LOGIN36 - Little Emma
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Oh, she had a huge pair of tits alright. My little Emma. Already allowing herself to feel empowered by showing off her bits—my bits— to everyone. How dare she…
It was okay. It was. Really. After all, she’d be with me in a few months. Weeks if I make it happen early and get rid of that new nuisance. That piece of shit bodyguard. ![]()
42 - Twice the LikeKatieI hadn’t spoken to Dylan for three whole days.Three. Whole. Days.Which, apparently, was enough time for me to be a mess. I missed him so much it physically hurt, but I also knew I couldn’t just let myself slide back into his arms without sorting through the disaster at work.So, I did what I always did when I felt like a mess. I journaled. Pages and pages about my feelings, Justin being a dickhead, Dylan’s temper, and how all of it somehow tangled together until my brain felt like it was stuffed with marshmallows.Between journaling and working from home, I locked myself in my home studio. My workbench was littered with scraps of silver, half-set stones, and sketches of designs that had nothing to do with Opulence’s official projects.They were mine. Purely mine.The necklace I’d been piecing together was bold, and I could
Part Four“I think I like you.”41 - Treat Her WellDylanAmanda didn’t waste any time.The second I slid into the cafe booth across from her, she folded her arms, leaned back, and gave me that older-sister glare that used to make me squirm as a kid.“So,” she said slowly. “You actually managed to woo Katie, huh?”I smirked. “Woo? Really, Amanda? And why wouldn’t I? I’m so charming.”She sipped her latte. “What else should I call it? Seduction? Blackmail?”I didn’t reply, ordering an iced mocha for myself. I needed some sugar in my system if I was going to talk about my love-life with my elder sister.“You know I’m surprised and impressed.” She leaned in and said, “Everyone in the town knew you were obsessed with her. Except
40 - Your Boyfriend is HandsomeKatieHow could a man be so effortlessly handsome, funny and sexy?I couldn’t stop smiling. Because he had stayed over after we had dinner (he reheated everything), washed my hair, and cuddled me to sleep. I had watched him baby talk to Pollux when we came downstairs that morning, and even though Pollux just stared at him, it made me happy.The smell of butter and bread filled my kitchen, mingling with the sound of Dylan humming low in his throat as he slathered jam over toast.Sunlight poured in through the window, warming the island where we sat. Well, he sat with me on his lap. His hair was still mussed from sleep, the lazy grin on his face too infectious.I popped a strawberry into my mouth. “You know, I think you’re getting a little too comfortable in my house.”Dylan leaned back, a fork dangling from his fingers as his oth
39 - You’re Filthy, DarlingDylanMy heart pounded in my ears as I watched her ease the zipper down.Fuck. She had me curled around her nimble fingers, and I loved it.Her weight was warm, and the press of her against me was perfect. The scarf around my wrists was delicate, the soft fabric tight. I could easily get out of it if I really wanted to, but that was why it was enough to remind me that I had to be patient.Her eyes were bright, with a dangerous smile playing over her full lips.I watched her every motion, the way her fingers moved with confidence. She was in charge, and she looked perfect. Her short hair was in a small ponytail with a few strands of hair framing her face. Her dark dress was
38 - Late Night Booty-CallKatieI tapped my stylus against my lips, staring at the half-finished design on my iPad. I had been playing with the new design for days, taking any chance to work on it during my break. The necklace I was sketching had clean lines but a little whimsy with a twist of asymmetry.It felt bold and modern, something I had been dying to get into the last collection. Either for the presentation or maybe for my online store that Amanda talked about.Voices near the employee lounge pulled me back. Two juniors, hunched over their table, were talking, frustration lacing their tone.“He made me redo the entire bracelet mock-up last night,” one said to the other. “Didn’t even explain what was wrong. Just said, ‘Do it again. Better.’ Like… what the fuck does that even mean? If you’re so good at work, you should tell me how to improve it. Jerk.&rd
37 - Her PetKatieHe shifted his weight, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah. I was a virgin.”“Is that why you came so quickly?” I asked before I could stop myself.His ears turned bright red. “Probably.”I set the cufflink down carefully, my voice softer than I expected. “Why didn’t you tell me?”He glanced at the trays of gemstones. “Because I didn’t want you to… find someone else. Someone who had more experience. Someone who could give you what you thought you wanted.”“But I wouldn’t—”“Yes, you fucking would.” His voice was sharp before softening as his eyes finally met mine. “Katie, I saw it in your eyes that night. You were so determined. You wanted to hire a fucking professional—more like a professional in fucking. Anyway, I thought that if I
2 - Show MeCillianThe girl in the black dress seemed like a nuisance. The kind that gets you in trouble with just one batt of her pretty long lashes or sweet smile full of dirty promises. I could tell by the relaxed yet confident way she walked, with a little sway of her hips that made me and the en
44 - Call Me DaddyMiaSpoiler Alert: I didn’t make it in time. The flight had taken off fifteen minutes before I reached the airport. I demanded the security to let me make sure it hadn’t. I started sobbing when they threatened to call my parents and school—I was still in uniform.There was tightness
4 - Watch MeEmmaMy cheeks were blazing when he titled his head, noticing every little tremble of my body and taking it in. He was like a predator. “Give me your panties, Doll.”“What?” “You won’t be needing them anytime soon. So give it to me before I tear them off of you.” Cillian said those filthy
41 - Own GoodJamesSaying the words out loud felt like my skin was ripping apart and my body was on fire. The sound of my mother’s wail after the harsh smack kept echoing in my head. What horrified me the most was that mom was keeping it a secret for years wearing turtlenecks in summers and wearing h







