Chapters (42)
- Playlist
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Chapter Thirty-Two
- Chapter Thirty-Three
- Chapter Thirty-Four
- Epilogue
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- Connect
- Acknowledgments
- About the Author
“I intend to.” He grabs my arm, jerking me along as he slams the deserted stairwell door open, and I’m not gonna lie, as much as I hate him, I also like the rush. The door slams shut with a loud bang, and he pushes me forward, my hands grabbing the metal railing. His hands jerk my hips tight on his erection, and he rubs it against my ass.
“Tell me, Raven, were you gonna let Andrew fuck your ass?” His other hand goes to the back of my neck. “No one gets you but me.” His other hand snakes around to my stomach and into my pants.
“You don’t own me. I can fuck whoever I want.” I smile, then gasp as his two fingers stroke me.
“That’s my little whore. You’re so wet,” he whispers and bites my ear. “Unbutton your slacks.” And suddenly his hands are gone as I hear him unbuckling his belt. I should try to at least make an effort to get away. I just called him out for being a bad guy and a bully, but I want him.
It’s just sex. It means nothing. I undo my slacks.
“Take them off,” he demands.
I kick off my heels and let them fall to the cement, praying the floor is somewhat clean while I step out of my panties.
“Wait. What if someone comes down the stairs, or… Jesus.” His fingers are back inside me, rubbing, stroking, so deep.
“Fuck, this cunt is tight.” And all I can do is hold on to the railing while he rubs that magical spot and I start to climb.
“Jett. I’m going to come.” My voice is almost frantic.
“Not yet,” he grunts. “I need to eat this cunt.” His fingers are gone, and I almost scream. Maybe I do. I’m beyond caring.
“Jesus Christ.” When he looks at me, his blue eyes are almost black.
Spreading my legs, I lower my ass till I’m sitting on the edge of the cold concrete steps.
“You can come. I want you to come in my mouth.” He kneels, and everything slows. It’s just us, our breathing, his mouth. I lean my head back and arch up as he starts to suck on my clit. Nothing, no one in this world, will ever be able to make me feel like this.
“Oh fuck,” I whimper.
He grabs my hips, using his tongue to fuck my slick core, in and out, before it returns to my clit.
One hand grabs the railing as my body tightens. Every single cell is tingling as I go over. Wave after wave of unending pleasure flows through me as he watches me come undone.
He stands, unzips his slacks, and brings out his cock. Barely able to breathe, I lick my lips at his thick, pulsing member.
“Turn around.” His voice seems strained.