Novels by writer.Nia

I flip her so she’s on her stomach now and spread her ass, my gaze following the cum trailing down her leg. Elara tries to turn, her ass wiggling. “What are you—““Shhh,” I say, lining my cock against her pussy and ass hole.“Nathaniel—“ she freezes when I circle the rim of her asshole. “You can’t—““It’s okay,” I say. “I’m not fucking you here tonight. At least not yet.”An exhales escape her, but she doesn’t relax entirely, and I take that as an opportunity to slide my cock inside her pussy. This time, it’s slow, letting her feel every inch of it. When I’m buried balls deep inside her, I groan, reaching forward to flick her clit. She moans. “You want to know why I was avoiding you?” I ask, grinding deeper inside her. “Well, here it is.”She moans when my balls slap her clit this time, he fingers gripping the sheets tighter.“I was fucking scared,” I rasp. “Scared of how much you were getting under my skin. Scared of needing you this fucking much, Elara. And scared that if I let

Elara is still trembling around me.Her pussy is tight and wet, clenching on my cock as the last waves of her orgasm fade. I’m also obviously still buried deep inside her, breathing hard against her neck, my hands gripping her ass like if I let go, she’ll disappear.I don’t pull out.Fuck, I can’t. At least, not yet. My heart is pounding so hard it feels like it’s going to crack my ribs, and my pulse won’t stop thundering in my ears. Gosh. This wasn’t supposed to happen. None of this was supposed to happen.I had kissed her because I couldn’t stand another second of the distance. Because every day I avoided her, every early morning I left before she woke up, every late night I came home after she was asleep, it was killing me.I thought staying away would protect me.I thought that if I kept my distance, I wouldn’t have to face the truth that hit me that night after the kiss — the terrifying realization that somewhere along the way, this stopped being an arrangement.That she stoppe

A terrifying, pin-drop silence follows my words. The tension in the air has spiked now, and all I can hear is the wild thumping sound of my heart drumming against its ribcage while Nathaniel just looks at me. That annoying unreadable expression he’s worn on his face for days now is still there, and when he still doesn’t say anything, I take a step back. “I genuinely don’t think you understand what I’m trying to say at all,” my voice cracks, but I force it to remain steady. “I don’t know—“ I swallow past the clog in my throat. “Just—“ I don’t bother completing my sentence. Still, he says nothing. In response to his silence, a short laugh escapes me. Gosh, this isn’t funny. I’m not laughing because it’s funny. I’m laughing because I’m genuinely tired and my chest is hurting so badly. "You know what?" I ask with a shake of my head. “Forget it. You’re right. I don’t think we should have the conversation. It’s late.”This time, worry flashes in his eyes and he frowns. “Elara—“"No,

Five days.Five whole days for fuck’s sake.That's how long it's been since Theo left for a school camp. It’s been five days since the apartment became too quiet, and exactly five days since Nathaniel somehow became even quieter.In fact, I hear him less than I used to, and see him even less. He has normalized leaving for work before I wake up. Whenever I go out of our bedroom, his coffee mug would already be in the sink, his side of the bed cold too, as though he’d never been there at all. As if that’s not enough, he also comes home long after I’ve gone to sleep. Or at least, that’s what he think. At first, I convinced myself he was busy.Work had always been demanding, so Nathaniel disappearing into it wasn't exactly unexpected even though he still found time to spend with us before. Then the first morning became the second, and the second became the third.By the fourth, I stopped lying to myself and told myself the truth that he has been avoiding me. The realization had take

The front door hasn't even closed behind us before Theo starts talking again."...and then Dad said I still kick the ball like a penguin."I blink at that, genuinely confused. “A penguin?"“Yes,” he responds. “But he was joking.""I would hope so,” is all I say next. At that, Theo laughs and kicks off his trainers near the entrance before carrying his football under one arm.We’d just returned back home from the park after I went to pick him up, and now, he wouldn’t stop talking about his father. I love the smile on his face everytime he speaks. So, of course, I allow him despite the way my chest constricts at the mention of his father. “Mummy, you know,” he says. “I scored twice."I turn around to look at him and lift a brow. “Only twice?"Immediately, his eyes widen. “Mum.""What?" I ask. "He scored three.""Oh." I nod thoughtfully. “So he won."Theo groans dramatically like the thought of his father winning him is so ridiculous. “Well, mummy, you might want to know that he che

I don't move from where I’m standing. I remain where Nathaniel just left me and watch as the door to his study closes shut behind him, the clicking sound loud in the quiet penthouse. The next thing that follows is silence. A real, uncomfortable sentence that feels like it’s going to swallow me whole into an abyss. My gaze remains fixed on the closed door, my heart racing in my chest as I wait.But for what? What am I waiting for? For him to come back out? For him to say he didn't mean to leave like that?That’s not possible. And even as I still wait for something — for anything— to happen, it doesn’t. My lips are now tingling, and I lift my hand slowly to touch the spot, before rolling my lips in my mouth. I hadn't planned to kiss him at all. God. Why did I kiss him?At the thought, I squeeze my eyes shut.I had done that because he’d looked at me like he was letting me go in that moment, and I wasn’t sure how to feel about it. It was like he’d already decided I belonged somewh