Dalton I could see Petra from where I was reclining on a leather chair looking at the paintings on the wall while she had her phone glued to her ear. I heard a shuffle and then George's voice on the other end of the phone. “Are you alright, my dear? Dalton told me you won’t be home until tomorrow morning.” She looked over her shoulder, her eyes finding mine in an instant. A devious smile curled up one side of her lips. “Yes, I am alright. He is going to take good care of me. Like really really good care of me." She aimed a sensual smile my way as her last words rolled out. Jesus Christ, this woman. She was making me feel a lot of things with just a smile. I wanted every damn thing with her. To soothe her, comfort her, compliment her, fuck her dirty and rough, gag her tiny throat, spank her ass, and then lick the marks I’d leave on her. I wanted it right there and then. “I’ll try and be home early for breakfast.” She said and slide her tongue along her bottom lip, causing my
Petra I leaned back into the cushion headrest, lowering my hand down between my thighs. I traced my finger along my naked form and noticed his eyes skid down to see what I was doing. “Stop it, Petra.” He growled. “Why don’t you make me,” I challenged. Spreading my legs wide and placing them each on my sides, I saw his throat bulb the moment my glistening wet pussy came into view. I was dripping and my clit was throbbing with needs. I knew he could see everything as he remained frozen, fixated on the scene like a deer caught in the headlights. “Your body, your eyes and your voice when you say my name makes me wet. Can’t you see what you are doing to me?” I rasped, releasing a soft moan as my fingers moved down and touched my clit. His eyes stayed glued between my legs, and the moment I dug my index into my slippery cunt, he brought his eyes back to mine. This time, they were dark and much less patient. Pushing back on his seat, he bolted up. “Okay, that’s enough. Get up a
Dalton My gloves punched into the boxing bag. Left, right, uppercut. Right, left, right hook. Over and over, the gloves pound out a steady rhythm against the bag’s exterior. Sweat dripped from my temple, slipping down the back of my neck, but I didn’t care. I felt more alive than I ever have before. Coopinger’s men had deserted the gym earlier, so I had it all to myself. My training had finished for the day, but I didn’t stop. I felt relieved venting my frustrations on the poor boxing bag. This was my life now. What I chose for myself. It was all I was. Sometimes, I stop to think how I got to the point where I no longer have control. I’d lost control of everything, including my life. “Dalton? Are you in here?” July’s voice echoed around the empty gym. I paused, letting my hands fall to my sides. “look to your left!” I heard her heels clicking against the wooden floor as she approached me. She turned to the left, catching sight of me immediately. Her long, blond hair f
Ben, Dalton’s driver pulled up to my house and I took a long deep breath before stepping out and heading towards the door. “Petra! Hey! Wait up.” I heard Noah call out to me. I halted on my track and turned to face the direction of his voice. How did I not notice his car parked opposite of our house? He shoved his hands into his jogger pants and crossed the road, walking up to me. “Noah? I’m sorry. I didn’t notice you.” I said, wondering why he was stalking. “Obviously,” he sneered. “Where the hell have you been? I sent you tons of messages, and left you several missed calls… all I fucking got was, your silence!” He punctuated his angry words. How to answer that? Hmm...with my boss who I’m obsessed with, you know, Mr. Winchester. But I dare not say that out loud. He studied me. “Don’t even think to lie to me. I spoke with Isabella, You were not with the girls and I called your home, your Dad answered and said you weren’t home.” With one long stride, he closed our distance,
Stepping out of my car, I paused outside the Clubhouse at Gulland East boarder. This was where most of the exchanges took place with me on the Frontline. Communication with foreign Mafia's and cartels were easy with me because I speak several languages including Spanish, french and Latin. I told two of coopingar’s men with me to stand guard outside and to send signal if any danger arose. Sliding my hand through my hair and straightening my coat. I took the briefcase stuffed with dollar notes and moved forward. I was fucking exhausted, wanting nothing more than to go back home to my bed and catch an hour or two of sleep, but my duties as a front-man didn’t stop because I had decided to stay out all night. Ambre Constructions was just a cover up for this business. It gave me the most money, yet no one knew I was involved. Coopingar was on the wanted list, so I was his most trusted to lead the front while he lie on a low. The club in North West, as well as his other profitable
Petra “Oh my gosh, I can’t stand him anymore! He’s such an asshole,” I said to Isabella after I was done explaining to her what transpired between Noah and I. I glanced at the clock, noting that Annie should have been here for our lunch ten minutes ago. But Annie being Annie, I don’t expect her here for at least another five to ten minutes . It’s who she was. The three of us were bestfriends since Grade one. Except Annie and I didn’t get along so well. She was more of a competition. “So you guys are totally off now?” Annie asked from behind me. How long was she there and how much of our conversations did she hear? I turned my head to her, giving my brilliant smile and she returned it with her softer, but no less genuine one. “Yeah... I guess so.” I responded “I’m going to miss his sisters. Those two… they are so adorable.” “I wonder how you managed to tolerate his toxicity this long.” Isabella added. She pulled out a chair and sat down. “You also are to blame for his actions
DaltonWhat the fuck was wrong with her?She’d lost control with her friend, yanking her hair like a vicious animal.I didn’t even want to go to the damn restaurant. I had other plans with coopingar, but I’d promised Freddie that I was going to be there for his birthday, and I wasn’t one to go back on my word. It was just a few friends gathering over a bottle of champagne, which I could handle. He kept it on a low because he knew I hated crowd. Maybe if I had ditched, I wouldn’t have to witness all that fucking drama she pulled.But deep down, the dark, and sick perverted side of me liked it. So, instead of feeling enraged by such public display of madness, I was rather turned on by it. Not that I liked that she hurt someone, but I liked the fire dancing in her eyes when her eyes caught mine. I liked her wildness and I wanted nothing more than to tame her. To fuck her into submission for being so badly behaved. I growled and ripped off my clothes, stepping into a cool shower. It
Petra How he was going to react to me bothered me, but I knew I had to see him to clear things up. I had worked on my first ad campaign for the company’s new machine, it was my first project and I was going to use the opportunity of wanting him to review it to my own advantage. As I stepped into the elevator of the penthouse, I had to try and carefully formulate a lie that’d best favor me. I need to be the victim at all cost and bitchy Annie, the villain. The elevator door dinged open and I stepped into the apartment, using his security code, I got in without having to alert him first. I was able to master the code the last time. The apartment looked dry like nobody was home, but it’s weekend and I know Dalton never worked weekends unless there was a deadline. After waiting a few minutes looking at a fashion magazine on the table, I heard a sound come from the bedroom. I opened the door of the bedroom, careful not to make any noise, but I saw nothing. No one was in the