로그인Sasha's POV. The kiss was harder than his brother's, he was rougher and more possessive. He kissed me like he wanted to remind me who I belonged to, and that made my folds ache with desire. I moaned against his lips, and then he curled a hand around my neck, choking me as he kissed me senseless. When he broke the kiss, I was literally gasping for air. Jake's anger has melted into pure desire, I could see it in the way he looked at me.“I'm going to fuck that cunt so hard, you'll forget everything your mom told you,” He muttered. “That's the spirit bro. I told her the same thing,” Justin stood behind him with a sexy smile plastered on his lips.Right after that, Jake lifted me off the ground ina bridal style while his brother followed behind him. Jake stopped at the living room, placing me on the couch. I felt his hands on my top, and Justin's hands on my thighs, both stripping me off my clothes. It didn't take time before I was stark naked in front of these men. They had also s
Sasha's POV. His fingers moved back and forth over my panties, teasing me like he enjoyed the way my body trembled against him. He pushed my panties to the side, and slipped two fingers inside me. I gasped, gripping his shoulders like his body was the only support I needed. “Fuck, Jake,” I moaned, clenching so tightly around him. His thumb found my clit and he circled it with a delicious slow rhythm while his fingers curled inside me. A sharp cry escaped my lips as I writhed against him, wanting more of his finger strokes. “You're so wet doll,” his voice was raspy, “all that anger turned into your tight cunt into this wet, aching mess.”I couldn't respond, hell my brain couldn't even form proper words. My hips rocked against his fingers without will, my folds burning from every stroke. “Uhnn–fuck–that feels–so gooddd,” I moaned, chasing pleasure from his hands with a faster hip roll. “You're so beautiful like this. Such a hot doll,” he said, increasing the pace of his fingers.
Sasha's POV. The front door was unlocked, something that was unusual but my mind barely registered it. My bag slipped off my shoulder to the floor but I didn't care about that either. I was too busy replaying the argument in my head.“You're irresponsible and selfish. If you keep this up, you'll never amount to anything,” she'd yelled, throwing one of her shoes at me. I ran out of the house in a fit to escape those words but for some reason, they wouldn't leave my head. My chests tightened as my eyes burned with tears that threatened to fall. I fought them back, I didn't feel like crying. It was a sign of weakness, and even though she wasn't here, I wasn't going to break like she wanted me to. I walked further into the house, headed to nowhere in particular.Just then, I heard the low sound of something sizzling and the faint aroma of cheese invaded my nostrils. And with that, I made my way to the kitchen, in search of the one person who was calm to my storms. I walked into the
Mabel's POV.“Want me to take care of it?” the words slipped out of my mouth, eyes fixed on the bulging part of him. A part of me instantly bloomed with regret. Why the fuck did I just say that? I bit hard on my tongue, wishing I could take the words back but I couldn't.He crouched, meeting me at my level. Then his hand reached for my face, landing on the side of my cheek. He gently caressed me, his lips curling into a smirk.“Why aren't you so sweet?” He started, leaning so close to me that I literally inhaled his breath, “take your hands out of your pussy, let me finish that.” My fingers slowly slipped out of me, wet and glistening with my juice. I felt the loss of them, like a small, shameful ache. I pressed both palms flat against the floor, keeping my arms behind me while my chest heaved. Daniel's gaze ran over my body like he'd been dying to look at me up close. His hand on my face slowly trailed down to the contour of my jaw, dipping downwards onto my neck. My stomach clenc
Mabel's POV. I felt like my ears were playing tricks on me, because what the hell? I didn't move. I just stared blankly at him, trying to play deaf even as my insides churned anxiously. “Mabel?” He called with a steady voice, “touch your breast. We don't have a lot of time,” he reminded me.In that moment, refusal became impossible to give into. I'd taken this job, I read the description, I knew what it entailed, and I had no problems with it.Except now, the person in charge was my ex and something about his orders made my breathing slow. Without further thought, I slowly lifted my hand, settling it over my left breast. The skin was warm beneath my palm, and the room suddenly felt suffocating despite being so spacious. I lifted my chin, holding the pose while my eyes stayed fixed around his shoulder because I'd be damned if I met Daniel's gaze.“Click.” “Good. Make your grip slightly firm, let your fingers sink in,” he ordered, tilting the camera towards the right angle for an
Mabel's POV.Desperate situations called for desperate decisions, and this quote is the reason behind my most recent decision. I was a waitress whose deadbeat father left with debts to clear. He was a drunk who gambled until alcohol squeezed out whatever was left of his life. Despite my warnings to quit alcohol, he never listened to me, and now, even after his death, I was left with a burden that gave me sleepless nights. Yes, you heard that right. My father didn't just borrow money from any random person, he borrowed money from Raymond X–a well known mafia don known for killing people just because he didn't like their face. I'd worked multiple jobs to make sure that I paid something every month, but three hundred dollars was a meagre amount compared to the four thousand dollars outstanding debt. Raymond was growing impatient, he was leaving me with two options–pay up in the next three days or lose a limb. The latter wasn't even an option to consider. I exhaled deeply, staring
Thalia's POV. My eyes widened in horror the moment I heard that. Death? I knew I was going to die someday, but I never for once thought that I'd die by the hands of a criminal. That would be too much of a disgrace. I struggled to breath, my hands now clawing his big arm but Rocco didn't let go.
Thalia's POV. Rocco's eyes widened, but not from surprise. From amusement. He rose up slowly from the chair, his lips curling into the most evil smirk I’d ever seen. He lifted both hands in the air, “I surrender.” My heart skipped a beat. Why wasn't he scared? Why should I even bother? The pl
Thalia's POV.I felt my blood run cold the moment he said that. Every rush of dopamine in my veins became replaced with adrenaline.He slowly lifted his head to face me, his eyes still carrying the same darkness I'd seen when I walked in. I racked my head, searching for the best way to respond to h
Thalia’s POV. “Turn around,” he ordered, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine. I did just that, feeling my nipples going numb through my crop top. “TAP!” He struck a hand against my ass cheek, the impact making my core clench and drip at the same time. His big, rough hands slowly rubbe







