Mag-log in“Cheer up. She’d be back any minute now,” Buggy said, slurring his words. He’d taken so much alcohol and that was perhaps the sixteenth time he’d said she’d back. But she wasn’t. Not yet. I wasn't sure what to do with the rest of the cake that I’d kept for her. Of course, she didn’t know I’d made it. She didn’t have to. It’d almost been impossible because she kept her eyes on me constantly. I’d nearly forgotten how it felt to not be by her side. I turned to look at Slink. It was nice to see him again after his absence. Though ever since he returned, he seemed to spend most of his time talking to this club girl that Remy had made him invite— Sasha, was it?She was cool. A little scary because she spoke little and was also glaring. But cool. I looked at Buggy who was now snoring over the table and the rest of the men around. They were all drinking and talking. They were grateful for the free drinks and cake. Just like Cole had said they would be. Yes. He planned the party. He said
He’s recording me. He could use this against me. He wouldn’t. I knew he wouldn’t. The thought was stypid, same way my body was. Because even though I was a bit worried that he might use it against me somehow, my pussy was quivering excitedly. I moved, the tightness of the truck squeezing me closer to him. I looked at his cock… my breath hitched as I clamped my teeth clamped harder on the shirt. He was hard. Throbbing like he hadn’t just cum. I wondered how many times he could go even though he came, and the image of me being plugged with all of his cum had my nipples hardening. “Remy.”The threat in his voice sent goosebumps down my spine as I reached for his cock. The angling in the truck was still a little hard but I managed, raising myself up. And then I sank. Just the tip and every nerve in my body fired up. I didn’t know where to place my hand but he held it, placing it right on his chest, his eyes still on me. Decker was looking at me like he knew I could do it by myself,
When Blake kissed me, I hated it. I thought I’d throw up. I thought I’d die. I thought of how different kissing you is. Kissing you feels as natural as breathing. I want to always have my lips on you. “Fuck.” My stomach tightened. My pussy walls were already clenching hard around him. Fingers. Fucking fingers and I could feel the world spin. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry—”He hit me. The slap wasn’t strong, but it was hard enough to send a jolt straight down to my pussy. I clenched harder on his fingers. They were so thick, and the pace in which he was going— fuck. Fuck. “Trying to rile me up? Do you have a death wish, baby?”My legs were awkward as I tried to find a suitable position. My back hurt pressing on the wheel. I felt like I was going to be squashed from how everywhere was pressing into me— but none of it mattered because my entire focus was on Decker. “M-Maybe—”He took his fingers out. He took his fingers out.I gasped at the sudden emptiness, my body clenching aroun
How did I let it get this bad?My hand stayed on her thighs as she changed through the songs on the radio. I wasn’t sure what she thought it might mean. If she knew I’d scarred my hand to stop the itching. To stop the voices. Keep driving. Take her away from here. I clenched the wheel tighter. I couldn’t. I couldn’t take her from her home. From everyone she loved. Why would I? You’re the Reaper King. You can handle this. I could. But I abandoned that life for her. She didn’t know who I was. She had no idea. The things I had done. The things I had recently began all over again…“I like this one.” Remy was smiling now as she looked at me. “Fuck. Look at me. Here I was thinking after all this time, I’d stop being such a pop girly, but I guess I’m always gonna be mushy.”The song was soothing. I couldn’t make out the words. It had recently become harder to make out words when it wasn’t Remy speaking. It was almost as if
Come to the storage room. Decker’s message rang through my head. Storage room. Not here. Not the cabin. He couldn’t even be here with me in this shit place. And this marriage thing… What does he want? To fuck? He can’t even pretend to be here with me? He can’t pretend to want me for anything but sex? What are we? What is this? “Remy—” I spun around, my eyes hard. “What the fuck do you want?” Garett stared at me the way he always did, like I was some freak of nature he couldn’t categorize properly. I hated him. That wasn’t going to change. “You could just say no.” “No. Fuck off.” I turned around, my heart pounding. “We’re not friends.” “That’s the one thing you need right now, don’t you think?” My head snapped back to him. “What the fuck does that mean?” Garett stared at me. His knife spun that fucking useless knife of his around. “What do you think I mean? Look around you, Princess. The people here are so fucking little. And what? Everyone’s talking shit about you and you’
“SURPRISE!”I stopped at the door of the main house, my arm instantly shielding my face as confetti and streamers filled the air. I held back a hiss as I stared at the first face I saw. Buggy. “What the fuck is happening?”He was a big looking man and yet, somehow, he looked like he was trying to find somewhere to hide. “Cheer up, princess,” There were other people here. Other members of the group. Even Garett was in a corner like the rat he was, watching. The entire main house was decorated with a cake somewhere in the middle as Slink continued, “We realized we never celebrated you graduating. I found your college scores. 4.0. Honors. I’m so fucking impressed, I can’t even call you out for cheating.”Wolf stood a few feet away, a cake in his hand. “There’s been a lot… going on. Some of us just wanted to do something nice for you. To cheer you up. You’d have… done the same.”Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. My stomach turned. And I felt sick. I could still feel Blake’s lips on me. His hand o
“Never seen anyone look this pretty to unclog a toilet before. You seen it before, Slink?” Buggy asked. Slink, the two timing bastard, leaned backwards into the cars. “Been in a rundown club with piss being sprayed in the air. Never a pretty woman going at it with shit.” I stopped my momentary
I looked much more like my father than I did my mom which wasn’t too disappointing especially since he was still a stud at fifty. Gray hair that made him like a silver fox in his prime. And those dark eyes that spelled trouble. Made sense why mom fell for him. Also made sense why I fell for Dec
They missed me so much, it was almost unbelievable. “Jesus Christ, did you get surgery , when did your ass get so big?!” Buggy said, his gold teeth gleaming at me. “You look so fucking hot, Remy!” An old rookie and friend, Slink chipped in. “Hope you’re staying forever, this time! Almost got
“You should have locked the door, baby,” Were the words I said to my fiancé before I smashed my baseball bat into his face for cheating on me with my best friend. Or the bitch I thought was my best friend. Of course, I destroyed his apartment, maybe even ripped up important certificates and whate







