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Chapters (65)
  1. Dedication
  2. Playlist
  3. Prologue
  4. FIFTEEN YEARS AGO
  5. One
  6. SIX YEARS AGO
  7. Two
  8. PRESENT
  9. Three
  10. Four
  11. Five
  12. Six
  13. Seven
  14. ARIA
  15. Eight
  16. Nine
  17. Ten
  18. Eleven
  19. Twelve
  20. Thirteen
  21. Fourteen
  22. Fifteen
  23. Sixteen
  24. Seventeen
  25. Eighteen
  26. Nineteen
  27. Twenty
  28. Twenty One
  29. Twenty Two
  30. Twenty Three
  31. Twenty Four
  32. Twenty Five
  33. Twenty Six
  34. Twenty Seven
  35. Twenty Eight
  36. Twenty Nine
  37. Thirty
  38. Thirty One
  39. Thirty Two
  40. Thirty Three
  41. Thirty Four
  42. Thirty Five
  43. Thirty Six
  44. Thirty Seven
  45. Thirty Eight
  46. Thirty Nine
  47. Forty
  48. Forty One
  49. SIX YEARS LATER
  50. Forty Two
  51. Epilogue
  52. ONE YEAR LATER
  53. Author’s Note
  54. Prologue
  55. JANE REYES
  56. Chapter One
  57. JANE REYES
  58. Untitled
  59. Untitled
  60. Killian De Luca
  61. Killian De Luca
  62. NINE YEARS AGO
  63. Untitled
  64. Acknowledgments
  65. About the Author

I look down as I pull out and see her coating me.

My eyes flutter closed as I move back inside her.

Fuck.

I keep a steady pace for a little even though I want to go rougher and faster but seeing her squirming and wanting more just brings me so much pleasure.

"God, Xander just fuck me already."

She grinds into me and I start going faster.

"Fucking naughty girl. Dancing on a pole and flirting with those boys and shit," I grunt and fuck her harder. Her eyes roll back so much she probably sees nothing but darkness. My breathing was rough, and I bet my hair was a mess from how many times I ran my fingers through it. I bring my hands down to spread her ass cheeks apart to give me more room. “Talk shit now, Thalia.”

"Oh, my-oh my god, fuck!" she screams making me know that I found her fucking spot.

I fuck her harder and faster before she cums around me making me follow right after, shooting my load inside her.

She is going to be the fucking death of me.

Nineteen

I hear a beeping sound, waking me up from unconsciousness.

I open my eyes and turn to the side table and press the off button on my phone making the beeping stop.

I hear a groan next to me making me turn around and see Alexander with his eyes closed. His hair is a mess and that’s probably because of how much he was moving in the bed.

I look down at his puffy, parted lips and see his tattooed chest heaving up and down.

God, he looks good.

He always looks good.

I look around the room and see that it is a mess. Some stuff that was on counters is now on the floor.

Alexander wasn't kidding when he said he would fuck me on every piece of furniture.

The events of last night came rolling in and it hit me like a fucking truck of how Alexander fucked me.

The heat in my stomach makes me want to reach inside and take it out.

Alexander and I had sex and although it was probably the most pleasurable experience ever, it feels wrong. I thought I hated him but last night was far from hate. Or maybe he and I fucked because we hate each other so much. It's all so confusing.

But no matter what it can never happen again. Alexander is nothing but a fuckboy who doesn't care about other people’s feelings while I am just a girl who was horny and needed a way to feel satisfied and after last night I have never felt so satisfied in my life.

His touch on my skin felt like fire and I loved how he felt inside me and when he kissed me everywhere. Every time he kissed me, I felt shivers going down my body and then fireworks exploding in my stomach.