"You really think I'm out here giving this dick to anybody else, beautiful?" She swallowed, watching my hands go to my zipper. I smirked, leaning down, dragging my fingers up her thigh, over her soaked panties. "Look at yourself in the mirror, Jade."

"Will it kill you to back the fuck up?" I snapped. "Yes, princess," he whispered sweetly against my ear, voice full of that sick affection. "It would. I would drop dead right here if I couldn't be next to you." "My lucky day," I muttered sarcastically.

Malika Danai is pressure. Friendly, social, and loved by all, Malika thrives in college and is often seen as a mirage - seemingly real and attainable but disappears when approached. She's a party girl to the core. Loves to drink, flirt, and explore with her best friends, Ayana and Isabella. Her beauty is undeniable. With curly black hair cascading over her shoulders and golden-brown skin that glows no matter where she's at, Malika's presence is impossible to ignore. Her dark brown eyes often sparks with mischief, and her full two-toned lips often curves into teasing grins that hints at secrets she rarely shares. Malika excels at a lot of things but she was never the study type. She prayed the night before exams and hoped that her grades would at least give her a passing score and somehow, that always worked. Until now... Her grades are barely holding on- good enough to pass, but not good enough for a sorority like the Alpha Kappa Alpha (AKA). She wants to join. No she needs to. It's the only way she can prove to her mother that she's worth it. And she'll do whatever it takes. Even if it means casting her pride aside to get help from the boy who loathes her existence. Meanwhile... Theo Sinclair is a weapon. An academic weapon that nobody can beat. Coming from an old money family where the expectations and bars are set high, Theo surpasses them all and is often pushed towards greatness by his family. Yet he has a big flaw: boredom. Because of his uncaring attitude towards everything and everyone around him, Theo is often alone. Deliberately avoiding attention and validation from peers; he thrives in the silence and rhythm of his own scheduled routines. He has only one rule; 'Never let myself feel things I can't control.' To him, parties are ratchet and vile. An enigma vastly contrasting his reverence for solitude, silence, and carefully ordered thoughts. So when he's pushed into an unwanted arrangement, he resents the intrusion because slowly, his rule...

This is an 18+ story with overtly sexual content and adult language. If you want a smut heavy read with a plot, this could be for you. It's obsessive love at first sight for a masked assassin who bites off more than he can chew when he decides to go after a seemingly innocent pink haired woman who might just have more secrets than he does. Preview: "Oh, do you feel how fucking tight you just got around me? I think you love this. I think your body loves getting fucked by me while I hold your life in my hands. I think that might be the only way your body ever truly accepts me. When it has no other choice." "Fuck, Deadeye! Put me back!" I panted but his words were making me soaking wet around him. My view of the city was spectacular. The windows of the tall buildings reflected with golden light that was streaked with oranges and pinks as the sun continued creeping up over the horizon. The adrenaline rushing through my body like a bullet train only made the feeling of him around me and inside of me heighten. "Shh, I told you, I'll do all the work. Just relax, watch the sunrise baby," he ordered softly in his deep, velvet voice, his hips pushing in and out of me as he spoke. "Pull me back!" "No. I want you to watch the sunrise with me. This is what I brought you here for." "Deadeye, I'm serious-!" He cut me off forcefully, "So am I! If you ask me to stop again I will push you off this roof even further," he growled. "You wouldn't want to accidentally fall, would you?" I wondered if he was teasing or not but as my hair blew in the wind beneath me it sure as hell didn't feel like it. "Ok, ok, please?" I tried to appeal to him by pleading since making demands wasn't working for me. "Oh, I like your begging baby but if you're not going to give me your name then I am going to call you 'mine' and I fuck what's mine however I choose. And this is how I'm choosing to fuck you today, Saph. All you have to do is be a good girl for me and enjoy it."

I cupped her face, planting a soft kiss on her beautiful lips. "Don't ever run from me, baby," I said softly, letting my thumb trace her jaw. "I love the chase." Her jaw tightened, her hands coming up to try and move mine. "Stop calling me baby, Ezra," she snapped, eyes flashing. I couldn't help but grin, dropping my voice to something low and dark. "Ohhh, now my baby has a problem with me calling her baby?" She shot me a glare, but I just tucked her hair behind her ear, pressing another kiss to her lips-gentler this time, lingering. "You don't get to tell me what to call you, baby." I leaned in closer, brushing my nose against hers. "You're whatever the fuck I call you."

"The things I did to stay sane without you" He groaned. I looked up as I felt the hotness on my face and the tingle in my body. I'd missed him a lot and I wasn't used to him anymore, so I was a bit shy. "Day and night I kissed your pics." he buried his face between my breasts, over my shirt and breathed in, his voice trembling and whiny, "Missed your sweet scent." He mumbled through the kisses. He pulled away and held my face with his palms. He touched his forehead to mine and closed his eyes. "Please. I beg of you. Please, wait for me. Don't forget me. Don't move on. I won't be able to handle it." He whispered, his voice cracking at the end as he stared at me with an agonizing look. MATURE AUDIENCE 18+ I AM STILL EDITING OLDER CHAPTERS.

I'm going to jerk off while I eat you, baby," Zae said before licking his lips. "And," Stefan said, low and firm, " you're going to jerk me off." I smiled shyly and nodded. Stefan adjusted the seat slightly. Once everyone was comfortable, I relaxed and released a deep breathe. "I'm getting thirsty again," Zae said, eyeing between my legs like a piece of fried chicken. "Then satisfy your thirst," I replied, adding a hint of seduction to my voice. ________________________________________ Ugly. Different. A freak. That's how nineteen year old Kaelani felt. Her home? A nightmare. Her aunt? Worse. And the world outside? Probably just as unkind. So she kept her head down, her heart guarded, and her hands busy-cleaning other people's messes for a living, while convincing herself no one would ever see her. Then they showed up. One charming, teasing, impossible to ignore. The other bold, confident, with a scar that makes her pulse quicken. And suddenly, Kaelani's carefully invisible world isn't so invisible anymore. Two men. One girl. Unspoken rules. Quiet obsession. And desire that waits... _______________________________________ Read at your own risk! Triggers inside!

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