Riley Inside Novels & Stories

"The next time you cross your boundaries, I'll lose all self respect and put you in your place" "I want to see you try" Jordan replied. "If I happen to know that you're involved in this, I'll kill you!" "Get the fuck out!" Rowan angrily pointed at the door. "You've been warned" Jordan stormed out with his two friends right behind him. Willow weakly coughed. It was dry and painful to her lungs. She was on her knees with chains around her ankles and wrists that suspended her hands in the air. Her lips were dry and her eyes felt like they wanted to blow up. She was in a empty cell that was dry, cold and dark sometimes.

“What happened, Riley? You can tell us.” “I tried something,” she bites out, her cheeks flushing. “I’m so ashamed.” “Can you go and be ashamed inside the house?” I frown, “It’s half past eleven.” “I don’t like your tone, brat.” She snaps, walking away. “Wait, baby,” Audrey calls her. “Where are you going?” “I need some air.” “Riley, go back inside,” I tell her. “Kingston is going to worry about you.” “He is always worried about something,” she snickers. “So nothing new there.”

“Outside of class, I mean.” Mr. Ramirez let out a tired chuckle, his eyes already drifting half-closed. “Not really. I’m sleepy, Riley. Long day.” But Riley was far from sleepy. Desire coiled tight inside her, refusing to let the moment slip away. She rolled onto her side, facing away from him, then slowly pushed her ass back until the soft curve pressed firmly against the front of his pants. The fabric of her short dress rode up as she moved, letting bare skin meet the growing hardness beneath his trousers.

Riley was skinnier -- too skinny -- and seemed to wear a perpetual frown. Annette knelt below the window for a couple of minutes before gathering enough courage to peek inside. When she did, she immediately wished she hadn’t. Niles and Riley were sitting on a couch, watching something she couldn't make out on TV. Niles had his hand between Riley’s legs, rubbing her through her jeans.

Riley followed every rule, staying on edge, touching but never finishing. By Friday night, when she arrived at Elena’s apartment, she was shaking with need. Elena opened the door in a short silk robe. The moment it closed, Riley pushed her against the wall, dropping to her knees and shoving the robe open. She licked and sucked with desperate hunger, two fingers deep inside Elena while her tongue worked her clit. Elena came fast and hard, moaning Riley’s name, fingers tangled in her hair.

' He thinks inwardly and walks fast inside the mansion. Riley locks her room first and tosses out all the wrinkled photos in the dustbin. She had a premonition that he would come into her room so as not to face him in her pathetic state. She changes back into her pajamas and switches off the light in her room. She tries to sleep with a single lamp on. Soon she hears his footsteps and then the room opens from outside, this gives her a shock since she believed that if she locked her room, she would be safe. It turned out he even had keys to open the door anyways. The footsteps soon come near her, and he bends down to her level and kisses her on the forehead.

Riley doesn’t slow down. The second we step inside, she’s already moving—fast and focused—toward the man bleeding on the table. “Shit…” the word leaves her under her breath as she reaches him. My feet feel heavy, like they don’t belong to me, but I force myself closer. And then I see him properly—the biker whose belly is cut open on the table, losing a lot of blood. He’s sprawled across the table, barely conscious—maybe not conscious at all. Blood is everywhere, and it sends chills down my skin.

My wolf was fully present now, lending me speed and strength as I navigated the destroyed hallway toward the boys' bedroom. The door was open. Inside, Riley was kneeling beside a box—one I recognized as the container he'd brought with him from the facility, the one that held his most precious and secret possessions. He was closing the lid carefully, his small hands precise and controlled. Lake was beside him, looking relieved in a way that made my protective instincts flare even hotter. "They didn't take it," Riley said to Lake, his voice carrying an odd mixture of satisfaction and concern. Lake groaned dramatically, flopping backward onto one of the beds.

he called in concern. “I’m fine,” Riley’s disembodied voice came from somewhere in our room. “It’s already clotting.” I didn’t understand. Didn’t understand why Riley was in our room, why Theo wasn’t going to him if he was bleeding. I hoisted myself up, surprised by how heavy and dizzy I felt. Unable to rise farther, I crawled around the edge of our bed where I found Riley on the floor, back against the end of our bed, a bloody hand pressed to his belly.

I had never been with a woman before, but something about her made my stomach twist in ways I could not ignore. I told myself it was just the excitement of getting my first tattoo, a small design on my inner thigh, but deep down, I knew it was more. My thighs rubbed together as I sat in the waiting area, and I felt that familiar warmth building between my legs just thinking about her hands on me. The bell above the door jingled when she came out from the back room, wiping her hands on a towel. Riley was even hotter in person, tall, muscular from what looked like years of gym time, wearing a tight black tank top that showed off her toned shoulders and the curve of her small breasts.