She’s here. Lying on my bed like she belongs there, looking up at the ceiling like she’s trying to count the stars she can’t see.
I’m sitting on this damn chair, watching her, not sure if this is real or some twisted dream my mind conjured up because I wanted it too much.
Her showing up? It doesn’t make sense. I was just sitting here, staring at my phone, thinking about calling her, thinking about how much I wanted her close. And now she’s here. She&r
“What do you want to do now?” he asks, leaning back in his chair, his eyes on me like he already knows the answer. I groan inwards annoyed. He knows what I want to do and he wants it too. But he wants to make me say it. I hate him!I freeze for a moment, caught off guard. What do I want? The answer sits on the tip of my tongue, but I can’t say it. I can’t tell him that I want to kiss him. That I want to be close to him, want him to fuck me. It’s too bold, too forward,
"I just can't," I whisper again, my voice barely audible, like the words might shatter if spoken any louder."Yes, you can" he says his voice steady, his eyes locked on mine. It’s like he’s trying to reach inside me, pull out whatever I’m too afraid to say.I chew on my lip, trying to find an answer that doesn’t make me sound ridiculous. But what’s the point? He already knows. He’s waiting, and I’m running out of places to hide."Beca
How did I let it come to this?I sit cross-legged on my bed, staring at the wall, my phone in my lap. I’ve scrolled through my messages a hundred times tonight, hoping something will jump out at me—some clue, some moment I can point to where everything started going wrong. But all I see are echoes of the same thing: my words cutting through Celeste, Sadie pulling away, and now... nothing.My chest feels tight, and I rub at it absently, as if that will make the ache go away.
I stand in front of Liam my breathing slow and heavy. I start to take of my clothes watching the emotion in his eyes. He's taking me in. I take everything off until I'm naked. I can't stop because if I do, I'll chicken out.And then I tell him to take off his clothes. I watch him too. I take in his beautiful body. I take a deep breath when he's fully naked and sitting on the chair his cock in his hand. I watch him stroke it and my mouth and pussy get wet without effort.I walk to him and straddle him. I hover over his cock and feel him rub it on my folds. I close my eyes feeling the tip of his cock spreading my pussy juices slowly.Then he slides his shaft into me. I moan out loud as I slide it all the way inside of me....... I feel tears slide down my face and I open my eyes. Our eyes lock...-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------The room is dark, save fo
The sun is warm, casting a golden glow over the sand as waves crash rhythmically against the shore. I’m stretched out under a striped umbrella, the ocean breeze tickling my skin and the faint scent of salt lingering in the air. It’s the kind of day that should feel perfect, carefree.But my mind won’t stop running.Nathan is nearby, lounging in a chair with a book in his hands, but he’s been giving me space. For that, I’m grateful. He’s always nearby,
VinceShe doesn’t have a clue.There she is, lying under that umbrella, her skin glowing in the sun, the waves crashing lazily behind her. She looks so at peace, so oblivious to the real world, to the danger that’s right here, watching her every move. It’s almost too easy.Nathan isn’t far. He never is. The loyal little lapdog, pretending to be her protector. But even he can’t be everywhere all the time. It’s only a matter of finding the right moment, the perfect crack in their little shield.I’ve been watching her long enough to know her patterns. She’s careful, sure, but not careful enough. And her home? That’s her weak spot.The house is practically a gift. Her mother is barely there—always working or locked away in her own little world. And Celeste? She’s alone most of the time. It’s almost laughable how easy it would be to slip in, grab her, and disappear. No one would hea
The moment I step through the front door, the weight hits me. It’s like the air inside the house is different—heavier, colder. The kind of silence that doesn’t feel peaceful, just empty.I close the door behind me, locking it out of habit, and stand there for a second. My bag hangs loosely from my shoulder, the straps digging in, but I barely notice. It’s like the energy I had earlier, the lightness I felt at the beach, gets sucked away the second I’m home.
I don’t even know why I keep doing this. Following Celeste around like some pathetic ghost of a friend I used to be. But here I am again, sitting in the farthest corner of her favorite coffee shop, pretending to care about the lukewarm latte in front of me.She’s here with Nathan, of course. Always Nathan. They’re laughing about something, and the sound carries all the way across the room to where I’m sitting. It feels like a punch to the gut.I try not to stare, but it’s impossible not to. Celeste looks so... light. Like she’s shed all the drama, all the weight of what happened between us, and moved on without a second thought. Meanwhile, I’m stuck here, drowning in my own guilt and loneliness.I don’t even notice him until he’s standing in front of me."Mind if I join you?" The guy says and he smiles. I look him in his eyes and there's something there. I don't know what it is but he's not right. I kn
I sit back in the chair, stretching my legs out in front of me, trying to act as if the sight in front of me isn’t setting my body on fire.Celeste stands under the water, her back to me, the droplets sliding down her skin in glistening trails. My jaw clenches. My fingers twitch. Every instinct in me is screaming—take her, feel her, make her yours.But I don't move.Not because I don’t want to. Because I want something more.Liam’s territory. His empire. His life.That’s the real prize here.So, I'll just watch her and enjoy her beautiful skin, the curves of her body and her gorgeous pussy. It's the most beau
The sunlight burns my eyes the second we step outside. I wince, squinting hard as I try to adjust, but it’s too much, too fast. After hours—or was it days?—of nothing but darkness, the brightness feels like an assault. The air is thick, humid, carrying the scent of salt and earth, and for a second, I forget I’m walking beside a monster.The yard is massive, overgrown with trees and flowers, a wild, untamed jungle wrapped around a nightmare. It should feel peaceful, but nothing about this place feels safe. Every step I take, I’m hyper-aware of Trevor at my side, his grip firm on my arm, guiding me like I might run.Maybe I should.But where would I go?My mind is fogged, my body weak, but I force myself t
There’s nothing quite like this moment. The anticipation. The thrill. The satisfaction of seeing her exactly where s
The box in front of me is open, and the smell of blood is thick in the air.My me
My back is screaming, my knee feels like someone took a knife to it, and my arms are stiff from being stuck in the same p
I don’t know how many hours have passed. The walls of this room feel like they’re closing in on me. No windows, just a single door that’s been locked since they threw me in here. My body aches from sitting on the hard floor, and my throat is raw from screaming at no one.And then, finally, the door creaks open.Trevor walks in like he owns the world.Something inside me snaps.I lunge at him before I can think, before I can feel the terror crawling under my skin. I’m screaming, my fists pounding against his chest, his arms, his face—anywhere I can reach.He doesn’t flinch.He doesn’t stumble.He doesn’t even try to stop me at first, just stands there while I throw everything I have at him.Then, with nothing but a flick of his wrist, he shoves me off. Effortless.I hit the floor, hard. My palms scrape against the rough wood, but I don’t care. I push up and charge at h
I step into Celeste’s house, and the first thing I notice is the silence. A thick, unnatural kind of quiet that presses against my ears. It’s wrong. All of it is wrong.I’ve been calling her for five hours. Nothing.She’s gone. I know it in my gut. Trevor took her.I exhale slowly through my nose, grounding myself before my anger can swallow me whole.The men I put here to watch her—gone. Haven’t checked in. Haven’t answered. I already know what that means. They’re dead, or they were smart enough to run. Either way, they failed me. They failed her.
My hands are shaking. My whole body is ice-cold, but my face is burning. My stomach twists so hard I feel like I’m going to t
Celeste trembles beneath my touch. Good. That means she understands.I slip the hood over her head, my fingers brushing against the soft strands of her hair. She flinches, and I almost laugh. Like she has a choice in any of this.Then, with a heavy thud, the wooden crate hits the ground. The sound alone is enough to send a ripple of fear through her—I can feel it in the way her breathing quickens. I lean in close, my lips just a breath away from her ear."If you scream, I will slit Tamrin’s throat and make you watch.”She stiffens instantly, and a shiver runs through her body. Ah, there it is. That beautiful moment when someone realizes just how powerless they really are.Satisfied,