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DAVID POV:“I’ll see you, then,” Eloise said dismissively, breaking my trance and I looked at her in acknowledgment.“May I drop you off?” I asked her politely and immediately bit my tongue, FUCK, I am not supposed to give a ride to my old bully.“Oh, thanks for asking, but I stay a walking distance from here.” She looked at me apologetically and I couldn’t help but blink in extreme shock.BLINK … BLINK …Eloise and Apologetic? Not in any fucking way..!!“We can actually walk…” She suggested hesitantly when I was lost with the words, and then added, “If you want to…” And there she again bit her lip and I needed to cough to hide the growing bulge in my pants.FUCK“Okay.” And there again I was bewitched by her and obediently started to follow her.We walked the same path that she did yesterday.“So, how’s everything going at the Newsfirm?” She asked, turning half to me.“Oh, same, the way it was always,” I told her calmly.“Oh…” She let out a breath, and again she looked depressed but
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DAVID POV:The insides of the building were plain and unfurnished just like the outside structure, Eloise led me to a tiny room that instantly got full by the presence of us.“Take your clothes off and lie face down on the table. I’ll go wash my hands.” Eloise instructed me and left.I looked around the small room, nothing made it luxurious or close to the class to which Eloise once belonged.Yeah, Once upon a time.The thought brought an evil smile to my face and glee in my eyes.Then remembering her instructions, I started to strip slowly because of the pain in my back. I kept my things aside carefully. After all, I don't trust her at all.KNOCK … KNOCK …A knock came and Eloise entered, taking my breath away for a slight moment.FUCKShe was wearing a white color silk top and a khaki skirt revealing a good show of her legs and that unbuttoned sight of her shirt revealing her cleavage was too intense.I gulped, I was standing in my boxers, she took a step closer and then commanded,
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DAVID POV:SMACKI pulled her skirt up and smacked her hard, she made a sound like a kitten which aroused me more.Fucking whore…“This is how I play.” I hissed in her ear, smacking her other cheek.SMACK“Oh…” She gasped, reaching back to rub the place where I had smacked. Timely I held her wrist and folded her arm behind her back.“You wanna get fucked. Hard?” I asked, my voice darker than usual.“Yes, please,” she murmurs.I held her hips and guided my cock to her entrance, which was wet and ready. The moment I pressed into her, I completely forgot about all the past that lay between us.It was like a do-or-die situation, I knew if I won’t let my dick rest in her pussy I am surely going to die from a hard-on.The heat of her flesh engulfed my cock, and I nearly lost my mind. She had me suffering for so long that I’m already done for, so I gripped her hips with both hands and gave it to her fast and hard.She lifted her head, arching her tits off the table, and crooned my name.I ne
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DAVID POV:I took a step back in bewilderment, did I really hear her correctly?“What are you…” I began to refuse her with a firm mind but then slowly she loosened the knot at her coat and showed me something which made my mind blank for a long minute.BLINK … BLINK …She was wearing a cutout bodysuit or I would say only ropes, around her neck which went down to her breasts. A tiny little fabric covered her nipples but they didn’t stop me from knowing that they had hardened under my gaze.Lowering my gaze down, I saw her clean flat belly which was bare to my eyes but the ropes were tightly stuck to it on both sides then went down holding a little rope around her lower part and again a very little V-shaped cloth was dangling over her clean pussy, I could even make the line of her shaved pussy. It clenched from my lustful gaze and the fabric slowly went inside, showing a clean line of her pussy lips.FUCK“I need you, please.” Eloise’s words snapped me back to the real world. I cautious
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DAVID POV:I gripped her hips and thrust into her with firm, rough strokes. I love the way her pussy clenched around my cock, squeezing out the life from it. I went deep, hitting her inner wall.“This pussy belonged to me, only me,” I growled over her keening cries.Fisting my hand in her hair, I tug her head back. “Say it.”“Yours… It’s yours…” She panted and shattered under me, her walls squeezing and choking my dick bringing me close to my release.I shouted and slammed in deep, coming a moment later.After the intensity between us lowered and my sanity came back, I pulled out from her and zipped up my pants, giving her an indifferent look, I ordered, “Release yourself from my property, Eloise Muir.”And then I marched into my house, slamming the door hard, hoping it would be a clear indication for her to never return to my place for another fuck.Hell, man…****The days went by in a blur, I brought Geroge back to my house and struggled with a nanny, it’s not that I haven’t found
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DAVID POV:KNOCK … KNOCKI was just done making dinner and George was sitting in his chair doing his homework quietly when the knock on the door came and he immediately got up from his chair and flew to the door.“Aunt Eloise.”At the mention of Eloise, I stiffened for a slight moment and then went outside to receive her.“Hello…” Eloise greeted me before I would and then leaned to hug me lightly.As soon as her skin touched mine, my cock moved with joy.Fucking Moron.“Hello.” My voice was hoarse and I knew exactly why, “You’re on the right time, I am just done with the dinner.” I told her with a greeting smile and she blinked looking amused, “You can cook.”I nodded in response and there George held Eloise's hand dragging her into the kitchen with a bag of toys which I think was brought by Eloise for him.Before following them, I glanced in the direction of the basement door gulping nervously. I am afraid that this dinner might end up being something else and also I am afraid that m
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DAVID POV:Without showing a single hint of shyness, she sat up inviting me for another fascinating sight of her beautiful God-crafted molds.Could I ever be obsessed with someone’s boobs?Well, with Eloise I could get obsessed with anything.“Would you like to have some coffee?” I offered, trying my best to not keep my eyes on her naked body in front of me.“Uhmm, I would like to have something else…” She bit her lips seductively, and her nipples tightened in an instant giving me another open invitation.I breathed heavily, and as usual, my cock started to twitch wanting her closer. And I moved, unknowingly I was moving towards her to begin another passion, to possess her completely.KNOCK … KNOCK …“Dad?” It was George and immediately I turned and went to the door before he would enter and found Eloise naked in my bed.“Yes, son.” I stood at the door shielding Eloise’s view from George’s eyes.George didn’t say anything but rubbed his hands over his stomach which was an indication t
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DAVID POV:CLICKThe familiar sound filled my surroundings, the sound of loading a gun, my gun.BOOMI turned and there stood Eloise wearing her clothes, and staring at me with hatred in her eyes, “You can’t hide what you had done, David.” She seethed.“You knew.” I narrowed my eyes at her, feeling a little tug at my heart.I really thought she had changed.FUCK…“Hah…” She sneered aloud, “What a person you are, David. Even in my wildest thought, I would never think of you to be the man who would harm anyone or raise a finger at any person.” She looked amused by my identity.“So, when did you know about it?” I asked, rising to my feet.“Ah… Ah…” She held the gun up in warning, indicating to me to not move a single inch from my place.“The day you came for the massage, I saw that mark on your back which was very similar to that masked man, and later when you fucked me, you called me, “Loise” Only the masked man called me with that name.” She revealed and I stayed at my place looking at
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VIOLET“Time to wake up,” Greyson says in my ear.I open my eyes and blink rapidly, trying to make sense of where we are. Not on the sidewalk anymore, that’s for sure. The air is warm, absent of a breeze. I’m sitting with my arms over my head. I tug, but they don’t move. Something holds firm around my wrists.A rattling to my right draws my attention. He stands at a wall of windows, pulling a chain to open the vertical blinds. We’re in the dance studio, and the lights are off. My eyes catch on myself in the mirror, but it’s hard to reconcile what I’m seeing with the truth.I’m naked to my waist, my wrists tied to the bar just over my head. My skin pricks, goosebumps rising on my flesh. I force my attention away, back to Greyson. He still stands by the large windows, but his attention is now on me. He’s got the blinds open. Moonlight streams in.“What are you doing?” I scoot backward until I’m as upright as I can be. My back bumps into the wall, and I tilt my head back to get a better
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GREYSONViolet, Violet, Violet.I can smell her sweet, floral scent in my room like she rubbed herself along my walls and my sheets. There’s no imprint. No sign of her at all except for the smell. Something I don’t think I could concoct in my imagination.I sit on my bed and inhale again, not wanting to exhale.My father calls me. I consider sending it to voicemail, but the last time I did that, he showed up at my game.Him. At a game.I haven’t seen him witness me play in years, let alone speak to me after the fact. It probably has something to do with our clashing reputations. Can a beloved senator really have a bloodthirsty hockey player for a son?Since our next game is at home, I don’t want to risk that. Coach Roake acted like he walked on water, and I was once again reminded of the complex power my father holds. It goes far beyond his domain of New York.I don’t know if there’s a place his influence can’t reach.“Hey, Dad.”“Greyson,” he greets me. Brisk and businesslike, even t
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“When did you get here, Violet?” Paris asks.I tilt my head. “What?”“When. Did. You. Get. Here?”Greyson snorts. “She’s more welcome than you.”You know… when I want him to stick it to her, he doesn’t. He lets her climb all over him and sit close and flirt and fawn. And when I’d rather be anywhere but here, he tells her to shove it.Lovely.“Grey,” she tries.Oh, hell no. “You did not just call him that.”Her expression darkens. “Why, did you lay claim to that nickname?”I cross my arms. “As a matter of fact, I did.”Jesus. Who would’ve thought I’d be arguing about a nickname… this whole night is a mind-fuck. And in the back of my head, I have Senator Devereux’s secretary reminding me of my agreement with them. The fact that my aquatic therapy costs hundreds of dollars that I don’t have to spare, and they’ve been footing the bill.“You’re nothing special,” Paris snaps at me, flipping her hair over her shoulder.I roll my eyes. I’m sick of her attitude, but I don’t have the energy to
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Willow rushes me after my first class. She almost crashes into me, skidding to a halt inches away, and drags me into the bathroom. She checks each of the stalls and then locks the main door.“What the hell, Violet?”I jerk back. “What?”“What. The. Hell. Violet.” She glares at me. “You should give a girl some more warning before you go off script.”I drop my backpack and shrug, helpless and more than a bit confused. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. Are you going to tell me or just keep scolding me?”“This.” She pulls her phone out and shoves it at me.It’s a blog for the CPU Hawks. All sorts of athletic team write-ups, reports, and coverage of the games… plus notices put out by the publicist. Rebecca Dumont.“We met with the publicist the other day,” I say slowly.I click on the most recent post that went live twenty minutes ago.Didn’t take long for Willow to find it—and then me. I’m not sure what I’m expecting to find. I told Rebecca that the previous article posted in the
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VIOLETThe trip organizers rented out one of the conference rooms for breakfast. There’s a congregation of CPU students in the room, spread out across tables, at the buffet line. I ignore them all, though, in my hunt for Willow.I never ended up texting her last night, and I feel a pang of guilt. It eases slightly, though, when I see her sandwiched between Knox and Amanda.Grey stops beside me. Hearing that I’ve used a nickname he likes—especially coming from me, I guess—does weird things to me. Good things. Strange things. It’s a step in a direction I wasn’t expecting. Like our truce. Like pretending not to hate each other.I’m pretty sure I have frostbite on my ass, though.“Hungry?”I glance up at him. “A bit.”He smiles. “Go sit. I’ll grab us something.”“No, it’s okay.” I head toward the buffet.He snags my wrist. “Vi.”“Grey.” I narrow my eyes. “I have a weird relationship with food, okay? Don’t fight me on this.”He appraises me, understanding lighting his expression. He finall
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GREYSON I rise before Violet. I quietly brush my teeth and pull on different clothes, then sit on the unused bed. I grab her phone from the charger and open it, still sort of miffed that she hasn’t thought to put a password on it.Some people are far too trusting.Like Violet, asleep in my bed. I glance back at her and take in her hair scattered across her face, her full lips, parted as she takes in long, deep breaths. Her eyelids twitch, like her eyes are moving in a dream, and her fingers are curled into her pillow.Other than her tense grip, she seems relaxed.My hand aches, but I’ll deal with that later. Both hands are still wrapped. People kept commenting on them last night when I was trying to keep one eye on Violet. The normal rush from being at the center of attention didn’t come, becauseshewasn’t paying attention to me.When the hell did my brain flip to only giving a shit about her?I don’t like it.I go to her texts, and a conversation with Mia Germain catches my eye. The
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GREYSONI consider Violet Reece. Before. The girl who seemed to have everything together.Outward appearances can be deceiving. I know that better than anyone.While she hides in the bathroom, I pull up a video of the Crown Point Ballet. One of their shows stars my girl as the lead. I keep the screen close to my face, trying to analyze her every expression when she dances.There’s another video in the suggested list on the side—an interview with Mia Germain and Violet. I don’t know who Mia is, but I’m curious to see Violet. Not just dancing, but her demeanor.It’s different in front of a camera, that much is immediately obvious. She and an older woman sitting in cushioned chairs side by side. Violet on screen is thinner than she is now. She wears a t-shirt, leggings, and a wraparound cardigan cinched tight to her waist. It gapes at the top. Her hair is slicked back in a bun. Even her face has a sharpness to it that isn’t present nowadays.The date on the video is from a year ago.I hi
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“You find our special friend?” Amanda asks. “Jess is being the responsible one. She’ll get us home.”Oh, well, that’s a brilliant plan.“I need a drink,” I call.They wave me off.I stand at the bar, silent for a moment, then carefully tug my shirt lower. I don’t have a ton of cleavage, but I guess it does the trick. Seconds later, the bartender pauses in front of me. His gaze goes down, then back to my face.“You got a boyfriend, sweetheart?”I smile sweetly. “Nope, but I do hope I can get a screwdriver. And a vodka tonic for my friend.”He smirks. “I can do that for you.”“Thanks.” My cheeks heat at the insinuation.He hands me a glass filled to the brim with orange juice and vodka. I slide him cash and wait for my change, then take a sip. The taste of vodka gets stuck in my nose, but I ignore it.I’ve stayed away from drugs my whole life. I was a good girl. The one who tried to do no wrong, because I thought that was what would save me in the end.Newsflash—that’s a fucking joke.W
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He lifts his head, and I slowly open my eyes. My vision has adjusted. Moonlight comes in through skylights and high windows. There are faint emergency lights outside the rink, just barely visible from here.The cold hit me, and I shiver.He slips out of me and scoots back on his knees. He grips my knees and widens my legs as far as they can go. My ankles are still trapped together by my jeans, stuck on my boots.When he runs his finger from my slit up to my clit, my lips part.“Here’s a little challenge for you, Violent.” He toys with my clit again, analyzing my reaction.I squirm. I want to get off, I’m right there, on the edge, but he pulls away before I can get there. Again. And again. We go through this for fucking eternity, until I’m desperate enough to do it myself.So I do.I touch myself while he watches, while I shiver and moan and try not to let him see all of me. I fucking hate it. Where did my self-control go? Where did my will? But his gaze combats the cold, and I know ju
