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Elara Vance swore she’d never waver—not even when her long-distance boyfriend’s insecurities turned her every campus encounter into a confession. But when Marcus Cole, the bully assigned to her group project, lifts her off the ground and takes her from behind in the library, three rounds of pounding make her loyalty start to bend. Now she’s trading her boyfriend’s texts for Marcus’s body, caught between the man she loves and the monster who makes her forget his name.
He has her off the ground before she can scream—one arm locked around her waist, the other shoving her skirt to her hips. His cock finds her from behind, and he pushes deep in a single raw stroke, her
Elara hasn't moved from the table. Her thighs are sticky, the skirt cold against her skin. Her phone lights up with Derek's name—a call this time. She stares at it, thumb hovering, the echo of Marcus'
Elara gathers her bag, the chair creaking as she stands—a wet smear left on the seat she doesn't wipe. Marcus calls after her, low and amused: 'Nice view, Vance. Try not to drip on the bus.' She doesn
Elara sits on the bench beside Marcus, her jeans tight against the cold wood, a Derek text still unread in her pocket. He doesn't touch her—just spreads his legs wider, takes up space, and the guys wh
Elara went back to her dorm. She asks herself about her loyalty. Who she really love? After a lot of consideration she realized at this rate relationship with derek is seems to be lost cause that she