Chapter 3: MY HOUSEMATE FINALLY BREAKS ME AND OPENS A NEW WORLD OF PLEASURE
I can’t fight it anymore.
The tension between Riley and me has been building like a storm for weeks. Every touch, every lingering look, every whispered “good girl” has chipped away at my resistance until there’s nothing left but raw, aching need.
Tonight, it finally snaps.
I’m in my room studying when Riley walks in wearing nothing but an oversized t-shirt. No bra. No panties. Her n*****s are hard against the thin fabric. She closes the door behind her and locks it.
“Soph,” she says softly, but her voice is thick with hunger. “I’m done teasing. I need you. And I know you need me too.”
I open my mouth to protest — to say I’m straight, that this is wrong, that I can’t — but the words die in my throat when she c
