My Bully's Love

We have been neighbors our whole lives and were best friends when we were kids. Now he is my bully who claims that I am his to torment. There is only one little problem, I have been in love with him since I was sixteen. For two years, Jace Palmer has tortured me with his cruelty in the halls of our high school, but how do I make him stop when it's those same actions that excite me more than they should. Especially when he slams me against a locker and whispers, "You've been a bad girl, Ella." Now that he's claimed me as his own, he opens my eyes to the darkness within me, turning everything that I have ever known into a thing of the past while helping me to embrace my new role in his life. Only by doing so, it unlocks a piece of me that will change everything. Once my true self comes forward, will he be able to handle the aftermath of his choices?

Chapters

Chapter 4

"Did you get off on my punishing you, Ella.or are my hands making you all wet?"

I'm too embarrassed to say anything, so I just shake my head back and forth. His finger dips between my folds and passes through the slickness a few times before Jace removes it. I hear him groan and then a wet popping sound comes from behind me, where he is standing.

"Mm.who knew your slutty pussy would taste this good?" Suddenly, his hand comes down on my already numb butt, "Don't ever lie to me again. You got turned on by me spanking you!" He smirks.

I'm too scared to move; too afraid that my now really wet area will make a sound when I move, and it's the last thing I want him to hear. Thankfully, he takes the initiative and pulls up first, my panties, and then my shorts. I take it as my cue to stand up and button my shorts up, but I refuse to look at him. I can only imagine what I look like after crying while wearing mascara, but he doesn't care, he turns me towards him, and gripping my chin, he forces my head up.

"Damn, Ella. If I didn't despise you so much, I'd say you look fucking beautiful with your mascara running down your wet face." He gazes at me, taking in everything he can before a sadness crosses his handsome features, "I really wish things didn't change between us, Ella. You could have experienced so much with me," The hardness that I'm used to seeing takes hold once more, "Too bad I slutty girls don't interest me." He shoves my head away, and snatching his bag off the desk beside us, he heads towards the door, stopping before he opens it. Looking back over his shoulder, he looks me up and down, before meeting my eyes, "Obey me next time, and don't ever hide from me, Ella, or next time you will be bared and then punished. You wouldn't want my friends to see you like that, now, would you?"

He actually waits for my answer, so I hurry up and give it, "N-No, I don't."

"Yeah, well, we will see about that. Go home and clean yourself up. You look pathetic."

I'm finally left alone to gather myself together. Moving over to the big sink where the students wash their hands after handling art supplies, I look at myself in the mirror above it, and gasp. I look horrific! Bending over, I quickly wash all the makeup from my face, removing all evidence that Jace made me cry.

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Thank God I don't have to drive my sister and brother home today, because I don't know if I can keep it together being around anyone right now. As I pull into our driveway, I see Jace climbing out of his new jeep that he got for his eighteenth birthday. He smirks at me and then pushes the finger he used on me into his mouth and started sucking on it. I turn and run up the walkway, and into my house. I don't stop running until I get to my room, slamming the door closed. I lean against it, panting as I catch my breath, but running all the way up here isn't the only reason why I'm panting. Jace Palmer is what has me trying to get my heart rate down.

What he did to me in that empty classroom was humiliating and shameful, but deep down, I liked it. I liked it even more when his hands rubbed the gel into my heated skin that he caused with his own hand. To make matters worse, his finger almost had me coming all over! He never would have let me live that down. I'm already worried what he will tell tweedle dee and tweedle dum about what happened after they left the room.

Damn him! Why does he have this effect on me? I never had feelings for him until after he started bullying me. I have been crushing on my bully for two years, and now, he's just made it worse. Knowing what his hands feel like when they touch my bare skin, will be burned into my soul forever. What did I ever do to deserve this, and why did he keep calling me slutty? He knew I was still a virgin when we were still friends, and then he went and scared everybody away, so even if I wanted to, there is no one in my age group that I could have lost it to.

I'm so frustrated! I wish I had someone to talk to, it would be so nice to be able to talk to my two best friends, but he even scared them off! I mean, they don't hate and treat me badly like everyone else, if anything they pity me. I can see it in their eyes every time we cross paths, but they are unwilling to anger Jace by talking to me. I don't understand how he can make a whole school scared of him.

Sighing, I head to my bathroom ensuite as I start pulling off my clothes. A bath is what I need right now; a bath and some music, because thanks to the bully next door, I have something that needs attention. I'm just about to step into the tub when I hear my phone ping with a text message. I go back to my room and grab my cell from the bed where I tossed it when I came in. My heart skips a beat when a name that I haven't seen in two years, pops up. I open the text and read it, furrowing my brows.

JP: Do Not Touch Yourself!

Another text pops up.

JP: I mean it, Ella! If you touch that pussy, YOU WILL BE PUNISHED!

"What the hell?" I say to myself. I happen to glance up, and there is Jace, standing at his bedroom window, staring straight into mine with an anguished look on his face. It takes me a moment, but then I realize that I'm standing here, completely naked. "OH MY GOD!!" Ripping the comforter off my bed, I wrap it around myself and then stalk over to the window and pull my curtains closed.

Sweet Jesus! I can't believe he saw me naked! He's never going to let me live it down, and he will make me the laughingstock at school! Slamming my bathroom door, I drop my comforter and climb into the steaming water. I lower myself slowly, not wanting to hurt my bottom any more than it already is. Once I'm all the way in, I sigh. The heat from the water relaxes my body as I close my eyes and my thoughts automatically take me back to the classroom, and the spanking that Jace delivered.

"Well, if anything, he is a man of his word." I say out loud.

My thoughts are beginning to make my body react, and the last thing I need is for Jace to find out that I did what he commanded me not to do. I don't think I can handle another punishment so soon after this first one, but where does he get off telling me what I can and can't do? He doesn't even like me, so what does it matter? Screw this, it is my body, and I am in charge of what I do to it! With that being said, I slowly start sliding my hand over my thigh, moving it up to where I'm desperately needing it. Just when I'm about to slide it between my thighs, a voice enters my head, his voice.

"UGH!" Frustrated, I pull my hand away and pull myself up and out of the tub. I now need to find something to occupy my time. "Chicken shit," I mumble to myself as I dry my body off. Forgetting about my sore bottom, I run the towel over it roughly, cursing as the burn comes back full force. Yep, definitely made the right decision.

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Billionaire Modern Young Adult

8.1

Eighteen Below Him

8.1

Samira James has two weeks left. Two weeks until she turns eighteen. Two weeks until everything changes. And a few months left trapped in high school with the boy she hates most. Calvin Simms has been her enemy for as long as she can remember. Popular, untouchable, and the living reminder of a childhood misunderstanding neither of them ever corrected. Their interactions are sharp, heated, and carefully controlled. Until they aren't. As months pass, tension replaces silence. Jealousy replaces indifference. And lines blur where hatred once lived. With rivals watching, secrets resurfacing, and temptation growing harder to ignore, Samira must decide if sticking to her rules is worth denying what her body and her heart are already choosing. Because some mistakes feel too good to stop. And sometimes... you don't fall for the person you want. You fall for the one you swore to hate.

Mafia Modern Young Adult

7.3

Naughty Dripping Desires (An Erotic Collection)

7.3

⚠️ Trigger Warning: This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, consensual sex, dirty talks, and adult themes. Intended for readers 18+ only. Desire doesn't look the same for everyone, and this collection celebrates every intoxicating form it takes. From stolen touches that linger too long, to late-night fantasies that refuse to stay quiet, Naughty Dripping Desires is an unapologetically sensual erotica collection filled with passion, power, and irresistible tension. Each story explores craving, connection, and the delicious loss of control that comes when boundaries blur and bodies answer before minds can catch up. This is an inclusive collection for everyone-curvy queens, chubby goddesses, men loving men, women loving women, and every beautiful way desire shows up. No judgment, just heat... and maybe a few moments where you'll have to fan yourself and pretend you're not smiling like you just got caught reading something very, very naughty. Enter at your own risk. Once you start, stopping won't be easy. So, enjoyyyyyyyyyy.

Modern Romance

7.6

Secrets Of The Broken Genius Bride

7.6

I sold myself to a paralyzed billionaire to pay for my mother's life support. But my step-sister staged a photo of me with another man, making my new husband think I was a cheating gold-digger. In a jealous rage, Curtis locked me in a dark panic room. While trapped, my step-mother sent a picture of her hand on my mom's ventilator plug, forcing me to sneak out to a black-market clinic. There, they forcibly drained 800cc of my blood to sell. Half-dead and in severe shock, I dragged myself back home, only for Curtis to confront me with another staged photo of my ex grabbing me outside the clinic. Believing I had snuck out to see a lover, he ordered his guards to throw my blood-drained body into the freezing wine cellar. "Please, don't put me down there! I'll die!" I begged and clung to his wheelchair, but he just kicked my hand away in absolute disgust. In the pitch-black, 55-degree room, my organs slowly shut down. I didn't understand why I had to endure this hell, or why he was so blinded by his own fragile ego that he never even noticed how chalk-white my face was. Hours later, his precious sister needed an emergency transfusion, and they dragged my icy body out to drain me again. But when the doctor rolled up my sleeve and exposed the horrific, bruised puncture wound, Curtis finally realized the truth. As he stared at my arm in absolute, paralyzed terror, the EKG machine attached to my chest flatlined.

Modern Mystery Romance

9.0

Sweet Revenge: Kissing My Ex's Uncle

9.0

Eleanora arrived at the city's most exclusive club with a custom cake, ready to surprise her boyfriend of six years, Kason, for his birthday. But when she opened the suite door, she found him pressing her cousin Brielle against the sofa, kissing her passionately. Brielle splashed red wine over Eleanora's silk dress, mocking her as a passionless dead fish. "Get out. Don't stand there and ruin my night." Kason didn't even look guilty as he waved her away like a nuisance. Fleeing in tears, Eleanora accidentally drank a spiked cocktail and stumbled into a dark penthouse pool. She was pulled from the water by Horace Reeves—Kason's terrifying, billionaire uncle and the ruthless black sheep of the family. Drugged and hallucinating, she clung to him and whispered Kason's name. "Since he didn't want you, I'll be happy to take his place." That single word triggered a dark, possessive fury in the billionaire as he pinned her to his bed, claiming her completely. Waking up covered in bruises, she realized her six years of blind loyalty had been a complete joke. She had escaped a cheating boyfriend only to be trapped by the most dangerous predator in Manhattan. Forced by her mother to attend a family dinner that very night, she was suddenly dragged into a dark VIP room by Horace. He kissed her brutally against the door, just as Kason and Brielle walked by and pushed it open. Seeing his uncle pressing his ex-girlfriend against the wall, Kason's jaw went slack in absolute shock. Horace slowly lifted his head, his eyes like chips of ice as he looked at his nephew. "Get out."

Action Modern Romance

7.2

The Brilliant Pathologist And Her Stoic Cop

7.2

Dr. Kylee Mcdonald was a brilliant medical examiner whose life was defined by cold, mechanical precision. But that perfect control shattered when her phone rang in the middle of an autopsy. It was her best friend, Dana, whispering their old college distress code. "Curtain call." By the time Kylee and Detective Justice kicked down Dana's door, she lay dead on her couch, her skin a horrifying cherry-red from cyanide. The crime scene was clumsily staged to frame a billionaire suitor, but soon, every single suspect linked to Dana turned up violently dead. Internal Affairs pointed the finger at Kylee, accusing her of using her medical expertise to become a vigilante serial killer. But the encrypted truth Kylee uncovered was far more chilling. Dana had been severely abused by her boyfriend, and driven to the edge, she manipulated him into murdering their tormentors before executing him and taking her own life. To avoid a public scandal, the police chief buried Dana's brilliant, terrifying manifesto. Kylee's flawless mind short-circuited. She was a genius at reading the dead, so why had she been completely blind to the living hell her best friend endured right in front of her? Three days later, while attending a formal gala to numb her grief, a nearby apartment building exploded in flames. As Kylee examined the charred bodies pulled from the rubble, she realized the male victim was strangled long before the fire started. She looked at the surviving mother, whose baby had just died in the blast, but the woman's eyes were completely, terrifyingly empty. The alarm bells in Kylee's meticulously ordered brain began to chime, signaling that a new, deadly script had just begun.

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