Lahat ng Kabanata ng Mad Love 1: Gresso (English Version): Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

"HARDER."Gresso glared at the little twerp over his shoulder massaging his back. "You ain't tickling ivories there, Tinkerbell. Didn't you suck enough milk from your momma?"The kid massaging his back didn't say a word, just applied more pressure. He was used to Gresso's harsh words. For as long as he'd known the big man, he'd always spoken this way. He didn't have what the French called… finesse. The Boss relaxed, and his muscles settled as the kid continued to roll his thumbs into the man's shoulder blades. They were in the corner where their rag-tag crew usually hung out when the sun was out. Some of the inmates were shooting hoops, while the others pumped iron like it was their job. This was the life for them, Frodo supposed, but it bored him. Really bored him. "Hallå, Chefen! Don't you have a schedule today?" teased one of his guys, a skinny Lithuanian who was trying to learn Swedish. He was talking about Gresso's visits to the clinic to see

Yrah shifted her weight between one foot then the other while Gresso stared at her with meaning, as though he were expecting something from her. Yrah scratched her throat, adjusted the lapel of her lab coat, and swept her hair out of her face. As soon as she closed the door to the clinic with Gresso following closely behind her, he went to sit in her desk chair, folded his muscular arms over his broad, hard chest, and focused his eyes on her, squinting a little as though he were concentrating.The man had the features of a Greek god. She couldn’t believe he wasn’t a Hollywood actor or something because he was just THAT good-looking. It seemed every time she saw him, he got even more gorgeous. How was that even possible? You’d think she was seeing him for the first time every time she reacted to him flexing his biceps (not that he ever flexed on purpose), which was with open-mouthed awe and some drooling. The object of her admiration ran the tip of his f

Tension began to build up below Yrah’s navel as Gresso continued to lick her clit like a cat with a bowl of cream. One of his hands reached up and pinched her nipple to roll between his fingers while he blew softly on the heated bud of her core. So many sensations, so many new feelings. Yrah’s head went side by side on her pillow, keeping her bottom lip clenched between her teeth so she wouldn’t scream and let everyone in the prison complex know what was happening to her. Gresso spread her labia with her fingers and languorously dragged his tongue over the sensitive flesh, occasionally dipping down to tease the entrance to her cave that held her innermost secrets. Before today, no one else had ever touched her there, and now this beautiful man was there, worshipping her, paying homage to everything that made her a woman. She wanted to scream, cry, and plead, but she didn’t know why. Did she want him to stop, help her ease the agony that’s building up inside o

“I AM VERY DISAPPOINTED.”Yrah could only lower her head in shame when she heard the gravity of Agent Tejano’s tone. He was their handler, their supervisor. She didn’t know what kind of hiding she could have done earlier when the agent came to knock on her door. It was even worse when she found out that her brother-in-law, Kuya Trojan, was sitting in the warden’s office. She would rather be outside eating dirt right now.She pursed her lips together and balled up her hands into fists at her sides. Gresso was in another interrogation room with his brother, arguing over what happened to them while she was here, in another room with Agent Tejano. They were probably separated, so they couldn’t conspire together and tell one story. Just like the criminals on TV. Whoever was the first to sing got the deal.Agent Tejano was sitting across from her, studying her with a look of dismay and disgust; she didn’t know wha

Yrah stared blankly at the files in front of her. She and her team are in the conference room, discussing the inmates who'd been found with chips, but her mind was somewhere else. She couldn't forget her last conversation with Gresso. She touched her neck, remembering the sensation of his hands clasped around her throat as he tried to squeeze the life out of her. If he'd wanted her dead, he could have just easily broken her neck. The look in his eyes when she confronted him with what she'd learned from Agent Tejano would haunt her for a long time. She'd been upset that he wasn't forthcoming about explaining himself or his side of the story, but it had hurt him that she had no faith in him. And when he saw in her eyes that he'd frightened her, that's when he'd shut down. It had already been a week since the two of them parted, and she just couldn't stop thinking about how angry he was when he left her on the floor of that corridor. She'd challenged him, call