❝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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P A R I S
That sickening, disgusting urge to throw up hits me like a wave, nearly knocking me down. My stomach churns, and my heart beats out of control. I can't let him see me. I'm too vulnerable to defend myself. If he finds me...
I dart into the first room I find, my hands shaking so hard that I can barely twist the knob. Once inside, I shut the door and lock it. I lean against it, slowly sinking to the floor. My chest feels tight-so tight I can barely breathe-and the room is spinning. I pull my knees to my chest and hug my legs, trying to calm down, trying to force air into my lungs.
Breathe, Paris.
Just breathe.
But my body refuses to cooperate. My vision blurs again, and I scratch at my throat as it constricts, desperate for air. I try to focus, to regain my strength, but everything feels so heavy. Suddenly, my phone buzzes again, cutting through the fog. I fumble with it, almost dropping it, and glance down and see his name.
Luciano.
My hands tremble as I answer, and before I can even say anything, his angry voice hits me.
"Paris, what the fuck? Where the hell are you? Did you really think I wouldn't notice you snuck out?"
His words make my chest tighten even more, but when I try to speak, all that comes out is a choked sob.
"L-Luciano..."
He goes silent on the other end, the harshness in his voice softening immediately.
"Paris? What's happening?"
I can barely speak, my breath hitching as another sob escapes me.
"I... I'm not okay... I don't feel well... I can't... breathe..." I choke out, the tears falling uncontrollably now.
"Shit. Stay with me. Breathe. I'm coming to get you. Where are you?" He asks urgently, his voice full of concern.
"I don't... I don't know where I am," I gasp between sobs, trying to push through the tightness in my throat. "I was at the party... at Aaron's, and then... he..."
"Aaron?" He echoes, his tone sharp and filled with barely restrained fury. "You're at Aaron's?"
Just hearing his name makes me feel like I'm going to be sick again, and I can't get the rest out. I try to breathe, but my chest is too tight, my head spinning.
"Luciano, I-" I stammer, but the air won't come and I start crying again.
"Hey, Paris, it's okay. Just breathe. Tell me the address."
I try again to explain, but my words are broken, jumbled.
"I don't know... I didn't mean to, I just... I can't breathe, Luciano... I can't..."
