He is a 10 but he is a decade older than me, my brother’s best friend, a therapist who wants to counsel me and... he likes to hurt little girls like me. “What were you doing this morning?” “I was meditating.” He is right. I am a terrible liar. Aiden raised his eyebrows. “Is that so?” He waited for my answer, crossing his arms over his chest. I got distracted by the way his biceps bulged. He noticed me staring. I glanced down at my lap, twiddling my thumbs. “Y-yes, Doctor Aiden, I was meditating and I-I focused on my breath like you taught me—” “Why are you lying to me, Ivy?” My head snapped at him. “I-I am not lying.” Aiden tilted his head and my throat went dry when he said, “Then why did I hear your voice moaning my name when you orgasmed with your fingers inside you?" He is her first love. She is his best friend's little sister. Will a chance reunion lead to true love? I was a good girl. An honor student. A dutiful daughter, sister and a sweet girlfriend to my boyfriend until I found him in my best friend’s bed. I didn’t want goody-two-shoe nice boys who gave me empty promises. What I wanted was a man who wouldn’t hurt me. When I found my brother’s best friend, Aiden Stone, with only a towel around his hot Greek body dripping wet from a shower, I decided that what I wanted, what I had been wanting for years, was him. The only problem? He is a decade older than me, my brother’s best friend, a therapist who wants to counsel me and... he likes to hurt little girls like me.View More
Bonus Scene of Bossy BodyguardA/N: This is a CNC (consensual non-consent) scene and both the characters are over 18!Emma“Are you sure about this?” Cillian asked, his dark eyes flickering at me as he parked his car. I shivered when he turned off the heater, knowing exactly what was going to happen once I stepped out. My panties were already wet being near him and the thought of what we had discussed…We would play. I would run. And he would hunt me.My thighs clenched at the image that played in my head. I needed to get out of my head and have some fun.I nodded, touching his hand. “I trust you, Cillian.”“Good girl.” His intense stare turned wicked, and I held my breath when he leaned closer, cupping my cheek. “I can’t wait to play with my Doll.”He pulled away before I could kiss him and convi
EpilogueEmmaI giggled, running in the woods as grass tickled my bare legs.“Emma!” Cillian shouted behind me. Birds and leaves of trees whispered against each other as my laugh echoed in the small clearing. “Emma, slow down!”Golden hair flew in my face as I looked over my shoulder and shouted, “Hurry up, grandpa!”“Oh, you wait.”More laughter bubbled out of me. I was definitely getting punished for that. The sun glared down my bare limbs, the soft fabric of my summer dress flowing around me when I reached the edge of the spring. Perspiration slid down my neck as I panted, gazing at the beautiful scenery of sparkling fresh water and the waterfall.It had been months since Drake had been murdered in his own prison cell. It was a mysterious murder that even Elena wasn’t able to solve, but it was a relief that he’d never hur
52 - Just Three?CillianTW: A bit of violence.I tackled him down before he could touch my Emma again. He groaned when I held the back of his hair and slammed him down on the floor. Again, and again and again until I saw a pool of blood.My eyes were seeing burning red. Emma was crying and her screams were echoing in my head.I held him upon his feet before throwing him on the floor. I covered Emma with my suit and said, “Cover your ears, Doll. Keep your eyes closed until I tell you otherwise, okay?”She nodded, her bloody hand clutching my jacket and covering her ear. I stood up, glaring at the piece of shit who was trying to crawl away from me.“Stay the fuck away from us, you ugly fuck! She’s my bitch an
51 - StopCillianI winced, wiping the blood from my head, and sped my car. My cellphone was in my other hand as I noted her location and shared it to Elena’s team. I had called her, ignoring her order to stay back, and got in my car.My vision was blurry, but I kept driving, my hand clutching the steering wheel. He lived so fucking near her house, and all that time was wasted because we did not get search warrants.I prayed that Emma kept her heels on by some miracle. I had inserted a tracking device in each pair she owned, hoping that I’d never have to use themWe shouldn’t have underestimated the stalker. Look what he fucking did.My jaw clenched, and I cut the engine, parking blocks away from the house. It was a quiet suburban street with hug
50 - Our HomeEmmaMy mouth was as dry as Sahara when I woke up with a throbbing headache. I was getting really sick of waking up like that. My lids felt heavy when I looked around me. Dread seeped into my veins when I found myself on a small twin size bed with pink blankets, a soft dim light from the gray ceiling, and an old, small desk in the corner. There was a heart-shaped pink mirror and some stuff lying on top of it.I forced myself to remember what had happened, but my memories were hazy. Cillian and Caleb were talking downstairs while I was getting ready to take a relaxing bath in Cillian’s washroom. I remember turning around and being pushed into the cold tile with a chemical handkerchief covering my nose and mouth. I had panicked seeing the black ski mask and struggled to fight. Even though I had tried to smack his face with the bottle of conditioner, he had overpo
49 - I Slept with your DadEmmaI shrieked in surprised and quickly covered myself, straightening my dress and hiding behind Cillian when he buttoned his shirt, his face emotionless.“Caleb,” he started.My heart hammered in my ribs when Caleb kept staring at us both. The last time I talked to him, he was sorry that my hand got hurt while fighting the stalker. We didn’t even bump into each other at school very often, and if we did, we acknowledged each other before moving on. But now… he had seen me bent over his kitchen island with his dad behind me.“No… I—Do we have bleach?” he asked Cillian, making me frown. “I need to bleach my eyes after what I just saw—Emma, really?”“Calm down, Caleb
48 - DemonstrationCillian“So I was thinking…” Emma drawled after finishing her plate of pasta and keeping the fork down. Her right palm was completely healed after two months of care.“Here we go,” I sighed, leaning back on the chair and taking a sip of sweet white wine.There was no news of the stalker. No creepy gifts or messages. Elena and Zayed were in New York, and after having private meetings with Damon without Emma’s knowing, we had a list of suspects that fit the descriptions of the stalker. But we had kept her in the dark because I didn’t want to burden her with the information, despite how carefree she pretended to be. I knew that the incident had scarred her, physically and mentally. No nineteen-year-old should have to go through something like that.
46 - Sit on my FaceEmmaHis features looked sharper in the room’s darkness. Moonlight fell over the floor and white sheets as I stayed put, his large hands touching me.“Do what I say, Doll,” he commanded and kissed me again. I sighed, melting into his arms and giving away my control over him.His confession kept echoing in my head, butterflies fluttering in my belly. Small gasps and moans escaped my lips when his kisses feathered down the arch of my neck, my collarbones, and lowered. I tugged at his hair, kissing him in between and moaning when I felt his stiffened member through his boxers.“Is this the one that I bought?” he asked, his voice hoarse and so deep that it made me squirm. His finger ran through the thin strap of the lilac-pin
47 - Touch Some GrassEmma“Shouldn’t you be in bed and resting?” Mia asked, crossing her arms and trying to intimidate me.“No. I got bored.” I closed my locker and looked over her shoulder. “Who’s that?”The man was tall, dark-skinned, with broad shoulders. And he was glaring at Cillian, who was standing across him with his arms crossed.Mia sighed and rolled her eyes. “That’s Jacob, my bodyguard. James hired him because of… you know. How’s your hand?”Swallowing the lump in my throat, I replied, “It’s okay. It will heal soon.”“When will my time come?” Summer drawled, walking beside us to our first
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