He sits down on a chair that sits by the window and pats his lap for me to join him. I walk nervously toward him, anxiety building up in my stomach, and I can see that his muscles are tensed up, too. I want this so bad, it scares me, but I’ve never felt so turned on in my life. It’s like every inch of me is standing on edge with anticipation. He helps me get seated on his lap, and I can’t help moving against him, rubbing my arousal along him. I moan and wonder if it’ll always be like this, my need to feel him.
“Yes. It’ll always be like this,” he whispers into my ear as he takes my lobe into his mouth and sucks on it hard.
My whole body shivers, and I rub against him harder before reaching down and adjusting him so I can ride him fully. He watches me with wide eyes, and I slide down on him slowly, feeling so fucking full, it’s all consuming. We both moan as I ride him slowly, and I only still when he starts sucking on my neck, slowly and softly. My blood heats, and when I feel his teeth scrape the skin, I begin to kiss his neck slowly, then I start to suck, the pace of my hips increasing.
The only sound in the room is that of our slick skin slapping against each other and our moans and sighs. The room heats with our warm breath, and we both start to sweat as we get closer and closer to climax. He wraps a hand around my lower back, guiding me faster and faster on him, and we begin to lose ourselves in the overwhelming desire of it all.
When I feel his teeth sink into me, it’s like an explosion of pure pleasure goes off in the pit of my stomach. I come so hard, arching my back, my hips still grinding on him as if on automatic, and his hand guides me on him slower and slower, letting me catch my breath.
We’re both breathing heavily, but he still guides my hips slowly back and forth on him, and I feel the desire building all over again, my body still sensitive from the orgasm. I begin to suck on his neck slowly, vacuuming the blood on the surface and lightly biting him. His moans get progressively louder and more feral, and I can feel his control slipping, so I nip at him harder and slam my hips on his faster, over and over, back and forth, until the sweat is pouring off my back.
I look at him as his eyes screw shut and know this is my moment, our moment. I slowly grab his neck with one hand while I place my lips on the spot that will bind this man to me forever, and without a doubt in my mind, I sink my teeth in slowly. I hear his roar and feel it throughout my body; it locks up and releases, as if it knows it’ll never be the same, because my body is his now until the end of time.
I collapse onto him, and we hold each other like that until our breathing slows down. I move a little to get more comfortable and can feel him getting aroused all over again. I release a giggle, and he smiles against my hair.
“Marry me, Isabella,” he whispers, and I say yes within the next breath.
He kisses me, and with it, it’s a promise, a promise that I never have to worry about being alone again. He’s my forever.
The End.
Acknowledgments
First and foremost, I'd like to thank Ryan for being so patient and supportive with me these last couple of months. It was stressful at times with deadlines and with graduation looming for you but you still always said and did the right things. You make me believe I can do anything and that's priceless. I'll forever be indebted to you.
To my sister, Melissa, for being the first to read the story through. Your feedback made me believe I wasn't so crazy for believing I could do this and your support since then has just been everything to me. I'm so lucky to have you.
To Auden Dar, the most supportive friend I've met in the writing community yet. I appreciate you so much, you don't even know! Thank you for all the long chats, the advice and most of all the friendship.
To Karen Boston, for editing the story even though I held onto it until the last possible second. Thank you for your professionalism and your work. I appreciate you!
Last but not least, I'd like to thank Lauren and the team at Vixen Publishing, without them none of this would be possible and this has just been the most rewarding experience so far and I know it's because of them. They put in so much work behind the scenes, countless hours and it didn't go unnoticed. Thank you so much for choosing me, for doing this, for everything!
About the Author
Halston James has been imagining love stories since before she was old enough to watch telenovelas with her Mom. She runs on carbs and is convinced her blood consists of pure caffeine. She’s fluent in English, Spanish and song lyrics. For therapy, she likes to ruin the lives of fictitious characters with undiluted glee. Kidding. Mostly. She currently lives in the cupboard under the stairs with her loyal and extremely needy spouse, a labradane who is as neurotic as she is and a mini dachshund that is anything but small. You can find her lurking in dark corners with her laptop and bloodshot eyes.
Part of His World
Sonya Jesus
ABOUT PART OF HIS WORLD
Internet famous, Derrick Prince, is tired of always being in the spotlight and dating the wrong girls. When his best friends decide to pick a prom date for him from their channel’s subscriber list, they stumble upon an unsubscribed viewer who’s been crushing on him for years. The new attention puts Ari in danger of getting caught by her over-protective father, Officer Trent Merchant.
What happens when Ari defies her father’s strict rules to be part of Derrick’s world?
Published by Vixen Publishing
First Edition, 2019
Copyright © 2019 by Sonya Jesus
No part of this book may be reproduced, scanned or distributed in any printed or electronic form without permission. Please do not participate in or encourage piracy of copyrighted materials in violation of the author’s rights. Thank you for respecting the work of Sonya Jesus.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
Edited by Diamond in the Rough
Proofed by Touch Creations Editing Services
Cover Designed by Touch Creations Graphics
Contents
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Epilogue
Acknowledgments
About the Author
Also by Sonya Jesus
This story is dedicated to my sister. Thanks for buying me my first books, reading the stories to me and rewriting them. Every night was a different story, where you taught me that part of the magic of fairytales was believing in my imagination.
Prologue
Three years ago…
Murder Rocks Middleton County
The Middleton Gazette
Gruesomely murdered in their Middleton County home, the Smethers family fell victim to a police investigation gone wrong.
Convicted felon, Stanley Jetham, pled guilty to five counts of first-degree murder and one count of second-degree murder in the early morning hours of April 9th after verbally confessing to the planning and execution of local police officer, Robert “Robbie” Smethers, his wife, and his three children after weeks of stalking the family via social media. Unlike the family, the shocking murder of Athena Merchant was impulsive and unplanned.
Jetham, age 28, is facing the death penalty after disturbing the quiet area of Middleton County. The convicted felon admitted to being familiar with the family’s habits and even using Vivian Smethers’ profession and her children’s vlogs to exact his revenge on Robbie Smethers.
Vivian, age 39, was a fashion saleswoman who used social media to sell her clothing. She had over 15,000 members in her group from numerous parts of the country, and every other day she’d go on and sell various types of clothing articles, then send them to the purchasers. Jetham admitted
to joining her group in the guise of looking for something for his girlfriend. He ordered, paid for it with his own credit card, and she sent the package with her return address, inadvertently supplying him with her home address.
In addition, he followed the eldest daughter’s vlog, which has now been taken down by authorities, in order to get the layout of the house. “They invited me in, without even knowing it,” he bragged to police. “I knew what time they ate, what they wore to bed, when they took a shit, and even when they humped.”
He then went on to admit that he waited for the wife to go into the basement, where she did her sales. When he got the notification, he snuck in through the back door of the Smethers’ home and hid in the laundry room until the family was ready for bed. In her live stream, Vivian mentioned that her husband was working late and that she had a little extra time to go through old merchandise, which prolonged her session.
Meanwhile, he snuck upstairs, where the two younger children, ages 7 and 9, were asleep and strangled them. He then sat on the bed and watched the eldest daughter, age 16, start her live session on social media and waited for her to pick out the next day’s outfit. When she signed off, he remained in the children’s room until he heard the shower head run for a few minutes. It was then that he entered the shared bathroom.
He’s recorded to have said, “I watched her through the shower curtain for a good three minutes, admiring her, before I threw the curtain back, held my hand over her mouth, and told her to fill the bathtub. Then I drowned her.”
He then returned to the room, grabbed his phone, and went to the kitchen, where he waited while the mother of the now deceased three made her sales and closed out her night. At approximately 9:15 p.m., she came upstairs to make herself tea and found Jetham waiting for her.
He said he took his time with “the MILF,” suggesting his intentions were more volatile. He ordered her to strip in the kitchen and lie down on the kitchen table for him to examine her. He rubbed small areas of her naked body with oil before lighting them on fire, burning her flesh and extinguishing it repeatedly. “She passed out a few times,” he admitted on record just before he confessed to violating her, in extensive detail, with the use of a wooden spoon.
He was ambushed by Vivian’s close friend, Athena Merchant, who had recently purchased a dress for a family function the following day, and let herself in through the back door. She unsuspectedly headed for the basement, then for some reason decided to enter the kitchen.
Jetham showed remorse for the first time when he said, “I took no joy in killing her. She wasn’t part of my plan.” He also said she fought him and tried to scream, but he managed to grab her from behind and slit her throat with the Smethers’ kitchen knife.
Robbie, who had come home at around midnight, went straight upstairs, where Jetham lay in waiting. “I broke that fucker down to tears. I took away the four people in his life… the ones who mattered the most, and I explained how I did it. He slipped on the woman’s blood as he rushed for her. Then I made him watch the video of what I did to his wife.”
Authorities say Jetham showed no remorse when admitting to Officer Smethers’ death. To the contrary, he looked them dead in the eyes and said, “He didn’t fight back. He begged to join them.”
When asked for a motive, Jetham simply stated, “He got what was coming to him.” This, the extent of his planning, and his browser history propelled an investigation into Officer Smethers’ current and prior cases.
Officer Trent Merchant, husband of Athena Merchant, was devastated when he got the call. The families were close, and both have been tragically affected by Jetham’s revenge plan. It was Trent Merchant, age 42, who recalled a specific case that ended with the death of four innocent bystanders after a methamphetamine lab exploded in a trailer park in the outskirts of Middleton County.
In a recently held press conference, Merchant spoke of that day. “We were working with the D.E.A., trying to bring down the drug ring that was believed to be operating from Trailway Mountains. Robbie’s C.I. told him about a family who was cooking meth in a few trailers. That family happened to include two of the major distributors the D.E.A was looking for.”
It turns out the family of four belonged to Stanley Jetham, who eventually vacated Trailway Mountains and was hospitalized for meth-related chemical incidents that affected his lungs due to severe irritation of his eyes and respiratory system. It took him three years to plot a revenge that figuratively rocked the usually calm and pacific neighborhood of Middleton.
As Jetham himself told the court, “You have all the tools you need to murder someone right at your fingertips. All you need to do is follow them, like they ask you to. They’ll help you plan their own murder without even knowing.”
County Police Chief said it best when addressing the press, in what is now known as the #cautiouscampaign. “We appeal to the busy parents at home and the teenagers obsessed with the social trends to be aware of what you are sharing with the world. Be cautious of what you invite others to see.”
1
Internet Famous
Derrick Prince
“How did I end up on puke patrol at my own birthday party?” I ask my best friend, Max, as I glance down at Griffin, who is spewing the contents of his stomach out into a ditch in my backyard.
Max runs his hands over his long hair and glances over his shoulder toward the house. “People are looking for you, Prince.”
People are always looking for me lately. I don’t bother responding to his question.
“I’m carrying around a video camera in my back pocket to video blog, and you’re out here pretending like my time isn’t valuable.”
I scoff. I’m out here taking care of my friend. “Why don’t you video Griffin’s reaction to alcohol? People seem to like watching others do stupid shit.” Max’s latest edition TNTL, or Try Not to Laugh, is evidence of this.
“You joke, but I’m the one getting us up there. We didn’t get where we are overnight without working for it.”
Max thinks Internet famous is the new celebrity. Maybe he’s right, but I don’t want to have my whole life documented on camera. It started off as a prank when we were sophomores; now we’re seniors and have a couple million subscribers.
“Whatever. If we miss one week, it’s not the end of the world.” I check on my light-weight friend. “You alright?”
Griffin moans and waves a hand in the air, dismissing my concern. If he weren’t so drunk, he’d agree with Max. Griffin’s planned out the next year of our lives. He has outlines for our goals and detailed objectives on how to reach them. Too bad getting drunk wasn’t one of those. I chuckle at my own thought.
“Prince, you seem to forget that we’re relatable. Don’t you read the comments?”
I flick my gaze over to Max, scrunch my nose, and raise my eyebrows. He knows damn well I don’t read the fucking comments.
“At least Grif’s mind is off his grades.” Max smirks. “How much did he drink?”
“Not much,” Griffin adds as he lifts his head up and stretches his hand out for the water bottle in my hand.
I hand it to him, and he rinses his mouth out. “That’s what you get when you never drink.”
“I may never do it again,” he says as he stands up straight, pulls the hem of his shirt up, and wipes his mouth down.
“Gross.” Max gives him the bottle of vodka in his hand. “Disinfect your mouth with this before you talk.”
Griffin flips us the middle finger before snatching the alcohol. He chugs some down, swigs it around in his mouth, and spits it out. He aims for the ditch, but it lands on Max’s foot, provoking a loud, frustrated growl from Max. “Sorry,” Griffin apologizes. “Why are you wearing flip-flops?”
Max throws his head back and shakes his head, mumbling something about it being Florida and ninety degrees out.
“At least he didn’t puke on you.” I laugh and cup Max’s shoulder. “Do we have to go back there, or can we cut out early?”
“It’s your house,” Griffin points out.
“It’s your party,” Max adds as he shrugs his T-shirt off and bunches it together so he can use it as a cloth.
I inhale and blow the air out through my mouth slowly, while glancing at the back of my house. The fire pit is going, the lights are on in every room of the house, and the music’s pumping loudly. I’m surprised my parents haven’t come out of their room and put a stop to this. I pluck my phone out of my back pocket and send my mom a message, telling her we’re going to the diner down the block. “Let’s go.”
Max glances down at his bare chest and raises a brow. “I mean, I’m all for showing off this awesomeness,”—he points to his abs—“but that old cougar works the night shift, and I don’t want her salivating over me.”
“Lies,” I laugh and jab him in the shoulder. Max loves any kind of attention.
“Please, there’s nothing about you worth salivating over,” Griffin jokes.
We hop the ditch and tread through the small patch of woods, taking the shortcut to the diner. We enter through the front door and wait by the enormous aquarium for someone to seat us.
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