LOGIN“Please.” That all sounded so good. I wanted it. I wanted everything. He stood to kick off the rest of his clothes. I watched, my mouth watering as he exposed his dick. He was so big, so hard just for me. Carefully, he moved me how he wanted me, stretching out my legs farther, and then slipped
Asher guided me back into the bedroom. As I stood near the bed, he walked behind me and slowly tugged down the zipper of my dress. His knuckles traced the newly-revealed skin inch by inch, following down the length of my spine. When the zipper had lowered as much as it could go. He spread his hand
I held my breath as Dylan threw the first punch. Asher dodged back and Dylan’s fist flew through the open air. Asher then stepped forward, ready to retaliate. Dylan backpedaled, placing a few feet between them again. In a flash, Dylan moved close again. His speed was lightning-quick. I barely even
“’Might?’” He squeezed me gently. “It will be fine. Trust me.” I did trust him, with my life and more. But… this was my brother. My brother and the love of my life were about to fight a challenge with yet unknown terms that would undoubtedly involve me and my baby. I couldn’t help but be a b
I opened my mouth to begin to explain, but the truth seemed worse than even Dylan’s worst assumptions. No, Asher isn’t the father of my baby. The father is actually a terrible person who is now in prison. But Dylan wasn’t waiting for me to figure out a softer way to explain, and Asher was no hel
On the evening of the Academy’s winter dance, I slipped into my shining purple gown and checked myself out in the bathroom mirror. Gone were the days when I could pass as not pregnant. Now, my bump was a distinctive round bulge, pressing out the front of my gown – which I had bought in the materni
He hesitated. When I pressed, he said, “You won’t like it.” “Tell me anyway.” “Lamar didn’t tell the police about the website, he told us. Almost like he was afraid of something worse than jail time.” Asher was right, I didn’t like it. “What could Lamar be afraid of? Joseph?” I asked. “Sin
The investigator had beady eyes, but they were piercing. He watched me like he read my thoughts, or like he was just waiting for me to trip up and trap myself. “Who are you?” I asked, pretending I didn’t know. “An investigator from the Official Research Facility on Projection.” He didn’t offer a
Asher’s entire body tensed, tight as a coiled spring about to pop. His hands formed fists. His eyes were a blizzard. His mouth was a hard line. “He will never touch you or your child.” Asher’s assuredness was ever a comfort. “Any investigators or killers that come for you will have to go through m
Asher and I continued scrolling through the thread, reading post after vile post of Joseph and Lamar plotting. They had it all laid out. Lamar would endear himself to me, become my friend and eventual lover. Then he would take embarrassing photos and videos with which to threaten me. You must re







