his head, mimicking her, "means." "Oh my God." She turned away from him. "Can we go inside, please?" Riley took a step toward her. Whatever she was upset about, they could have it out inside and out of view from the general public. And his team. Erin had one hand over her mouth, eyes wide. Shit. This was why he didn't get involved with assets. Riley led Erin into the house through a glass sliding door. The interior was cool, the furniture more modern and familiar than their accommodations the night before. Melody stood in the kitchen, glasses of water with slices of fruit waiting on the bar along with some finger foods.

she whispered to herself, anxiety and anticipation mixing in her chest. She stepped outside into the backyard. The night air was cool against her heated skin. Her eyes scanned the property until she noticed a smaller building at the far end — a sturdy training room or storage house, separate from the main mansion. Light glowed from inside. Riley walked toward it, her pulse quickening with every step. When she reached the door, she hesitated for only a second before pushing it open. Carl was inside. He was shirtless again, punching a heavy bag with powerful, controlled strikes. Sweat glistened on his muscular back and shoulders, making the tattoos on his skin stand out even more. The sight ma

Chapter 26 Charlie The gym was quiet, the faint hum of fluorescent lights echoing against the walls. I stepped inside, the scent of rubber mats and sweat faint but familiar. Riley sat in the far corner, her knees tucked to her chest, arms wrapped tightly around them. She stared straight ahead, her expression distant, her usual spark nowhere to be found. “Riley?” I called softly, approaching her cautiously. She didn’t look at me, but her shoulders tensed slightly like she was bracing for something.

The heat in the room felt like it was pressing down on me. Then I heard a sharp gasp—not from the screen. Riley. I risked another peek. She was sitting upright now, one hand under her nightshirt, the other working her soaked center like she was chasing heaven. Her thighs were trembling. “Fuck,” I whispered under my breath. I was right on the edge, every nerve tight, twitching. My fingers moved faster. I didn’t care anymore. I was too close. So, so close. Then—“Don’t cum yet... wait for me.”

Riley’s breath hitched again, fear and desire battling for dominance as she realized how exposed she was to him. River’s fingers trailed down her inner thigh, slow and teasing, before slipping between her folds. Riley gasped, her hips bucking involuntarily as he found the sensitive bundle of nerves at her center. ~-~ River felt his chest tighten as he stared down at Riley’s big brown eyes, which were wide with fear now. It made him pause. He should stop this madness and walk away. What was he doing? This innocent girl, trembling beneath him, didn’t deserve to bear the brunt of his grief and rage. She wasn’t trying to replace Ellie. No one could ever take Ellie’s place in his heart.

"I realized it’s not safe for you to be walking home alone so I waited outside and followed you. Hop in and you're welcome." I guessed the terror and the fear was pretty apparent on my face. I threw one look behind me before I climbed into the car. "I change my mind," I told James. "Changed your mind about?" "I don't want to cause you trouble, James. You can either drop me home and I'll drive my car to the asylum or you can take me there." "Asylum? It's almost nine, Riley. Why do you wanna go now?" "I have to talk to Jack." * * *