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Chapter 62

Penulis: Yin U.
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2026-02-17 03:00:56

The next thing I knew, I was blinking up at a fluorescent light.

I sat up. I was in a bed, in what looked like a nursing station.

I stared at the man in the chair beside me, casually flipping through a golf magazine.

He was dressed. White cotton pants and a cream top, all buttoned up and tucked in, looking like a human being.

I glanced down at myself. I was in my own clothes, street clothes. Black slacks, red top. Socks on. Shoes… my eyes drifted to the floor, besi

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  • Playing with the Enemy   Chapter 63

    I got in the shower, and my mind didn’t wander, not once. I had gotten emotional enough for one day, and I didn’t care to keep fucking around.I needed Leon’s info; that’s all Adrian was – access.I needed that devil gone, and I would do it myself. Better to take the risk alone than to drag my family and friends down with me – not a second time.That’s all that mattered, all I needed to focus on.I pulled on a robe and sat at my desk in my sitting room, the TV on some random channel as I went through Rina’s and my team’s files on Leon.One of the calls I had made before heading out had already yielded some fruit.-- Transport next week. Friday. Grade 4 packages. Oslo.Contraband goods were coming in from Oslo on Friday. I sat back as I stared at the message in the chat room. I was on the dark web, using advanced VPN services, courtesy of my one and only little sister.The message would not disappear. It didn’t have to.

  • Playing with the Enemy   Chapter 62

    The next thing I knew, I was blinking up at a fluorescent light.I sat up. I was in a bed, in what looked like a nursing station.I stared at the man in the chair beside me, casually flipping through a golf magazine.He was dressed. White cotton pants and a cream top, all buttoned up and tucked in, looking like a human being.I glanced down at myself. I was in my own clothes, street clothes. Black slacks, red top. Socks on. Shoes… my eyes drifted to the floor, beside the bed.There was no one else in the large, bright room. Not even the nurse.“I think…”I turned to the apparition who was speaking in a neutral tone.“We should stick to private settings,” he droned, his cool gaze holding my wide stare casually. As if he had not just fucked me out of my fucking mind only minutes, or hours, ago.==========Jayden’s POV.The beautiful boy stole my breath away, and I knew I was in trouble.==========

  • Playing with the Enemy   Chapter 61

    I almost slipped.He pulled me closer. He was the only thing I could lean on. So, I did.He suckled and fondled at the same time, raising my left leg to his waist, holding me up, while making me maintain my balance with my other leg.His hard member was pressing against mine as he kept fingering me, sucking on me.His tongue slid to the other side, and three fingers were in.My head was swimming. I didn’t know whether I was still standing or was floating on air.He found my center, that spot inside me that drove me wild. I squealed as he rubbed against it, using his hands to drive me crazy.I didn’t believe I could make such a sound. But I was past the point of caring.Pressing on it, teasing me with his fingers, thrusting in and out. I cried out, the tremor shaking my whole body, and I exploded against him.He held me by my spasming waist, letting my leg drop, keeping his breast on mine, but his fingers were

  • Playing with the Enemy   Chapter 60

    “I’ll take care of –”“Pleeeassee,” he stressed, his face red, his breath coming in short gasps.I sat back, still on him.“What’s wrong?” I tilted my head slightly, my shoulders slouching.“This, Jayden. This is wrong,” he gasped, waving a hand at the two of us, me sitting on him, him pushing against my ass with his friend, who was being far more honest than his lips.“But we’re –”“Adults, who should behave as such,” he snapped, his gaze clearing, the fire from earlier being replaced by something more formal.I pressed my lips together. “Oh. I see,” I droned, standing.He didn’t join me.I stalked off, putting my top pack on. I threw my bottles and rackets into my bag and slung it over my shoulder.As I walked out, he called out behind me. He was standing now. I stopped in my tracks, staring ah

  • Playing with the Enemy   Chapter 59

    An energy drink, a towel, and a few other items I had treated in advance – lotions, plasters, disinfectant sprays – in case he managed to avoid the water, were also ready; insurance for what had to get done.This wasn’t about pleasure or messing with the kid for fun; I was working on other avenues. Adrian was my plan B, but for that to work, he had to let me in, and I needed to help him do just that.==========I pulled my mind back to what was happening on the court.I kept ‘trying’ to get him off, but instead kept undressing him, caressing him, massaging the load between his legs that I could almost see weeping.When I couldn’t move him from his stomach. I switched to his chest. His nipples were hard. I rubbed against them as he hid his face against my neck.I felt drops of what I hoped was sweat touch my shoulder, but I could guess, after our night, how many hours ago, that more likely, it would be tear

  • Playing with the Enemy   Chapter 58

    Head still back, he stretched, long arms held away from his body, a deep groan escaping his lips.My eyes drank him in, from his wide chest and flat belly, to the narrow cut of his waist, the subtle rise at his center, down to his straight legs. I stilled my racing heart.He faced me. “Let’s do it!” he shot back.I turned, raising my hands above my head, stretching. My racket hung down my back, as I kicked my legs out, pretending shake out my muscles, while letting something else loosen as well.If he were watching, he would see the muscles of my lower back and the curve of my ass. I had chosen my sportswear with care.I walked forward, getting into position for the final round, then I touched my toes. I didn’t bend over like some teenager.I bend my knees back, pulling at my toes, stretching my thighs with each turn, standing on tiptoe to strain my calves.My shorts were clinging to me, but not in an exaggerat

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