LOGINI woke up sore.Not just physically—but in a way that felt like something inside me had shifted permanently, like a door I wasn’t supposed to open had been kicked down and left swinging.For a moment, I didn’t move.I just lay there, staring at the ceiling, my fingers curled into the sheets like they were the only thing holding me in place.Martil.His name alone sent a slow heat through my chest—dangerous, lingering, addictive.Would it be weird if I said I missed him already?It had barely been two days.Two whole days of sneaking around my own house, avoiding my mom like I was some kind of criminal. Every creak of the floorboards made my heart jump. Every time she called my name, I braced myself, waiting for her to say she knew.But she didn’t.And somehow, that made it worse.Because I knew.I knew exactly what had happened in this room. On that bed. Against my wardrobe.My thighs pressed together instinctively, my breath catching.“God…” I muttered under my breath, dragging a han
Corleone’s povI had been exhausted from hiding from my mom for about two days now. Would it be weird if I said I missed Martil? The last time I got wet for him, I didn’t think it was going to be the last but I hadn’t heard from him ever since then.“My mom…”He slipped into my room in the midnight with one solid intention, of course. One that I wanted too much.“Do you want me to stop?”I loved how he whispered into my ears, trailing his fingers around my cheeks, how he held them gently and caressed them like they were softest thing in the world….I wanted more of it.“No.” I replied.I didn’t want him to stop at all. I wanted him to continue. I wanted him to do more. I wanted him to make sure I didn’t walk by morning.“I’m going to fuck you, Corley.” He said,The heat from his words made my belly pool out more wetness in my cunt, more than ever before. I’d gladly allow him to fuck me however way he wanted.Martil stood up from the bed. I stood up after him, thinking he had changed hi
Martil’s povI watched her sleep naked, my arms wrapped around her breasts around 4am. I fucked her for so long until she became very tired.Yet, I was still so hard one would think I hadn’t had sex for a year and half. It was that serious. Corleone’s body was one of a kind.The way she took my dick into her warm pussy each time I pulled out and slid back in. The way she clung into my chest like I was her last lifeline. I lost count of the total number of times she cried out and moaned my name.I kissed her forehead and stood up from her bed, leaving the room without making the slightest noise. The hallway was empty. I reached my room and locked the door behind me.“Fuck.” I allowed the cold water run down my head, to other parts of my body.I tried not to get distracted by her thoughts that wanted to creep into my mind. It was time to work.“Who were those guys?” I asked, getting to the clubhouse.Kaleb was there, waiting for me with Ink on the call.“They were certainly from Rafe.”
Corleone’s povI had been exhausted from hiding from my mom for about two days now. Would it be weird if I said I missed Martil? The last time I got wet for him, I didn’t think it was going to be the last but I hadn’t heard from him ever since then.“My mom…”He slipped into my room in the midnight with one solid intention, of course. One that I wanted too much.“Do you want me to stop?”I loved how he whispered into my ears, trailing his fingers around my cheeks, how he held them gently and caressed them like they were softest thing in the world….I wanted more of it.“No.” I replied.I didn’t want him to stop at all. I wanted him to continue. I wanted him to do more. I wanted him to make sure I didn’t walk by morning.“I’m going to fuck you, Corley.” He said,The heat from his words made my belly pool out more wetness in my cunt, more than ever before. I’d gladly allow him to fuck me however way he wanted.Martil stood up from the bed. I stood up after him, thinking he had changed hi
Martil’s povI couldn’t sleep. Midnight never felt like this. I mean, I was either out or busy with something else. Although, I never slept well in some days.But nights like these were very rare. It wasn’t quiet, still or safe. Instead, it felt like hunger. A terrible hunger that I couldn’t overlook.I stood up from the bed and walked out of the room I visited once in every two weeks. The hallway outside her room stretched like it had no end, dim lights flickered. It literally looked like I didn’t belong here. Of course, I didn’t but it seemed like it was her house.My feet stopped right in front of her room door. I shouldn’t be here.That thought had followed me from the moment I left my room barefooted and silently moving like a ghost through my own house.But it didn’t stop me. There was nothing about Corleone that I ever did. My hand hovered over her door knob.I pushed it once and that was all it would take to cross a line I wouldn’t come back from, to ruin whatever fragile con
Corleone’s pov“What the hell is going on here?” My mom frowned, looking between us. I cleared my throat, looking away from Martil who was still examining the cup carefully before he headed for the refrigerator, leaving me to continue my mom’s allegations.“Mom, I need to sleep.” I groaned.She glared at me. “Of course, you’d need sleep when you haven’t any the whole night. Answer my questions, young woman.”“Mom, please.”Martil threw the empty bottle away. “She’s a grown woman, is she not?”“What does that mean?” Mom frowned, definitely not liking where the conversation was going.I forced a tight smile. “Nothing. He’s just being annoying as usual.”Martil didn’t look away and that might be disastrous. I hated how he never backed down whenever he wanted to do something.He leaned against a part of the wall, his arms crossing slowly over his chest as his gaze locked onto as if he was daring me to keep lying.“I am annoying?” He repeated, a smirk touched his lips. “Is that what you c
Corleone’s povI stared at his back until he left. I turned around and threw the towel in my hands against the couch as I sat on it and grabbed my hair.Martil was pissing me the fuck off and he knew it. He probably liked it, especially the reaction he was getting but I hated it. It wasn’t just cur
Corleone’s povMy mouth was surely loose because I was starting to regret why I told him to handle me the same way he always handled his women.My brain had become foggy, thoughts thrown out of the window with the way his tongue dug into my pussy like he was taking a mouthful of ice cream.It was e
Martil’s pov“Martil…” Kaleb tried to argue while holding his arm. He tried not to wince in pain but he was bleeding heavily.I didn’t wait. “Go, Kaleb. If you have to catch someone, it mustn’t be you.” I hadn’t finished saying the sentence when another gunshot sounded and the bullet sank deep into
Martil’s pov Martil’s pov That voice. That voice was one I could never forget. Not in this lifetime, and not in the next. That person has so many history that went down between the both of us. Very familiar but buried. I almost forgot about him. Why was he here? So many questions ran through my m







