•••••••••Note: If you are under 18 or mature scenes are not your cup of tea, please skip this chapter and the next! •••••••••Softly, I mindlessly breathed a low, desperate command into his ear then connected our lips in a hungry kiss.The familiar touch of his lips pressed flush against mine, felt like bundles of heat that pulsed nothing but warmth and bliss throughout my body. It all was heaven. His finger deep inside me, drilling into my hole mercilessly as his tongue dived down my throat with equal vigour. I could feel myself leak on the spot, my incessant wetness rolling down his pumping finger. Parting our lips shortly, I slid my legs further apart and whimpered into his ear once again. "Nnnnggh...Harderrr..." I begged him with so much desperation printed unto my featur

When I woke up the sun was still at it's highest and it's radiant light was brightly escaping through the thin curtains veilng the windows. Annoyed, I squinted my eyes and rolled over on the bed in an attempt to evade the sunshine. But in the process, my hand happened to graze something beside me.  Furrowing my brow, I ran my fingers over it and frowned. It isn't a pillow judging by how hard it was. And it definitely isn't Kasan since I was in Nate's ro-- Oh. Fuck.  My eyes snapped open and I instantly skurried off the bed, but only ended up clumsily tripping over the moment my feet landed on the floor. I smacked against the ground with a soft umph. Wincing slightly, I quickly gathered myself and stood to my feet then backed away until I was at a safe distance away from him.  What the hell did I do?....WITH HIM?! I slapped myself hard on the ch

Around seven hours later, I was seated by the table, my hands fiddling with themselves as my feet repeatedly tapped against the tiled floor. With my body as hot as a volcano and my skin sweating profusely, I peered intently at Kasan's muscular form through the frazzled auburn strands trickling over most of my vision. Everyone else made it their duty to stare at me from left and right, while he was busy setting the table...not once did he feel the need to glance at me.  He had been the one to rid the living room of garbage, cook a whole bunch of food and now, he was even setting the table. Honestly, I would've been more comfortable if he was finding pleasure in staring at me like the others rather than doing such trivial things. Is this what he meant when he said he had things to do and places to be?  How dare he leave me in the middle of our little thing for the sake of this?! Is the word 'pushover' marked on my forehead? Or has th

"Please~" I whimpered, my tongue rolling out of my mouth and sapping at my chapped lips before retreating backwards. On impulse, I moved the hand that was dormant between my legs and swiftly swept down, catching the silky towel between my fingers before pulling it off his body. My palms itched the moment my wide eyes laid on his rod. This time there was no almost....I certainly did drool at the sight of him.I want to touch him so bad....sooo bad that it hurts. My hole tightened in delight and I reluctantly broke my gaze away from his dick, locking eyes with his. I could feel pleasure pulse through me just from the action. The fearlessness...the impassiveness, it was all there just the way I liked it. Its no wonder why he has me so fucking hooked. I absolutely love the sexy look on his face, no doubt. He easily surpasses everyone I've ever met before...in more ways than one. Though, I couldn't deny that seeing him as his usual cock

Sighing for the umpteenth time, I pushed myself up unto the counter with my hands and languidly looked over the now spotless kitchen. A few minutes ago, the stupid excuse of a Mafia boss --also known as Kasan-- took it upon himself to clean the whole house down to the very porch at the front. Why you ask?...he claims he wants to keep his precious 'princess' in a clean environment. Afterwards, he went out and came back in with loads and loads of clothes. Not sure how he knows my exact size but they all fit perfectly well actually. I don't have clothes so I'm half grateful but the fact that they literally hide NOTHING is absolutely irritating. And just few hours back, I happened to mention that chicken Alfredo would've been better for dinner instead of spaghetti. Wrong move. Following my remark, he tossed the spaghetti in the trash and began to stir up another pot.Li