Chapters (65)
- Dedication
- Playlist
- Prologue
- FIFTEEN YEARS AGO
- One
- SIX YEARS AGO
- Two
- PRESENT
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- ARIA
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty One
- Twenty Two
- Twenty Three
- Twenty Four
- Twenty Five
- Twenty Six
- Twenty Seven
- Twenty Eight
- Twenty Nine
- Thirty
- Thirty One
- Thirty Two
- Thirty Three
- Thirty Four
- Thirty Five
- Thirty Six
- Thirty Seven
- Thirty Eight
- Thirty Nine
- Forty
- Forty One
- SIX YEARS LATER
- Forty Two
- Epilogue
- ONE YEAR LATER
- Author’s Note
- Prologue
- JANE REYES
- Chapter One
- JANE REYES
- Untitled
- Untitled
- Killian De Luca
- Killian De Luca
- NINE YEARS AGO
- Untitled
- Acknowledgments
- 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.