There are several rooms upstairs. The main one of course belongs to Jae and although I don't dare go inside with everyone else to inspect everything, I peek in for a little bit, just to have a quick look.Everything is black and mostly empty, which goes perfectly with his personality. "It's not horrible, I guess," he mumbles after inspecting if it is to his liking. There are five other rooms on this floor and they are all conditioned for any guests, which I doubt we’ll have. There's also a gym that spans the size of two rooms and has mostly weights, huge barbells and stuff like that."Hm, alright. This place is just mine, by the way. You can't come in here," Jae tells me, shooting me a quick look."I knew letting him be an only child would be a problem," Vivian mutters, shaking her head. I just shrug my shoulders. It's not like I mind not being able to be here, I don't think I could get much use out of those weights and I'm not very active anyway, so it doesn't bother me.The rest o
{ Jae }On the fifth day of my honeymoon, I wake up with a hardcore hangover and an annoying sound bursting my eardrums. I groan and get out of bed to look for what's making that noise.It's my phone. My mother calling me. "Yes?""Where are you?" she asks in that particular tone she uses when she's asking something she already knows and just wants to confirm. She must know I left the pack, but I don't think she knows my exact location."Bora Bora, why?" I ask, looking at Jessy's naked body, still asleep on the bed. I leave the room so she doesn't overhear the conversation. I walk out through our balcony and down the stairs to the private beach, "If you need me for something regarding work, talk about it with my assistant.”"You left Anya a prisoner in the house while you're on a fucking vacation?!" She exclaims, sounding angrier than I expected after I've agreed to everything they've asked of me."Well, yes. I need people to think she's with me," I explain and walk over to dip my fee
{ Anya }"Tomorrow, once I get a tan, can I leave the house?" I ask again. I really need to get out of here before I completely lose my mind, if I haven’t already."Sure, whatever," he mumbles without up looking at me. I take advantage of him being distracted to steal a deep look at him. He looks tan now, his nose has more freckles than before and he has two visible hickeys on his neck.What a great husband. I had to spend fourteen days cooped up here with nothing to do but fill my emptiness with online shopping, picking out the things that were going to annoy him the most, while he was in paradise, tanning and fucking. "So, you're going to cheat on me the entire marriage?" I ask, trying to keep the venom out of my voice. Jae puts his phone away and laughs at me."The word cheating implies some kind of relationship, which we don't have. But I'll always do what I want and that involves fucking whoever I feel like fucking. So yeah," he shrugs without any remorse. "And I can do the sa
I don't know what to do. Should I just wait for him lying on my bed and stay there motionless the whole time like a starfish? I mean... yes, that's probably the best option. That way it will be impersonal and respectful to both of us... even though I already know he's out there jerking off, which is making this no longer impersonal. I’m surprised he was respectful enough to do it away from me, though. I take the towel off my hair and I try to decide if I have enough time to get dressed, but I think I've spent too much time freaking out and overthinking because the door opens again a few seconds later, making me gasp. Jae walks straight towards me, still dressed although I can see his erection lifting the front of his shorts. He looks almost bored, but impatient. "I don't want to waste any more time," he says and grabs my arms to throw me onto the bed without any care and without giving me any warning, which is fucking crazy because my robe slides open as I fall there on my back, le
Now I'm not only wet, but I'm also starting to throb with need. I’m scared, but I need... I just need. "You smell like you have a lot of respect for me right now," he teases, and his naughty little fingers continue caressing down my body, touching very very lightly above my stomach, until he reaches my still exposed pussy. With just a little brush from his fingers, my body jerks like it was electrocuted. Now I can feel myself dripping.Fuck. I really need something. Jae looks intensely into my face while his hand is down there, his fingers right at my entrance."If you want more, you'll have to ask for it," he says, making an incredibly light circle near my clit that makes my whole body jerk again. I reach my hands up to grab onto his shoulders, just because I need to get a hold. Especially of myself, "Ask for it.""No. I just want the fucking mark," I manage to blurt out. My voice sounds breathless and shaky and my eyes are starting to blur.But I can't forget this is the enemy.
"Ahh," I moan when his finger goes all the way in. Feeling his fat finger there is better than all the times I felt a real dick. And his eyes on me add up. And the rest of his palm flush against my pussy is the icing on the cake. But Jae doesn't move his hand at all, so when I start to need more stimulation, I have to move my hips to grind myself on his hand and get some satisfaction."Fuck," he moans, jerking off harder, "You really want it, don't you?"I say nothing, but I keep grinding my hips at the pace that feels best, rubbing myself against his rough hand as his long finger reaches a very interesting part of my body that makes my eyes roll back. "Help me," I moan in frustration when I feel a pressure growing inside of me, but I'm getting tired and I don't think this is going to be enough. Jae ignores me."I'm enjoying this. I didn't realize you were such a vixen,” he replies, jerking himself so hard it looks painful. His tip looks red and wet and I want it.I want it."Please,"
I have to ignore my still hard dick during the shower and once I’m ready, I leave my room and head for my car, still trying my hardest not to think about what just happened.I need to erase the memory of her squirting on my hand from my fucking head. I need to erase her naked body. It’s making me sick. It makes me feel disgusted with myself. But fuck, she doesn't look like a little girl. Not when she's naked and moaning like…"Agh, stop!" I complain loudly, shaking my head before parking the car in front of my old house. "Hey, bitch," Rogan says when he sees me come in. He's lying on the couch, eating something, "Did you have fun on your honeymoon?""Yeah, it was good," I mumble and sit down next to him, but as soon as there's a quiet moment, my mind starts to flash back to memories of Anya, so I jump back up, "I need help moving my stuff to the other house. The pool table and the boxes I left in the garage.""Sure, I have nothing to do. Should we do it now?" he asks, getting up. I
Anya was right, shomehow. I do need to keep my foot at full rest for at least five days to give my body a chance to recover properly. If I put too much weight on it, the tiny bones I broke are going to shift around even more. And if I dare to shift to my wolf form, the bones would heal immediately, but they might reconnect in the wrong place and then I’ll be truly fucked. "This is your fault!" I yell at Rogan when the call ends. I’m seething. This was such a dumb mistake and it could cost me everything. "Bro, I'm sorry! What do you want me to do, break my foot too?" he asks. I raise an eyebrow and nod, "I'm not going to do that, you sadistic piece of shit. I can be your nurse, though. I'll go buy you some crutches right now and I’ll start icing you, like the doctor said.""I'd rather choke on a dick than walk around my pack on crutches like a weakling. I'll stay here until this shit heals,” I mutter and point directly at his stupid face, “But I don't want you to ever forget this wa