LilahI was breathing heavily as I passed through the doorway, trying not to breathe in his incredibly attractive scent. His arm shot out, encircling my middle and stopping me dead in my tracks. It left me in a whoosh."Delilah," he growled. My pulse raced, so I inhaled deeply a few times before looking up at him. A ticking muscle in his jaw gave him a smouldering look. For a considerable amount of time, neither he nor I moved. I shouldve pulled away, but I resisted the urge to melt into him. But I was unable to. I found myself drawn to him.Then he struck. He turned my body toward him as his hand tightened around my hip. He pressed me up against the doorway, his lips crashing down on mine, the trim sending splinters down my spine. One hand slid into my hair, his fingers curling around the nape of my neck, trapping me in place with his hard body. Against my stomach, he grew long and hard, and I groaned into his kiss.Abruptly, he pivoted me once more and pushed me back into the chambe
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StellaToday was supposed to be different. At least, I hoped it would be. The sun had set half an hour ago, and the streetlights cast a hazy orange glow over the snow-packed sidewalks."Stella!"My heart rate sped up. Nothing triggered my fight or flight like the sound of my father, Jeremiah Evans's voice."Yes?" I hid my trepidation behind a neutral expression."I trust you can bring all the items back to the room yourself." He slipped on his coat and tossed his bag onto the couch behind him. "I have a dinner reservation I simply can't miss.""Of-"He disappeared out the door."Course I can," I finished.After his exit, I collapsed on my bed with a loud sigh. It's never going to be different.Ever since father had his big break in the business world he has changed. I should have seen it coming.... we should have seen it coming. It became worse after he divorced my mother because she didn't fit his aesthetic anymore - his words, not mine. Apparently, when you're rich and famous you hav
MaliaI felt hands wrap around me from behind "Please, Malia," I froze at the vulnerability in his voice "Don't run, please. I can't take it anymore if you do" Mason beggedI could feel his hot breath on my neck, my back pressed against his chest as it moved slowly according to his breathing."Mason, you need to leave. This" I referred to both of us "It's not working out, I can't keep pretending like it's perfect.... like we're perfect"He turned me around to face him "That's the thing, we don't have to be perfect, no one is perfect. But I'll be damned if I let you leave me all because of a stupid mistake I made. You belong with me, Malia. Soul...body...mind" he placed a kiss on my body after every wordI moan softly "Mason this is wrong, we can't be.." he kissed my neck sucking on it gently, eliciting a moan out of me.Three heartbeats drummed in my ears."Fuck me," he groaned, before grabbing my hips, lifting me, and meeting my mouth with his. Finally. My legs wrapped around his wai
AvaI put on my heels and picked up my purse before making my way out of my house.I check the time and I smile to myself, happy that my plan is still on track. It's just 7:15 pm, he's still going to be there."Okay, Ava you can do this," I whisper to myself. I've gotten this far I can't give up now.I release a loud sigh as I raise my head to look at the long big doors I'm standing in front of.The streets are empty, only two or three people hanging around and they look like they're about to leave any moment from now.That's one thing about here.I make my way inside and I try to focus on the sound of my heels against the church floor as I make my way to the confessional.I have no idea if he's the one sitting on the other side of the booth, but I hope he is.I get in and take a seat."Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. This is my first confession in a long time," I whisper.There was a mild pause from the other end and I almost panicked. "What are your sins, child?"Oh my God!....
StellaI sputter and my eyes widen "W-what?" I ask Jamie. I can't imagine I've not thought or fantasized about sex with Jamie. And hearing him say this right now, just intensifies those fantasies in my head.Sex with Jamie would be sex like I’d never known. Raw. Animalistic. Soul-destroying in the best possible way. It would shatter every preconceived notion of who I was and mold me into something darker, more depraved. I wanted it all."Fuck, I know it's wrong but, I can't stop thinking about you, Stella." He breathed softly."Jamie, you're married to my cousin." It's not like he needed the reminder, he was wearing her ring for goodness sake. He lets out a strained chuckle, "Trust me, I know. You don't have to remind me." Oh God, I'm not strong enough to decline if he makes a move on me. "Then why are you here, Jamie?" Cersei may be a bitch, but she's my family. And I don't care how hot her husband is, I'm not sleeping with him. "Because for whatever reason there is, I can't sto
Amelia"Class is dismissed. I'll see you all same time next week. And make sure you....," The rest of his speech trails off and falls on deaf ears. All I can focus on is the movement of his lips and the way his pen moves swiftly between his fingers. The way his muscles flex in his white long-sleeved shirt with each movement of his hand.I can hear the shuffling of feet, and the sound of chairs scraping the floor, but I can't seem to take my eyes off the handsome male specimen that is, Mr Maverick Remington.I've been taking this class for more than two months, and I don't think I've ever paid attention since he became our substitute lecturer, and then permanent.Maverick Arrington was my special brew of torture formed especially by God. It was achingly painful to see him three times a week and not be able to touch or kiss him the same way I do in my fantasies.I hated it. I hated the fact that the only way I could be with him was in the fantasies I had. It was-- "Miss Clarke?" His voi
Amelia Clarke I won't lie and say I didn't spend the entirety of my weekend thinking about everything Mr Remington said to me last week. But as I made my way to the front of the class after he dismissed everyone but me, I was beginning to think maybe last week's interaction was all in my head.My classmates filed out of the class one after the other, the sound of feet shuffling as they rushed out. "Mr Remington, you wanted to see me?" I ask quietly. He had not looked at me once since I arrived today. I even wore the shortest schoolgirl skirt I could find, matching it with my black thigh-high tights, and he still didn't spare me a glance."You have detention, Miss Clarke. You have to stay behind."My eyes widen, "What? B-but I did nothing, sir.""Oh, really? So, what do you call the act you put on last week.""I-I thought-," Oh, God I feel so stupid right now. Why did I believe he would be interested in me? " Mr Remington, please I'm so sorry. I had no idea. What can I do to get ou