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You Can Run But... The Offer
He drove through the gates of the manor, his eyes straight at the windscreen; either he didn't feel her glare throughout the ride or he decided to ignore her.The second seemed valid.She tried hard to swallow the anger that he had sent people after her, to scare the life out of her, then wiped her tears and gave her that sarcastic smile she hated."Guess who didn't make it so far?" like she was a game he played, watching her limit, how far she could stay strong and coming for her when she was at her breaking point.She hated that she had cried, that she had folded into herself; she'd have known this was all him. He had his name written all over it.What did he want from her now?He parked the car and climbed out of it, going over to her side of the car. Finding out she had pushed it open and was stepping out, he grimaced.She wondered why until she tried to stand and her knee gave way immediately, causing her to fall back to sitting in the car. Self-loathing was so inevitable.Espec
You Can Run But... Terms and Cons
"His mistress!" Amara was alarmed when Gia finished explaining what had gone on between her and Zayne two days ago. Two days passed, and she was still having double thoughts about his offer. "You're kidding me right now," Amara muttered this time, sitting on the bed and watching her friend pace the room.Gia stopped, wrapping the robe around her body. "You think I'll joke about something like that, Amara?" She sighed. "He wants me to be his mistress." Her cheeks turned red when she turned her eyes to the wall, and she added, "Satisfy his sexual needs.""ok..." Amara breathed in: "He wanted to kill you about a month ago. Now he wants you as a mistress." She looked at Gia again. "I have only one word for this.""What?""ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh""Amara, stop this," she sat down next to her on the bed, She was back in her room; she'd been taken there in the morning by Maximo, who, considering her wounded feet, had come along with a wheelchair, which she frowned at at first.They hadn't t
You Can Run But... Please Him
GIA'S POV I hated how he stared at me, fingers interlocked, challenging, wanting to see if I'd chicken out. "Do all the work," he said. I'll give it to him; he was calculative. I was bent on giving him the worst time of his life, but now he's making me do it all myself. "Come on, Gia," he urged gently, eyes dancing, "for someone who always has a comeback, you seem scared."I was scared; there was no lying about it. I swallowed; there was no way out of this one. I wished I had a chance to get to Amara first; she looked like she could teach me a thing or two, but here I was, as clueless as a dead fish.Finally, he shook his head and turned his nose back to his work, scribbling on the paper.This was the most awkward and embarrassing situation I had ever been in. I could feel goosebumps beginning to pop up on my body.Seduce him. He wanted to be seduced.Ok, here we go.I took a deep breath, and hearing me breathe out my readiness, he immediately raised his head to stare at me again,
You Can Run But... Please him (2)
"This doesn't feel okay, Amara." I complained looking down at my body and then at Amara, who was putting the rest of the toys away, hidden in the wardrobe, "the vibrator is inside me," I whispered still in awe, or was it shame, "and this lingerie is so sinful, I can see my tits in it." She turned to me, looking bored and waving a dildo, saying, "One more complaint and I might just blow up." Groaning, she walked up to me, "Besides that's why it's called lingerie." I blinked in worry. The ordering was successful, with Amara showing me products and showing me videos on how they were used. Unable to point out any that caught my interest, we had ordered a whole bunch of them, with lingeries that left me more naked than my bare state. After about three days of dragging my feet on whether I wanted to do it or not, I finally agreed, so now I had in me a more satisfying mono flex. A type of internal and external vibrator that worked with the sound of music Amara had said it was the right c
You Can Run But... Tempo
"Don!" Her cries pierced through the music as she clutched the sheets with her toes, lifting her ass each time the tempo came through. The sight was maddening, the lingerie that had paved the way to my high expectations, splayed on the bed, her tits almost fully out, for she had clutched on them, before grabbing the sheets again, Her hair had become a mess, and she shook as if she were convulsing, and if I wasn't losing my mind, I would have wondered why she had it on if she was going to react like this, and when she could catch her breath, she whispered, "Don, I beg you, it's—it's..." Though I felt weak at the knees, I couldn't stop messing with her. "Bad?" "Uhm, uhm..." Her hands flew to her hair as her legs rubbed against each other. I turned down the volume and smiled, ignoring my cock throbbing hard against my joggers; she was relaxed on the bed now, taking deep breaths like she had been on a marathon. "How does it feel, babydoll?" "Don't call me th—Oh God, no!" She whi
You Can Run But... Competition
Authors POVZayne pressed the phone to his ear, trying to control the anger that was seeping through. There was so much anger that he had to stare up at the ceiling and steady his breath."Boss" Maximo's voice came over the speaker, "Are you there?""I am," Zayne muttered, narrowing his eyes; he knew he shouldn't flare up over the phone because his first cousin didn't understand the word "no," which he had said countless times over the phone.Damon was in trouble; he could smell it. When Damon was in trouble, that was when he remembered he had ties with the Mafia, though he knew that wasn't his fault but Aunt Maria's; but then there was Clara; she had as much connection with the Derinem's.But Damon... Since they crossed paths when he was ten and Damon was much younger, they never got along—well, he never got along with Damon, to be fair, but it was a case of someone who thought their worries should be carried by other people.And Don Derinem, Zayne clenched his fist as he walked ov
You Can Run But... Competition (2)
"Yes, Aunt Maria, Damon is fine," Zayne spoke to his aunt on the phone for the second time in the whole of his life, which was mainly because she had grown so worried due to Damon's disappearance and decided the brother she abandoned was the only one she could run to.Trust his father, who was ready to jump at her slightest whims and forwarded her to him. Now, like an errand boy, he was looking for Damon."No, aunt, I promise you he's okay." Hearing her yell and demand why he couldn't be faster about getting to her son, he swallowed an angry response and instead ended the call.She wasn't the only one messing up his head; he looked up at her open window to see if he could see her, but the curtain was down. After that night, he didn't see her, which was about a week ago; it was as if she locked herself in her room or wasn't in the manor anymore. When the fifth day passed and he still hadn't seen her, he proceeded to ask Abelie, who told him Gia was in.Did she change her mind? waiting
You Can Run But... Please her
After that, everything went haywire, at least for him, sitting in his workspace. Wondering what the hell was wrong with him, he was acting like a teenager with a first girlfriend whom he was forcing himself on.Everything was about her, his mood, and even his patience, and this day he was having it short, for it seems everywhere he went he bumped into her and his cousin, her laughter so real... but at his cousin.She looked happier and even took her time to put on little pieces of jewelry Damon got her, her fingers on it, twirling her hands on the shiny metal on her collarbone.The sight was so gruesome that when she came into his room after his warnings, he couldn't take it anymore and left her in the room. He wanted her more than he wanted to admit, but he also knew he had lost his chance; keeping her in the manor was him grasping at loose ends with a little hope.Never was one to contradict himself, but recently he did it anyway, trying to hold on to his self-respect at the same t
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