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 heavy foundation when she wasn’t going anywhere.“H-he didn’t stop,” I managed to say through my gritted teeth. Her warm hands caressed my hand as if I deserved it. “I remember punching him. There was a lot of yelling and shouting. Mom locked herself in a room when he finally left the house to get more drunk in a bar. I followed him, getting into a serious fight until my mom picked me up.”I couldn’t meet her eyes.I chuckled grimly. “That was my Christmas, Mia. I grabbed a bottle—fuck, I don’t even remember what I had been drinking. I was just angry. At everyone. And then Mom scolded me the entire ride. Not that piece of shit who hit her—” I swallowed when her small fingers entwined with
42 - It’s OverMiaEvery vein in my body turned cold when I saw the evil expression on Claire’s face. I pulled away from James, who looked more distant than anything. As if he had already expected to be the next teacher who walks out of the school in handcuffs. I would never let that happen to him. “I’ve heard the cops are still interviewing the students.” She smiled, and it was nothing but cruel. “I’ll be sure to let them know about you two.”She turned before I could explain. I went to follow her, but James held my wrist. “Don’t,” he pleaded, “Let her be. I knew the consequences when I kissed you for the first time, Princess. It’s okay.”“I can’t.” I shook my head, my throat clogging at the thought of James getting hurt because of something that was our decision. “I’m not going to let anyone hurt you.” I pulled away, running after Claire. I had to stop her and somehow convince her with a lie. Maybe I could tell her that he was hugging me and consoling me. “I’ll make you suffer.
43 - Happy BirthdayJamesI stared at the night lights of the small town that had become my home for the past couple of years. It wasn’t covered in snow anymore and winter’s harsh wind had turned to soft, cooling breeze in the evening. I trailed my finger on the glass, reminiscing about the time I had Mia pinned against it and made her come over and over again until she slumped in my arms, smiling at me with such a raw, giddy expression that I had taken her again on the floor. My throat tightened and I downed the whiskey, relishing in the sharp burn it offered. I deserved more than just that burn. I looked around the empty house and yanked my tie away, hating each breath I took. I paused on my way to glare at my drafting table scattered with blueprints and the design of new hospital in New York. Images of Eden, ex-dean of Saint Helena, flashed in my head. The numb, poker face of the freshmen who averted the cop’s gentle face when they prodded him with questions that no kid should ev
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 in my stomach, a painful numbness in my chest. I couldn’t stop him. I wanted to dig a hole for myself and never get out of it. I hated that I couldn’t stop him. Hated myself for ever leaving him alone in that bedroom after he had confessed everything to me. James must have felt guilty for all these years and instead of helping him, consoling him, I added fuel to that guilt-fire by leaving him. I was staring numbly at the crowd of people when someone cleared their throat. I raised my eyes to see a beautiful woman smile at me. “Do you mind if I sit here?”“Sure. Sit. Sleep.” I shrugged, wiping my face. I didn’t know when I had started crying. “Do whatever you want. Life has no meaning.”
EpilogueMia“Ah—”“That’s it, my sweet dirty princess.” James grunted, his length filling me up in one fluid motion. “That’s it. That’s it.” “Daddy…” I sighed, melting into his arms when they tightened around me. My half-lidded eyes met his ocean-eyes, so clear and sharp.He slammed into me. My lips parted in a soundless moan at the pleasure of his cock stretching me and brushing against the g-spot. My fingers scrunched his shirt when he increased his pace, his warm breath fanning on my cheek when he pressed against me, lifting me effortlessly in such a small space. “Such a good girl,” he crooned in my ears, squeezing my waist when I tried my best to stifle my moans. “I’m gonna come…” “Cum on my cock, my sweet princess slut.” Pleasure tightened in knots inside me, his length throbbing and pulsing. “Cum. For. Me.” His hand covered my mouth, and I had to bite down on his hand when I exploded with pleasure. His thrusts became rampant when my walls spasmed around him with orgasm, p
Note: This scene has CNC (consensual non-consent) roleplay.Bonus SceneMiaScreams echoed around me, people laughing, dancing and drinking as strobe lights flashed over Summer’s living room, which was converted to a stage. I tried to cover my ears, giggling when the hanging skeleton’s bones brushed over my head, trying to make my way through the sweaty, drunk teens towards the kitchen. “Hey M!” I rolled my eyes and turned around to see the familiar face that was stroked with black and white paint. “A skull? So original, Aaron.” He checked me out, heat flooding my cheeks as I tugged at the little red skirt. “And you’re a hot demon or little red riding hood?”I lowered the red hood and tightening the string around my neck, its silky cape fluttering against my thigh over the black stockings I wore. When I had donned the costume, it felt a little tight but also made me feel very, very sexy. I couldn’t wait to see his reaction when he finally sees me. “I’m looking for Summer,” I yelle
BOSSY BODYGUARD Part One“The only eyes I want on me right now are yours.”1 - Quite a Dirty Little Mouth You HaveEmmaTurns out, going alone at a sex-club is lonelier than I thought. My eyes zeroed on the bar. Many patrons clad in expensive suits and glittering dresses were either seated in the personal booth for more privacy or dancing on the stage. Heads turned towards and the awareness of being watched creeped over my skin with a slight shiver. But I ignored it. Because I was Emma Moore and I had been under an eye of surveillance since the day my mother conceived me. My fingers clammed into a fist and breath wavered, but I focused on one thing only. The bar. I needed to stop it. Stop thinking for a while. Sex was unfortunately out of the question, but thankfully, humankind has created several other ways to stop thinking. One of them was—“One Negroni please,” I said to Joe, the bartender, who winked at me and started making one of my favourite drinks. “No more seconds today,
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 entire male population in the club clench their fists. She knew exactly what she was doing. Little vixen. Her baby blue eyes widened just a fraction when I stood up from the stool, easily towering her curvy, short frame even when she was donning the sexy pink heels. I could see the surprise and lust pooling in her panties—if she was wearing any—the way her breath hitched and the subtle clench of her thighs. Fuck me. I love the way she smelled. Sweet, sensual mix of coconut and heady vanilla. I raised my brow when her eyes peered over my frame for the umpteenth time. And for a split second, the urge to just tug down my sleeves and call it a day came bubbling up. The stupid idea of Sean