LOGINElle“I’m sorry.” I glance down at the twelve-year-old sitting beside me on the bench. Her eyes, once locked on her phone screen, are now fixed on me instead.“For?”We’re currently at the park. The twins are running around with their uncle and while I was previously part of them I decided to take a second to catch my breath. When I sat next to Kira, I expected her to ignore me the same way she’s been ignoring me all weekend but she surprised me by actually speaking to me and not just speaking but apologising also.“I haven’t exactly been nice to you this weekend.”“Really? I hadn’t noticed,” she rolls her eyes but it isn’t in the irritated way she’s fond of.It feels playful somehow.“The truth is, sometimes I like to be alone. I don’t know if my uncle told you but I have a condition where I remember everything. I remember every touch, every sound, every taste and every person I’ve ever met. It gets too much sometimes and I just…” her voice trails like she’s searching for the right
Elle“What?” Kira pops out an earbud from her ear before slowly drifting her attention towards me as if noticing my presence for the very first time even though I’ve been sitting down here for more than five minutes“I asked if you’d like to come to the park with us later.”She weighs my words for a moment before casually throwing in a shrug and popping her earbuds back in. Today is supposed to be the last day we have with the kids and while the twins absolutely adore me, Kira…does not.I’ve tried everything to bind with her the way I have with the twins but so far, my attempts have only been met with disinterest or plain old contempt.To be honest, it felt like the harder I tried the more she was uninterested and I’d even gone as far as to Google conversation starters for a twelve-year-old as an adult but even that ended up being a bust.Sighing when I notice that she’s once again gone back to ignoring me, I stand and head over to the one place I’m sure the people in there won’t hat
Ivy’s POVGrowing up, I had everything. The perfect life. The perfect face. The perfect body. The perfect family.Like most women who were raised in the mob, I had everything handed to me by the men in my life. I’ve never had to work for anything in my life and truthfully I preferred it that way.My father made sure I went to the best schools and did everything I wanted without the fear of consequences and my uncle was no different.It’s why it was so easy to lean on him when my father got sick.Unlike my father, though, Uncle Neil was somewhat of an extremist. He didn’t shower me with presents or jewellery except during events or when he needed something. He didn’t spoil me with things that didn’t matter; instead, he made me realise that the world was my kingdom. And I was the fucking queen.I could simply do or be whoever I wanted to be and for a while it was thrilling.Truly riveting.And then it became boring.Nothing seemed interesting anymore. It didn’t matter that I could get
Elle.According to my best friends, the morning after a one-night stand is usually when the awkwardness sets in.It doesn't matter that you’ve both seen each other naked or you’ve both put your mouths in places you maybe shouldn’t have, you’ll still want your privacy in the morning to get dressed. Not to mention that the guy you brought home might not look as attractive as he did when the alcohol was buzzing in your system and the club lights were dim.In simple terms, the morning after a one-night stand is usually a shit show.Which is why I pretend to be asleep even though I know I can feel my husband’s lips glide down my back in a path of kisses.A giggle slips out from when his breath tickles my lower back but I press my lips to stop it from leaving fully.He chuckles and continues his assault until my breathing is no longer calm and I’m pressing more than just my lips together.“I know you’re awake, angel” His deep voice murmurs gruffly against my skin.Shit.I slowly pry my eyes
Elle.My heart is about to explode.That’s the only explanation as to why it’s beating so fast.Aaron is inside me, and I almost wish I could say the reality doesn’t measure up to the wild expectations I’d built in my head. But it does. If anything, it surpasses them completely.“Fuck, baby,”Fuck is right.I feel so full. His cock is stretching me in the most delicious way and I have no idea how to deal with the strain except by moving away or at the very least trying to.But he stops me. His hands leave the mattress and slide under my hips, digging his fingers in my skin with a possessive strength I’m sure is going to cause a bruise later but I don’t care. I like that it hurts."Don't move," he grunts, “Stay right here and take it.” He pulls back so he can sit on his heels, my legs spread over his thighs. I’m completely open to him. So open that he can see his cock sliding in and out of my wet cunt without even trying.His thrusts are agonisingly deep, like he’s trying to reach a p
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AaronElle’s breathing finally steadies. Her fingers gradually loosen their grip on my shirt, easing the tension in the knot she’d made without actually releasing me.Her mother being back wasn't the news I expected to hear when I brought her back, but it was clearly something I needed to add to my
ElleI spend the next couple of days at home, though “waiting” feels like a generous way to describe what I’m actually doing. Aaron is rarely home. He's been trying to keep tabs on Neil, whose slate, unfortunately, continues to stay clean. There aren't any records tying him to the shooters. Acco
Elle"I can't believe you guys brought me to the mall", I say while pushing hangers of blue striped cotton sweaters to the side to examine their more feminine, pink counterparts."What were you expecting?" Zoey grabs a blouse from the rack, "You do realise that Christmas is only a month away?"When
Elle"Strip"I stare up at my husband as the authoritative manner in which he orders me to take off my clothes causes a row of shivers to crash along my skin.Anticipation builds low in my belly, and I find myself reaching down and fiddling nervously with the hem of his shirt.When I kissed him ear







