Alle Kapitel von DON’T STOP: Kapitel 41 – Kapitel 50

RyderI went upstairs quietly, steps soft on the carpet so Martha wouldn’t hear me from downstairs. The house felt still as if supporting my movement. I reached Lila’s door and paused. My hand hovered over the wood. I didn’t want to wake her if she was asleep. I didn’t want to scare her if she was crying. But I needed to see her. Needed to know she was okay after everything I’d said and done.I knocked lightly. Just two gentle taps.A soft sniffle came from inside. Then silence.The door opened slowly.Lila stood there. Her eyes were red and glassy, lashes wet like she’d been crying for a while. Her cheeks were flushed. Her lips trembled just a little.My eyes widened. Surprise and worry hit me at once. “Hey, what happened to—”I didn’t finish. She slammed the door in my face.I reacted fast enough. My hand shot out and caught the edge before it could close completely. “Lila,” I whispered through the crack. “What’s happening?”“Go away,” she said. Her voice cracked.I sighed softly. P

LilaIt had been a week since Ryder divorced Delaney. He actually went through with it. He told me she had done something awful, something that left him traumatized, but he wasn’t ready to explain yet. He said he would tell me later when the words didn’t hurt so much. I understood, or at least I tried to. I told him to take whatever time he needed.But a week passed. There were no calls or even texts from him. No replies to the dozens of messages I sent. Every time I called, it rang straight to voicemail. Every time I waited for the little “seen” mark under my messages, it never appeared.I started wondering if he was falling out of love. Maybe the divorce changed something in him. Maybe the guilt finally caught up. Maybe he realized I was too young, too complicated, and too much trouble.I sat at the breakfast table staring at my plate. Mom noticed first.“Are you alright, sweetie?” she asked, voice soft with concern.I looked up and forced a smile. I nodded quickly. Dad glanced at m

RyderI started thrusting up into her hard and steadily, each stroke driving deep enough to make her gasp. The bench rocked beneath us. Wood groaned. The canopy lights swayed slightly overhead. Her pussy was so wet I could hear every slick slide — loud, obscene, echoing in the quiet yard. She rode me back, hips slamming down to meet every upward thrust, taking me deeper, grinding her clit against my pelvis at the end of each stroke.“Feel that?” I growled against her neck. “My cock stretching you open. Filling you up. You’re so fucking tight, baby. So wet. Dripping down my balls.”She moaned louder. Her hands clutched my hair. Pulled hard. “Yes… fuck, yes… harder…”I obliged. Thrusts turned brutal, fast, deep, and relentless. Each slam forward made her breasts bounce under her top. I yanked the fabric down, freeing them. My mouth closed over one nipple, sucking hard, teeth grazing, tongue flicking fast while my hips never slowed. She sobbed my name, her voice breaking on every thrust.

BellaI stirred under the thin duvet, the knock pulling me out of a dream I couldn’t quite remember. My body felt heavy, like I’d been sleeping for days instead of hours. I groaned softly and rolled toward the edge of the bed.“Lara… someone’s at the door. Can you check?”Silence.I cracked one eye open. Lara’s bed was a dark lump across the small room, her breathing slow and even. Still out cold. Typical.I fumbled for my phone on the nightstand. The screen lit up. It was 4:03 a.m. My stomach twisted. Who the hell knocks at four in the morning?Then I saw the notifications.Jones.Ten missed calls.The last one ended two minutes ago.My heart gave a funny little thud. Jones never called like that unless something was seriously wrong. I was about to hit redial when the knock came again. It was sharper and more insistent this time around.I swung my legs over the side of the bed, bare feet hitting the cold hardwood. The oversized T-shirt I slept in barely skimmed my thighs as I padded

BellaI couldn’t stop replaying the plan in my head as Lara and I slipped out of the English Department building that night, the stolen key still warm in my palm from where I’d pocketed it earlier that afternoon.It had been almost too easy.Professor Black had been distracted, his phone pressed to his ear, pacing behind his desk while he argued with someone in a low, clipped voice. I’d come in pretending to ask about an extension on a nonexistent assignment, lingering just long enough to spot the spare key hanging on a small hook behind a stack of books. One quick swipe while his back was turned, and it was mine. He never even glanced my way.Now, hours later, under the cover of darkness, we’d used it.The office smelled the same—old paper, leather, and that faint trace of his cologne that always made my stomach twist in ways I didn’t want to admit. Lara moved like she’d done this before, silent and sure. She found the perfect spot: a small decorative shelf high on the wall, angled j