"Holy Shit. When did you get in here? Ben stepped out hours ago." the shock on his face when he sees my wide eyes staring down at his cock. "Do you walk all naked when no one is at home but you?" My thighs clenched together; I didn't know how I suddenly said that out. "Little girl, are you not afraid to take your eyes off? This can ruin you." His dominance wraps around his voice, my eyes trail off his cock, and I view his entire body. The masculinity got my thighs drooling and gave me the fastest shock I had ever felt in my stomach. It's the first time I've taken note of how perfect his body curves are. "Then I want to be ruined only by your cock." My eyes grow in size at my own words. Anastasia visited to resolve the issues revolving around her toxic relationship with Ben, her 21-year-old boyfriend. She happened not to meet him at home after he lied about being home. She was frustrated and pained because it looks like she has been putting more effort into the relationship than he has, and it was killing her. It was killing her that she always had to be the one getting hurt all the time. Even when he is wrong, she takes the blame for it and apologizes for no fucking reason. But everything changed when she saw his father's big cock that night at his place. She's never seen a cock as huge and dominating as his. A voice in her head screamed for her to run, but no, she was so curious to know how it would feel in her mouth and in her damn wet core.
Lihat lebih banyakANASTASIABehave, or you will pay, were his words. I don’t know why something in me wants to pay, so I dare him.I don’t get to see his face or reaction because my feet give out and the world turns upside down. No, it’s not my feet or the world. It’s him as he picks me up and throws me over his shoulder, landing me roughly on the desk. Denver doesn’t do gentle; in fact, he is the furthest thing from gentle. He is coarse, harsh, and strict.So damn strict that my thigh clench in remembrance of his authoritarian lusty commands.He throws every fucking thing off the desk and arranges my butt properly on it. My heart is pounding against my chest, and it’s about to burst.“Everything you have been talking about, you will show me. Now.” He doesn’t say anything or do anything more than what he just said, but his gaze does everything, as if I should erupt like a volcano undergoing an eruption blast.“ Huh?” It’s as if my mouth has been sealed, but literally not when I’ve been confidently sayi
DENVERI was just staring blankly at Chloe’s face, not actually listening to the things he has been saying, because my mind has been roaming about, or rather revolving around, that little girl’s world.I call her that little girl so my dick can behave, at least. I want to call her that so my dick can stop having ideas, but she was never that little girl. At least, not for some time. Not for now that I’ve given up the fight to kill my urge for her.She’s practically a woman. A full-grown woman with legs that go for miles and a tiny waist that can only fit in one of my palms. And currently, she’s in the place where I’m supposed to be focused, not distracted.And I can’t get my mind off the picture of her in my head. The skirt she’s wearing and the way she had technically dressed for business—I had never seen her dress that way before.Whatever Chloe is saying right now is so fucking boring. I want to dismiss him and return to my office, but he keeps talking, and most of the things are u
ANASTASIAI can never outgrow my unhealthy obsession with chocolate milkshakes. I sip in my milkshake slowly in the cafeteria located in the Denver & Drake law firm while Karina watches me with her lowered judgmental eyes, requesting for reasons I would go hiding without telling her.I knew I would be doomed once I was back, but I just couldn’t care less at the moment. I just needed to hide and stay away, but Denver ruined all of that in less than forty-eight hours.“Where the heck did you go?” She sighs, staring at me and down at the file in front of her. She’s started her intern training with Chloe, one of the junior attorneys in the law firm, and he’s been giving her loads of files to sort out, as she has said.“Somewhere you don’t know. Look, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you or anyone. I promise it won’t happen again.” It honestly won’t happen again when Denver has made it his job to watch me like I'm a prey.He has probably been too busy since he left me in his apartment and asked me
DENVERWhen Drake said my brain sometimes behaves like a machine, he wasn’t wrong. He meant I was always acting fast, like a machine. Like a moving train. Always on point. Moving forward. Taking another step in seconds.I don’t believe my fucking self. I don’t believe I truly went after her and brought her out in the most insignificant place. She’s making me do things that I don’t imagine myself doing.I’ve been controlling myself because I’m way older than her, and she’s now Bennett’s ex. I’m trying to put that all into consideration; that’s why I haven’t let my demon out yet. But she’s not fucking seeing that.She doesn’t seem to care how much I’m older than her. She doesn’t also fucking care that she was once Bennett's girlfriend and I’m his father, but she spits out words that get me so hard and hungry for her.I wonder how she found that place. It looks totally different from our normal world; it’s more like a different world that nobody but her knows about. It’s an old-fashioned
ANASTASIAI haven’t slept for days now, and I can’t recall the last time I had to battle with insomnia for days.I’ve been stuffing my body with sleeping pills—maybe precisely three pills or five. I swallowed so many that I lost count, and I still couldn’t get enough sleep.I tried my last resort, dancing and singing horribly loud till my voice went dead, but I was still not fucking sleeping but just staring miserably at the not-too-modern ceiling of my room.I meant every word I said by going back into my shell and going into hiding, where no one would be able to find me. And I meant no fucking one because it’s been three days since I disappeared from the world where nobody acknowledged my presence.I’m in a world of my own. I’m in a world where the walls can even recognize my voice and my presence. The only sad thing about it is that it brings back memories of me when I was ten.This house holds so many memories, and even though it gives me the space I crave to stay away from the ou
DENVERDrake doesn’t know Anastasia, and he wouldn’t be stupid enough to make this kind of bloody mistake if he knew.I just found out she is the intern student who is meant to be under me, and it’s as if the universe is coming to haunt me.It’s as if everything I was trying to avoid is coming after me, and I can’t escape it.Speaking of Anastasia, I think I made a bloody mistake pertaining to the very first time I was on the phone with her.When she pleaded not to leave her, my heart melted like acid was poured on my entire chest, as if the clock stopped ticking. I badly wanted to say something to her, if at all anything, but not to keep her silent.I had a few things to say, but my mind was on its own discussion, and I couldn’t utter a word to her. My heart wanted to explode like a volcano when I heard her cry. She must have felt really bad because she ended the call just as I was about to say something, I kept silent for too long and she might have gotten my silence wrongly.And my
ANASTASIALife has always been this difficult. The difficulty in getting what you want and the ease in losing things you were trying to save while battling to get what you wanted.It sucks. Why is it so easy to lose things than gain things? If there’s a word for that, then that word is equivalent to the meaning of my life.I fucking lose all the things I thought I had and never get the things I would hold my breath for, live for, and die for. It took me an ounce of strength to say those words to him, but there was a long silence from his end, as if I had spat out venom. I fucking wanted to eat myself out. Hide my face from the surface of the earth or curl into my shell, and never stick my head out again.At least that’s what I’ve always done. Since age five, when I practically figured out that I had no dad and no mom and was with other kids who technically had the same issue as me,.I knew I was doomed. And at age ten, I started requesting who my parents were, and I was told stories
DENVERNew things.I’ve always been against trying out new things; I prefer to stick to the usual stuff or routine, and getting involved in new things has never been my game. New dishes. New hairstyle. New woman. Nah.This is the first time I’m violating my principles and doing things out of the ordinary. Thinking of my son’s girlfriend is out of the ordinary.But can I stop thinking of her? No.I’ve tried and can’t stop thinking of the softness of her lips, her innocent and gorgeous blue eyes, and, of course, her daring spirit.She says she doesn’t want to do boys anymore, and just the way she said it gave me relief in such a way. At least she knows what she wants, and nobody is compelling her.The problem might not be with her, but with my son. She’s Bennett’s girlfriend. I can’t compete with my son; it’s the wildest thing to think of. What if he finds out? What if I hurt him?Bennett has been my treasure since the day he was brought into this world. I love him because he came from
ANASTASIAWell, maybe I will agree with everyone at this point: Drinking is a bad thing. It induces this stupid courage in you and leaves you hanging there and staring blankly at the mess you’ve caused once the effect is gone.I’m biting my lips so hard right now because I can’t believe the mess I’ve gotten myself into.My memories of last night with Denver flood back. I press my head into the soft pillow, picturing the image of last night—how he kept staring at me and how his face remained rigid—but he's still the most handsome man I’ve seen at forty, and I can’t help but cringe at the words I said to him.And hell, no fucking way, I told him I haven’t been normal since I saw his cock. I pop my cheek as it burns red hot while I sit on the edge of the bed. How do I approach him now? I’m so embarrassed at myself.I wonder how he sees me or what he thinks of me now. Fuck, I promise that will be the last time I take alcohol again.I bring my hands to touch my lips, and my body explodes i
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