MasukPaint the town red (2)Christine’s POVThe laugh tore out of me. It was low at first, then wild. It echoed off the alley walls, sharp and manic against the distant hum of the city.His eyes widened behind the shadow of his hood, just a flicker of surprise in those endless dark pools.Why did I trust a maniac like him would willingly want to fall into my trap?The knife pressed harder under my jaw, a thin, delicious sting blooming along my skin, warm blood trickling in a single slow line down my throat.I didn’t flinch, instead, I leaned into it.The pain lit me up like gasoline on fire. Heat exploded between my legs, my pússy clenching hard around nothing, slickness coating my inner thighs. I laughed again, louder, head thrown back against the brick, dress riding higher as my body arched toward him.“You gonna cut me open?” I whispered, voice trembling with raw need. “Or are you just gonna stand there hard as fúck and do nothing about it?”His breath hitched. The blade trembled barely
Chapter One: The Chase and ThrillChristine’s POVThere was nothing soothing about the weather. The thick dark clouds made me feel worse because the sun disappeared, leaving me gloomy. Rain threatened, but it never came. It was just able to leave everywhere damp and breezy.I stepped out of my apartment wearing my sundress, the kind that hugged my skin when the wind teased it. I didn't get an umbrella, or even a jacket. I wanted to feel everything nature was going to bring. The chill, the rain, the emotions, and even the danger.I wasn’t dressed for the weather, but for everything I wanted to feel.Everyone in the city knew about him. I mean, the news whispered his name in every corner. He was the shadow strangler. He hunted girls who looked like me—young, skinny, and breakable.Girls who had no strength. Girls who couldn't fight for themselves.They found them in dark corners, throats marked with brutal fingerprints, eyes still open, staring at nothing—They were left traumatized till
I Fücked my son and his best friend. (2)Lily’s POV:Layton had always been the more confident friend, the jock who had a series of girls lined up at his feet, while my son Jayden had always been the timid, quiet one despite his bulging muscles.So imagine my surprise when Jayden stopped me from covering myself, his hands beckoning his friend to enter the car and close the door.“Jay I didn't consent to this,” I spoke to him sternly, my hands already moving to cover my blouse, but he wasn't listening. He looked at me with those innocent eyes of his. “T
CHAPTER 1: EXPLORED MY B0OBS.Lily’s POV:I beamed with pride as I watched my son score his final goal. The whole field erupted in cheers, “Jaden, Jaden, Jaden!!!”He looked towards the crowd, his eyes searching for someone in particular, and when he saw me, he flashed an award-winning smile. His teammates were already ushering him towards their coach.After the game ended, I moved to the field to meet him.“You were so incredible today, Jay,” I said as I gave him a big bear hug, “Ughhh, Goodness knows how proud I am right now, I can't believe you scored that amount of goals.” I gushed, dragging his cheeks between my fingers.“Stop Momma,&
CHAPTER 2: WILL SHE OR WON’T SHE?Eden’s POV: It surprised me how my body willingly responded to him, like he was my master, and I was his vessel.“You are not paying attention to me, Eden,” he whispered as he swiftly retrieved the berry, my clít forgotten as he stretched his body, hovering in front of me, his tongue prying my lips open. As he took a slow long bite of the strawberry coated in my juice, my juice left a trail from his lips to his chin.I watched him as I bit my lips. When he caught me watching me, he fed the berries to me. I almost orgasmed from the taste. I closed my eyes, reeling in the taste of myself and the berries, and it was amazing.It seemed watching him did something to me, because before I knew it, he was unbuckling his pants, his shirt already forgotten on the floor of the living room.He stripped me bare, the flimsy material of the thong tearing in between his fingers without shame.He opened my legs, stretching them wide until my opening was bare for the
Teaser : What happens when a cheating politician's wife teams up with Eden to expose and disgrace her husband?THE APPROACH. Eden’s POV:The gala was exactly as I had imagined, extravagant and exotic. I watched as high-profile men and women glided across the gala, their sparkling dresses and polished suits glistening in the light.I had a strong urge to mingle too, just to feel included, but I couldn’t because, firstly, I didn't belong, and secondly, I was on a mission. My eyes scanned the crowd, my eyes automatically searching for my target.Alexander Bureford. There he was in all his glory. I watched him, amazed by his beauty. He was truly breathtaking, He stood at 6ft3, his muscles bulging through his tuxedo. He was a high-profile politician, accomplishing so much despite his young age.Young men wanted to be like him, Old men wanted a seat at his table and as for me, I wanted incriminating evidence that would push him out of his electoral seat and expose him for the cheating lyin







