Take-Out || Short Story
- LETTURE 185
- Voti 7
- Parti 2
He really should have just minded his own business.
He really should have just kept walking.
But even right now-as Beckett gazes into the camera that sat on Theodosia's Desk, hidden by a bottle of pain relievers she's never used, watching her play with herself he can't help but feel alive.
Excited.
Feverish.
Electric.
And so damn Satisfied.
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Authors Note
Beneath His Gaze
I could always tell when Miles had one of those moods. It started subtle - the way his eyes lingered a little longer, the way he adjusted the tilt of my chin when I was talking too much and not looking at him. "Sit," he said softly, pointing to the couch as if it was the most natural thing in the world. I raised a brow, teasing him. "Bossy already? We just got home." His lips curved, that half-smile that meant he wasn't going to argue. "Exactly. Sit." I sighed, dramatic, but I did as he said. The moment I settled, he leaned down and kissed my forehead, a sweet contrast to his commanding tone. My heart melted, like it always did - he was gentle and fierce all at once, and it was impossible not to fall for both sides of him.
Co-Workers With Benefits
He stops talking at the sight of me and looks me up and down, leaning against my door frame. "Damn ma you look sexy as hell." I look myself in the mirror, tracing my curves in the dress. "Thank you, Dion." "You still ain't tell me where you're going though." "I'm going on a date." I say picking up my bag and turning to him. His eyes turn dark and his expression changes immediately as he pushes himself of the frame. "You're going where?" "On a date." I repeat. "With who?" "With Devon." "Devon?!" His voice booms. "Okay, imma need you to lower ya tone." I tell him, scrunching my features at him. He gives a dry laugh and rubs his hands across his face. "Is this because I'm going over to Paige's place?" He walks closer to me. "Fine, then I won't go." ~ 25 year old Venice Carter gets into a strictly pleasure-only relationship with her colleague Dion Miller. Everything works out fine until something terrible happens to Venice's apartment, causing her to move in with him and feelings quickly start to get involved. Both doubt that the other reciprocates and the affection only continues to grow the more time they spend together. Will they admit their feelings for each other or will they continue to hide them and remain co-workers with benefits? Warning!⚠️: Contains explicit sex scenes and mature content. Read at your own discretion.Completa
Ruined Softly
It started with a moan behind closed doors. It ended with her blindfolded, wrecked, and begging for more. Aria was the quiet assistant. The good girl. Until the night Roman Hayes caught her touching herself - not to porn, not to fantasy... but to the sound of her boss fucking someone else. He didn't fire her. He offered her a choice: Enter his world. No strings. No shame. No one can know. Now she's crawling through velvet hallways in stilettos, learning what it means to be owned, worshipped, and ruined by a man who swore he'd never love again. She calls him Sir - but nothing feels casual about the way he touches her. Nothing feels safe about how fast she's falling. He said it was just an arrangement. She said she could handle it. But obsession doesn't play by the rules. And when softness ruins a man like Roman... there's no going back.Completa
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𝐀 𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐋𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓
❝ 𝐢𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐧 ─ 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐲 ❞ He had her pinned without a single touch, caging her between his body and the cold metal of the lockers. "You really think you scare me?" she murmured, low and razor-edged, each word a deliberate dare. Theo didn't answer right away. His gaze locked on hers, slow and deliberate, raking over her face like he was memorising the shape of her defiance. That look promised pain... and something darker, something Elora hated herself for recognising. The air between them was thick enough to choke on, laced with danger and an electric pull she refused to acknowledge. When he finally spoke, his voice was a quiet snarl, velvet and venom. "I'm just so fucking tired of you and that smart little mouth." Elora didn't blink. Didn't give him the satisfaction. Instead, her lips curled into a slow, mocking smirk, the kind that always got her into trouble. "Yeah? Keep talking and I'll break your fingers." Theo moved in before she could breathe, erasing the final inch of space like it had never existed. His long fingers grazed her jaw, slow enough to make it feel like a warning. Veins flexed under his skin as his grip closed, firm but not cruel, angling her face up until there was nowhere to look but at him. His shadow bled over hers, his chest brushing hers, the faint scent of him threading through her breath. Then came the drag of heat - his breath, steady and unhurried - grazing her cheek like he had all the time in the world to ruin her. His mouth curved into a smile that didn't reach his eyes, all sharp blades and quiet cruelty. "Promise?"
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