Black Sheep

by Alexa Harlowe

“Tap me on the shoulder three times if it’s too much.” I glare at him through a menacing smile and tighten my grip around his. “I can take what you have to give, Dr. Kaplan.” An equally wicked smile flickers across his lips. “Oh I know you can, sweetheart. Just look at how well you take me,” he says, and pulls out to the tip of his erection. He trusts in hard, burying his cock as deep as it will go. “All of me.”

“You look good on your knees for me, Dr. Kaplan,” I whisper next to his ear.

My chest burns with the urge to claim this woman in every way possible. With my mouth. With my hands. With my words and promises. And most definitely with my cock that strains against my pants.

I want to tie your legs open so I can devour you when I please. I want to fall asleep with my cock still buried in your pussy and wake you up by thrusting into you. I want to fuck your mouth until you choke on my dick.

“Dr. Kaplan… Do you have a naughty drawer at work?” “I do.” “How very filthy. I thought Berkshire University was meant to be a fine upstanding center of academic excellence.” “Aside from my cock, there is nothing upstanding about me when it comes to you. And now that I’ve had a taste of that sweet pussy of yours, I will do literally anything to stay exactly where

am. I don’t care who I have to rob or kill,” I say

It takes me a moment to realize I’ve been smiling down at my phone like an idiot.

“Tap three times if it gets too much.” “Tug on my hair three times if it gets too much,” she replies,

“Now take it like a good girl and make me come.”

In that case, the best fit is someone who has left Legio Agni and wants revenge for everything that was stolen from them.

bingo.

“As long as you know that when I win, I’m going to tear you apart. I will not be gentle, Bria. I will not be kind. Unless you tap out, I am going to make you suffer in every moment of your pleasure. You’ll beg, Bria. I promise you.”

“If only you knew how badly I want to ruin you like you’ve ruined me.”

I’m falling in love with you.

“Hi, sweetheart.”

No one has ever said that to me before.

“I like him.”

Gabriel Kaplan is Caron Berger.

i’m speechless.

“Let it be known, Dr. Kaplan,” Bria says as she trails a hand down my neck and onto my chest, “you screamed for me first.”

“Because someone is coming to kill Caron, and whoever it is, they don’t care who stands in their way.”

my queen Bria

I’m in love with Elijah Kaplan.

“I love you.”

“Bria…” he says, letting my name linger. “I love you too, sweetheart.”

My mother.

she? I should have fought harder, like Ava did. I should have told her I loved her even though we weren’t allowed. I did, I did love my daughter, I just didn’t know how to do it right.

If anyone could learn and overcome that world, it’s Ava. And she would destroy it.”

“I love you, Bria Brooks,” Eli’s voice says on a loop.

You might not think it’s true or feel it too, and that’s okay. But I love you. And if I fail this time, I just wanted you to know.”

“When you get to hell, tell Donald Soversky Jr.… Tell him I’ll be seeing him soon, I think.”

her. “I do really love you,” she says. “And I’m sorry.” “I know, sweetheart. I’m sorry too.”

And this afternoon was the memorial service for Samuel Brooks.

Opus #139.

“Flower in the dust. In the darkest night you bloom.”

“Yet I find that when I watch you, swimming for the shore, these things I thought untrue, I can deny no more. Flower in the dust. In my darkest night you bloom.”

This is real.

“Don’t you want to come, Mrs. Brooks-Kaplan?”

“Then you’d better start using the right word,” he says, his voice teasing in my ear.

“I need you to make me come…husband.”

“How did I get so lucky to have the hottest wife on the planet?” “I think it was the cherry tree that sealed the deal,” I reply with a grin. “That’s my favorite gift I’ve ever received.”

“I love you, Pancake. Ride safe.”

“I love you too,” I say, and then we’re off.

Maybe he thinks the devil’s still at his back.” I lower my binoculars to beam a wide smile at Eli. “Maybe she is.” “You like your present?” “I love it.” “Better than the tree?” “Yeah,” I reply, glancing through the binoculars once more. “Better than the tree.” “Then here,” Eli says, nudging my elbow. He passes me a small black bag. “You’ll need this.”