Until Him (Inevitable, #1)

by Cora Rose

“I don’t want your money.” I open my mouth to protest but then he says, “I’ll agree to tutor you if you let me fuck you.”

Why does he keep staring at me? I don’t think he’s checking me out, either. I think he’s probably measuring my skin for lampshades. Maybe he’ll cook up my ass and eat it with a side of broccolini.

It feels so fucking different. Different from holding onto my own dick. Maybe because he’s bigger than me, but damn. I’m holding another dude’s cock in my hand. It’s fucking with my mind.

Never had another dude’s come in my belly button before. It’s like a tiny swimming pool. I should set up a small diving board or some shit.

I scratch behind her ear, and she tilts her head, a low purr flowing from her. Alright, Curie. You’re alright. Just don’t watch so intently when we fuck around—freaks a man out.

“Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this too, was a gift.”

“Intelligence isn’t always measured in academics.”

I don’t want it to be safe from him. I want it to be violated. Trespass, Theo. Stick that big dick right up inside of me.

“Take care of the ones you love while you still have them, Logan. Because one minute they’re here and the next, they could be gone.”

This is worse than having a cucumber disappear into my ass. Death by orgasm—what will the coroner think?

My journal sits next to me on the bed, and I roll the pencil between my fingers, itching to write it all down. How I’m feeling, how I’m breaking. How I’m fucking miserable without him.

Fuck. I don’t want to be his friend. I want to be his everything.

Yep, I’m totally fucking him later. Or he’s fucking me. Preferably me. Stick that cock right up my ass, Theo. Don’t tempt me with the zucchini.

All I do know is: there is no steeling my heart. It’s already thawed, completely melted, and at his mercy.