Willow X George の小説・ストーリー

“Willow? Open the door.” Lucas

“No, Nathaniel, this was real for me! I let you in. I gave you every part of me and I can’t believe I fell for your games.” Willow was sobbing at this point. I reached out to her and pulled her to me. She let me hug her, but I think it was mostly because she was so distraught. I had to fix this. I lifted her chin. “Hey, it was all real for me too. I let you in. I let you see parts of me no one else has seen. It was all real. I kissed her hard. Willow gave in for a moment before pushing me away.

On a weekend, William took me out, saying it was to make up for my birthday. I smiled and got in the passenger side when I suddenly felt something in the back. Reaching over, I got a long object. It was an expensive lipstick that I'd always wanted to buy. "Wow, honey, is that your surprise?" I held the lipstick up to William, who stared ahead without looking away. I couldn't see his expression. "What is it? I've never seen it before." He cocked his head and looked away for less than a second. "Maybe my colleague left it behind. I didn't know."

She climbed onto the bed, straddling Willow's hips with a suggestive wiggle. Willow let out a soft chuckle, her hands coming up to rest on Harriet's thighs. "Oh, I'm more than ready, darling. The question is, are you?" Harriet leaned down, her lips brushing against Willow's ear as she whispered, "Oh, I've been ready since the moment I saw you. You're like a work of art, Willow. I just want to capture every inch of you." Willow's breath hitched as Harriet's teeth grazed her earlobe. "Then what are you waiting for? I'm all yours."

Priscilla was usually sharp-witted, but now she was positively brilliant. Guided by an omega servant, Paisley burst into Willow's den like a storm fueled by sulfuric fury. Dwight, still seething from his earlier run-in with Georgina where he'd lost two teeth, was in no mood for interruptions. Under the cloying pheromones of Willow, he was in the middle of undoing his jacket, ready to embrace her. The air hung thick with the scent of impending passion when the door exploded inward with a thunderous crash.

Mary Wills,the most popular girl on campus stood in front of her blocking her way. Willow stood in silence, she knew Mary Wills had experience with older men. Rich men. She didn't want to burn the bridge and retaliate just yet,she might need her in future. "What happened? Cat caught your tongue, Willow or should I call you the next Mrs Green." Willow smirked. "Wow, you really are enjoying the money. Look at that outfit. Must be a fortune." Mary said as she pulled the sleeve down." Fair skin like that must have gotten you all of this."

“…yeah.” Willow stares at Aretha again. Long. Uncomfortable. Then she sighs dramatically. “Well that’s disappointing.” Aretha steps forward again. “Say one more word.” Willow lifts her chin. “You’re too old for him.” Aretha lunges. Alexander grabs her instantly. “Whoa!” “Let me go!” “No!” I step between them calmly. And look directly at Willow. “You’re not exactly young yourself.” She frowns slightly. “…I’m two hundred years old, I'm older than you all.”

Amid applause and cheers, the spotlight swept over the central table, landing on a pair seated together. Agnes called out, "Wow! Looks like we've caught a couple! Care to introduce yourselves?" Willow stood up and took the mic offered to her. "Hello, everyone. I'm Willow Spencer, a bioinformatics major." Agnes grinned, turning her attention to the guy beside her. "What about the handsome gentleman next to you? Won't you introduce yourself?" Hansel remained still, and his expression was blank. Willow smiled politely. "I'll introduce him instead. This is my boyfriend, Hansel Johnson. He's not a student here; he came specifically to keep me company."

He used his weight to pry her thighs apart with his knees, then drove himself into her dry, unprepared tightness in one brutal, deep thrust. Willow screamed into the leather, a raw sound of shock and pain that was abruptly muffled. Her body went rigid, then bucked wildly against George's immovable hold. "Hold still, forfeit," George murmured, his hand pressing down harder. William set a punishing rhythm, each thrust a savage piston that hammered her body into the sofa. The wet, slapping sound of flesh on flesh, mixed with Willow's choked sobs and guttural grunts from William, filled the room. It was a violent, merciless taking, a demonstration of power pure and simple.

I looked over her shoulders to see Andre, but his seat in the living room was empty. Where did she go? I wanted to ask. But I did not. Willow noticed my look, and smiled. “He went outside to talk to Lucas. Pack Buisness, I suppose.” “Oh,” I said and smiled stiffly. Willow chuckled. The sound was like music. “You know, Andre did not introduce up properly before.” Then she held out her hand. “I am Willow. Willow Bennett.” I took her hand. It was soft. “Lillian Stewart.”