by Marian Tee
Ah Saffi March.
He teased, “I think I recall you posting a photo of a couple doing this exact same thing in Instagram and telling your followers that this was what we did because I missed you so much after my trip to Asia---”
She pulled back. “Staffan!” Saffi didn’t know if she should be flattered or terrified that he knew so much about her. “Did you stalk me online or something?”
Her words sounded too eerily close to how Constantijin and Yanna described his activities, and Staffan snapped, “No.”
“But how did you know---”
“Quiet.” And to make sure she shut up, he kissed her again, this time making her lips part so he could drive his tongue inside and taste her again.
She moaned, and he groaned with her. Ignoring the wide-eyed crowd, he walked with single-minded determination towards the DJ booth set up in the corner. It was an assembled cubicle with one glass wall and the rest made in reinforced plastic.
He only had to look at the DJ for the headset-wearing guy in hoodie to scramble past him.
Saffi managed to pull her lips away when she heard a loud bang, just in time to see Staffan draw the blinds closed to cover the glass wall of the DJ’s booth. Her eyes went wide. Here was yet another moment of déjà vu, and yet another thing she didn’t know if she should be happy about or not.
She wriggled out of his arms. “Staffan, no---”
“Yes.” He took one step closer to her.
“The whole university is outside. We can’t---don’t get another step closer---this is not the right---no!” She took a step back as he advanced and ended up bumping into the DJ’s table from behind.
He took off his bow tie and shrugged off his jacket. “I need to fuck you. Now.”
“Yoga-ing yellow fin tuna,” she said weakly, her mouth going dry. Those fuck-me eyes of his could make her do anything, and Staffan knew it.
He choked, pausing with the buttons of his dress shirt. “Yoga-ing, Saffi? Are you fucking for real?”
She was so far gone now, heady with desire, that all she could do was push herself up the table, throw her skirts up, and push her panties down. It hadn’t even gotten past her knee before Staffan was on her, pushing Saffi to her back. One hand went to pull her neckline down while his other hand fumbled to unzip his pants.
Panting, Saffi helped him with her zipper.
“Yes, he hissed, letting her struggle with it and using both hands now to pull down the top half of her gown completely. He sucked his breath in when it immediately bared her naked breasts to his sight. “No fucking bra, Saffi?” he growled. “You better have worn this for me and not any other guy.”
She finally managed to free his cock, and her hand clasped it tightly, lovingly.
He groaned.
Saffi squeezed his cock. “Only for you.”
Staffan moved up, and she let her hands fall away as he began rubbing his cock with her wetness. “Ready, baby?”
“Yes.”
He slid into her very slowly, taking her inch by inch so that she was squirming with need by the end. “Stop torturing me---oh!” He was finally inside her to the hilt, and having Staffan fill her with his hardness again was the most exquisite pleasure, making her cry out silently.
“Why won’t you make any noise?”
“B-because.” She couldn’t answer coherently, not when he was thrusting in and out of her, pushing her to the brink of insanity with the way he alternated between slow and fast.
“Don’t you want them to know I’m fucking you?” he growled.
“Staffan!” But she let out the tiniest moan after as he thrust more forcefully into her. And it was just the start. Saffi’s legs fell wide open while her fingers dug into his back as he rammed his cock into her again and again, his every thrust making her eyes roll back and her body squeeze around his cock.
“Saffi!”
She gasped, one hand immediately covering his mouth. “No, Staf---” She yelped, letting go of his mouth when he bit her skin.
“I want them to hear me fucking you, want them to know how much pleasure you’re giving me.” His hand squeezed her breast, kneading it before his fingers slowly rolled one nipple between them.
Her back arched at the riotous sensations his touch created, and it arched even more when he bent down to suck one nipple into his mouth in rhythm with the hard pounding his cock was giving her.
She tried to keep herself from crying out as he sucked harder and thrust deeper into her, but when Staffan reached with one hand to play for her clit, she knew it was only a matter of time. “Staffan,” she whispered.
Staffan looked into her eyes. “I love you.”
She let out a cry, no longer caring that everyone could hear her. She cried out his name over and over as her body splintered into pieces. Staffan didn’t stop ramming his cock into her as she came, his lean hard hips moving furiously over her, and then his back arched. “Saffi!” He threw his head back as he came, his movements wild, passionate, and lacking the control that once made him a legend.
She wrapped her arms around him when he rested his spent body on top of her, his cock still pulsing softly inside her. “I love you, Staffan.”
He turned slowly to kiss her cheek before pulling away to look down on her. “New start for both of us, Saffi.”
She nodded.
“No more lies, you promise?”
She bit her lip.
“Saffi?” he prompted while tenderly tucking loose strands of hair behind her ear.
Just a few days, she told herself. She was going to be selfish again and just have a few more days before they tackle the not-so-nice realities of her life. “No more lies.”
“Good. Now let’s get out of here. There are a couple of boys I want to see with my own eyes. I read their fucking comments on your Facebook---”
“Staffan!” He gave her a short hard kiss, but even that was more than enough to make her see stars.
He surveyed the dreamy look on her face with satisfaction. When she opened her eyes, the stars were also back, which was even better. In less than a minute, he had her fully clothed and was already tucking his shirt back in. “I don’t fucking share what’s mine, Saffi. And they’re going to fucking hear from me that if they give you one wrong look---”
“You’re just going to embarrass both of us,” she grumbled. “They’ll all think you’re crazy for getting jealous over me.” Just as she reached for the door, he reached out and tugged her hair for her attention.
When she looked over her shoulder, he kissed her again, even more devastatingly than before.
Staffan pulled away, smirking when he saw the dazed look on Saffi’s lovely face. “There. Now no one would ever have a fucking doubt about what we did.”
And so there wasn’t.
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A Sneak Peek of When Fangirls Cry
Bag of rolls in one hand and a paper holder of two cups of steaming hot coffee in another, Saffi debated with herself whether to buy today’s tabloid or not. She shouldn’t really. She knew that. Steel told her not to. Staffan told her not to, and even Yanna and Constantijin told her not to. With the report of Chloe Gustav’s marriage breaking down all over the news, she was likely to see a lot of awful rumors about Chloe and Staffan possibly getting back together.
But that was because they didn’t know about her and Staffan, Saffi told herself. They didn’t know that he loved her so much he had been living in her dorm since they got back together, with everyone in uni turning a blind eye to it. During the weekends Saffi went with Staffan to sleep at his loft but school nights were always spent in her dorm.
She looked at the tabloid again.
She was…going to buy it.
Putting everything down for the moment, Saffi decided it was better to browse through the whole thing without Staffan around. If she did it back at the dorm and Sta
ffan happened to be awake, she would never get to see even one word written in it.
So far so good, Saffi thought, scanning the front page and seeing nothing written about Staffan or Chloe. She flipped through the pages, her smile widening with every page that had nothing about the two until she reached the penultimate page.
The photo, together with the big bold letters written over it, made her feel dizzy with horror.
Homosexual halosaur.
Saffi broke into a run, gasping when she reached her floor. She threw the door open, her gaze immediately falling onto the empty bed.
Staffan was gone.
Saffi slid to the floor, numb with shock, the tabloid slipping past her fingers, falling open to the page where a photo of Jeremy and her was printed. They had been caught in camera leaving the pharmacy, and a small in-set shot had zoomed in at what she was holding: a pregnancy kit.
ILLEGITIMATE SON OF PRINCE KHALID WITH SECRET FIANCEE, ONLY DAUGHTER OF SENATOR MARCH: BABY ON THE WAY?
A Message from Author Marian Tee
Hi! Thank you for downloading this book.
For those who are reading my work for the first time, I’m a Filipino-Chinese novelist from the Philippines and with a Business degree that I still haven’t been able to use.
I’ve been writing since I was in my teens. I love writing sexy rom-coms – either for adults or young adults – but I also like writing horror once in a while.
I love dancing, learning languages, traveling, reading, watching horror movies, and everything Japanese. One way or another, you’ll see my passions in life making their way between the pages of my books.
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Table of Contents
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
