When I woke up the sun was still at it's highest and it's radiant light was brightly escaping through the thin curtains veilng the windows. Annoyed, I squinted my eyes and rolled over on the bed in an attempt to evade the sunshine. But in the process, my hand happened to graze something beside me.
Furrowing my brow, I ran my fingers over it and frowned. It isn't a pillow judging by how hard it was. And it definitely isn't Kasan since I was in Nate's ro--
Oh.
Fuck.
My eyes snapped open and I instantly skurried off the bed, but only ended up clumsily tripping over the moment my feet landed on the floor. I smacked against the ground with a soft umph. Wincing slightly, I quickly gathered myself and stood to my feet then backed away until I was at a safe distance away from him.
What the hell did I do?....WITH HIM?!
I slapped myself hard on the ch
"If you continue to be a good girl--" he licked his lips, "--I'll satisfy you however and whenever you want...of course, that's after I deal with my unfinished work."My knees felt as if they were about to buckle and the needy urge that his touch sent through me was getting more intense by the second. I didn't know what the hell was happening to my body nor how he was able to get me so hot and bothered with one single touch."W-What are you d-doing?" I bit my lip, as my hands that were pressed against his chest quivered visibly."Why? You don't want me to touch you? We made a deal, remember? And I made it pretty clear that after what we just did, you would no longer have the option of refusing me." He declared, a dazzling grin lighting up his features. With a feather like touch, he grazed his finger over the skin of my neck in a circular motion as he looked down at me. That suggestive look he was
Around seven hours later, I was seated by the table, my hands fiddling with themselves as my feet repeatedly tapped against the tiled floor. With my body as hot as a volcano and my skin sweating profusely, I peered intently at Kasan's muscular form through the frazzled auburn strands trickling over most of my vision. Everyone else made it their duty to stare at me from left and right, while he was busy setting the table...not once did he feel the need to glance at me.He had been the one to rid the living room of garbage, cook a whole bunch of food and now, he was even setting the table. Honestly, I would've been more comfortable if he was finding pleasure in staring at me like the others rather than doing such trivial things. Is this what he meant when he said he had things to do and places to be?How dare he leave me in the middle of our little thing for the sake of this?! Is the word 'pushover' marked on my forehead? Or has th
You remember when I said I wouldn't let him bother me?•••Bullshit! That was just pride talking.For some reason I was blazing at the highest degree....not like before. This was worse, wayyy worse. I wouldn't be surprised if my skin was freaking melting off my bones.And not to mention my entrance...all I felt down there was heat, a painful yet thrilling heat. When I couldn't take it anymore, I tried the pride-crushing act of touching myself, but the more I touched, the more I felt driven...driven to have myself filled with something other than my fingers. The heat plaguing my body was irrepressible....at least for as long as he isn't touching me. I can't explain it any other way than a burning desire to have him inside me.Is this even normal?!I have no idea why nor how this is happenin
"Please~" I whimpered, my tongue rolling out of my mouth and sapping at my chapped lips before retreating backwards.On impulse, I moved the hand that was dormant between my legs and swiftly swept down, catching the silky towel between my fingers before pulling it off his body. My palms itched the moment my wide eyes laid on his rod. This time there was no almost....I certainly did drool at the sight of him.I want to touch him so bad....sooo bad that it hurts.My hole tightened in delight and I reluctantly broke my gaze away from his dick, locking eyes with his. I could feel pleasure pulse through me just from the action. The fearlessness...the impassiveness, it was all there just the way I liked it. Its no wonder why he has me so fucking hooked. I absolutely love the sexy look on his face, no doubt. He easily surpasses everyone I've ever met before...in more ways than one.Though, I couldn't deny that seeing him as his usual cock
I woke up about10 amthe next morning and the first thing that struck me was my now tarnished pride. It's been three days, THREE straight days since we've been chained to this room and fucking like bunnies --as Kenley annoyingly puts it-- and I'm pretty ashamed to announce that I've literally had the best time of my fucking life!Again and again, I have stopped low, very low. If father found out about this, I don't think I'd ever be able to face him again....or even mom...or anybody for that matter! Fucking with the enemy? That's not usually my style. It has never been.But seeing how this all played out, I'm sure it will be...at least for now.I can't explain how nor why, but I don't think I can seriously have this good of a guy around me and not want to jump him. It's almost impossible....well itisimpossible in my case. I'd say I did pretty good lasting for so long against his w
Sighing for the umpteenth time, I pushed myself up unto the counter with my hands and languidly looked over the now spotless kitchen. A few minutes ago, the stupid excuse of a Mafia boss --also known as Kasan-- took it upon himself to clean the whole house down to the very porch at the front. Why you ask?...he claims he wants to keep his precious 'princess' in a clean environment.Afterwards, he went out and came back in with loads and loads of clothes. Not sure how he knows my exact size but they all fit perfectly well actually. I don't have clothes so I'm half grateful but the fact that they literally hide NOTHING is absolutely irritating.And just few hours back, I happened to mention that chicken Alfredo would've been better for dinner instead of spaghetti.Wrong move. Following my remark, he tossed the spaghetti in the trash and began to stir up another pot.Li
"By the way, where did all your weird friends go?" I asked, stretching my arms over my head as my bare feet trudged through the grass littering the ground. The house was pretty close to the forest so greenery was practically everywhere. Not sure why they chose to live in such a secluded area but I do like it here except for the fact that I feel like a caged animal. "I've banned them from entering the main house. This place is larger than it looks. There's more than five houses on the land. I told them to take the one farthest away." I sent him a happy thumbs up. "Good idea. That Kenley guy makes me wish I had a gun." Kasan grinned. His nicely styled raven hair was gradually ruined as the wind passed through the strands like storm. But as usual, he was still sexy...if not more than before. "Then..." He said. "--you'll be happy to know that my favorite gun will be my second gift to you. Keep it close. We have alot of surprise attacks around here." He left my si
Lucas...the name of the man that permanently lives in my every nightmare. I know only an idiot would just assume that out of the millions of people with that particular name, they were specifically speaking about the Lucas I know of...but I couldn't resist caving in to fear despite the low possibility, the kind of raw fear that only Lucas can ever draw into being. With molded lips and trembling hands, I reached for the mug that Kasan had laid in front of me not too long ago and took a slow sip of the black coffee. The strong heat had already seeped into the mug and wasn't going to wane anytime soon, but I didn't flinch nor wince at the pain that scorched my palms. Simply put, my mind was too caught up to even register such trivialities. "What's up with you? You've been out of it for a while." Kasan piped up, right fist on his cheek as he stared intently at me. I didn't answer to his worries, in fact, I could barely even find it in me to breath. In years, I ha