Ria De La Ria Book Club

  Chapter 40 Lydia POV "Get on the desk and spread your legs," she demands in a tone that leaves no room for questions. But I don't move from my knees. I still have her cock in my mouth. I feel energized, like I could suck her off again. But no way in hell am I letting her eat me out. She looks so eager, though. I didn't get to shower. I obviously smell like sweat down there. I don't think I could stand watching her go down on me like this. I grasp her cock firmly. "I want to suck you off again." She glared at me. I groan, rising to my feet. "I smell like sweat and pee," I complain. "At least let me—" "Get on the desk, Lydia. On all fours. Make sure you turn around; you know I like to eat you from behind." "And all those times I take a shower... just let me use the bathroom—" "Desk," she growls, like some primal caveman. I roll my eyes but nonetheless shimmy out of my jeans and panties...

  Chapter 39 Lydia POV "You look a little pale today, a little low on amino acids," she said. "Excuse me..." She stood, and I heard the loud creak of her zipper ripping down. What the fuck is she doing? "Come get your protein intake." ********* I was a bit hesitant to get in the elevator with Zayn, given what happened last time. I held onto the bar, just in case she tried anything. Her body was slightly turned, and she had her hands stuffed in her slacks pockets as usual. "How was work? You look a little pale." I felt my face stupidly, as if I could feel what pale meant. But I didn't feel pale or sick. I thought the cold weather might change my looks. I just didn't know it would happen so soon. This meant I'd have to use more blush on my cheeks and cut back on foundation. So far, I'd gotten the hang of makeup. I'd been missing out my whole life. "Work was boring," I remembered to answer. ...

  Chapter 37 Lydia POV The car pulled into the garage, vanishing from sight. The tension between us skyrocketed, and before I could climb out, Zayn roughly yanked me toward her side. I straddled her lap on the seat, our tongues clashing fiercely. With one hand, she pulled the car door open; with the other, she gripped my waist. She stepped out, and I wrapped my legs tightly around her upper torso. I felt her walking, but she paused at the step leading to the house door. Her free hand slid to my stomach as she quickly unbuckled her belt. "Can you do something for me, Lydia?" she asked, her voice a panting breath. The kiss had left us both breathless, but my neck arched like a turtle snapping for more of her lips. "Mhmm..." I hummed. "Good girl," she whispered, lowering me—not to my feet, but to my knees. Both her hands now worked to free herself, undoing her belt and opening her pants fully. I knew exactly what she wanted as I peered up at her...

  Chapter 34 Lydia POV The tip of the knife bore into my body as I traced it up from my ankle bones to my thighs. She watched me intently. This, however, felt like torture. I personally didn't know what I was doing. At this moment, I was just tracing lines on my skin. The knife wasn't as sharp as I thought it would be, and something told me I wasn't the first to use it. The fake cock, going to her house, the knife, and taking me out for a drink—it's all an act. Many more girls have fallen victim to this, and that's why I was trying my best not to see her in another light. "Use your other hand and massage one of your breasts; do it slow and sensual. Imagine it's me touching you...only me." Her voice lowered, just a few decibels short of a whisper for my ears to hear. I nodded, complying with what she was saying. I softly squeezed my non-existent breast. I was getting the nipple hard and firm—for what? My skin had red welts as if it had been st...

  Chapter 11 Hassan’s POV My office was growing more crowded by the second, packed with people offering congratulations on my engagement to Sakina. Honestly, I would’ve preferred all the cheek kisses and shoulder pats to happen at the ceremony tonight—not here, not now. The ceremony was set to take place here, and I already regretted it. The air felt too tight—I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. I shrugged off my jacket, leaving myself in just my vest and shirt, sleeves rolled, frustration rising. Everyone was too damn close. Too damn cheerful. My uncle slid into the chair across from me, his cane resting between his legs. The man was as old as time. “Congratulations,” he said. “Thanks… I’m working,” I replied, not bothering to look up from the paperwork in front of me. “You’ve outpaced quite a few young bachelors who were lining up to court her. You’ve done well for yourself. That one had a lot of eyes on her.” “Well, Uncle,” my gaze, to him, “I hope those eyes ha...