❝Book 1 in the 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 series
He spreads my folds wide, his hungry mouth latching onto my clit, sucking hard and licking expertly. My hips move on their own, riding his face as soft whimpers escape me.
Just when I think I can't take any more, he...
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L U C I A N O
I stand in the kitchen, staring down at the meal I've just made-Paris's favorite. The smell fills the room, but it doesn't ease the heaviness in my chest. Two weeks. Two fucking weeks since that night, and she's still shutting me out.
Every day, she locks herself in her room after school, barely speaks, and sometimes skips dinner. I only see her briefly in the mornings before we leave, and even then, she barely looks at me. Tonight's no different.
It's late, and I know she's locked herself in her room again, keeping me out. I've been coming home early every day, hoping to catch her before she disappears, but it never works.
The house is too quiet, too empty without her voice or her smile. I grip the counter, trying to keep my frustration in check. I miss her laughter and that playful look she used to give me. Now all I get is silence. It fucking pisses me off.
I'm angry at myself for causing this, and angry at her for avoiding me. But I can't force her to talk to me. She's shutting me out, and I don't know how to reach her anymore.
I throw the dish towel onto the counter and glare at her closed door, my jaw clenched. She's in there, but she won't come out, won't talk to me. I rake a hand through my hair, pacing.
I feel trapped, powerless, and I hate it. I fucking hate this lack of control. With a frustrated sigh, I set the table anyway, even though I know she might not come. Once I'm done, I go upstairs and knock on her door.
"Paris, dinner's ready." I call out, but there's no response.
Typical.
I sigh, rubbing the back of my neck as I head back downstairs, knowing she won't come out. It's been the same damn thing for two weeks now-me trying, her ignoring me.
But something makes me stop on the stairs, an instinct that tells me to try again. I hesitate for a second before turning around and going back to her room. I knock harder this time.
"Paris, come on, you need to eat."
Nothing. No sound from the other side. I narrow my eyes, feeling a flicker of worry. Richard gave me a spare key to every room in the house before I moved in. I never thought I'd need it, but now it feels necessary. I head to my room to get the keys and then head back to her door.
"Paris, I'm coming in." I warn before using the key to unlock the door and push it open.
The room is dark, and I see her curled up under the covers, sleeping. I sigh, feeling a pang of guilt for breaking in like this. She's been through enough without me barging in like some overbearing idiot. As I turn to leave, I hear a faint whimper.
I freeze, frowning as I look back at her. She's still asleep, but something feels off. I step closer, my eyes narrowing at how tightly she's wrapped herself in the blankets. The AC isn't on, and it's not cold enough for her to be bundled up like this.
