You remember when I said I wouldn't let him bother me?
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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
"So...you've been having a good time, I presume?" Mom was the first to speak, the distaste encased in her voice making me wince. I was ashamed to even look at her --or even dad for that matter-- so I stared down at my lap, skin itching from the gazes casted upon me. And to make matters worse, even Kasan was staring me down from where he was seated beside me. Despite the fact that my parents caught us in the act, he didn't seem fazed one bit. Rather, the dickhead was finding this entertaining. "W-We weren't doing anything! I was just..." I waffled between words. "...uh...helping him?" It was more of a question than an answer. Mom's scowl deepened, Dad didn't move a muscle and Kasan chuckled. I jabbed him in the rib...hard, but instead of wincing like I hoped, his chuckle only got louder than before. Sending him a ruthless glare from the side of my eyes, I scooted over a bit and grabbed the fluffy pillow beside me, letting it occupy the little space between our bodies. He mumbled a q
My parents had just left for home not too long ago. While mom was reluctant to leave me here, Dad looked rather relaxed. After all those embarrassing questions he asked three days ago, I think he should be. Mom, however, looked like she wanted to question me, but she held her tongue. Seems like she's trying to come to terms with this. Hopefully, she can. Staying here in exchange for their lives was our agreement from the start. Plus, Kasan won't hurt me. He literally does everything I say. Speaking of which, Kasan hadn't returned from wherever. I thought he was just sparing me some time alone with my parents but now, I think not. Today would mark the third day since then and it's nearly nightime yet he still hasn't returned. Moreover, he also went out a few days ago and I assumed he was visiting his friend at the hospital, but what if that isn't the case? What if he's...lost interest? But do I have the right to complain? I mean, we aren't even dating....and we most definitely never
"Princess?" Kasan rounded the corner and waltzed over the moment he spotted me by the kitchen counter, burying his large hands into my hips as he smiled cheekily. He's been smiling at me and sending me sweet glances all evening ever since our 'talk'. A moment ago, I came down to the kitchen for a little ten minute breather but even that I couldn't get. It has merely been two minutes and he's already on my tail. Atleast let me get my shit together! I mean, I just said the most stupidest of things in my whole entire life! Let's date? LET'S DATE?!What the hell got over me?!I scowled, grabbing the clear glass from the counter then bringing it to my lips, gulping down half of the homemade lemonade. As much as I'm glad I got a few things off my chest, I must say that I regret telling him anything regarding my feelings. Why the hell did I let such stupid words leave my lips? He's become so annoyingly clingy!...worse than before. It's not like I told him I LOVED him. I just said I might --