The Kingpins Angel のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

ARTEMIS AKA WOLF LATER THAT EVENING... As a headache develops in the back of my head, I pace the office floor while combing both of my hands through my rumpled dark hair. "I want you to show me everything. I want you to show me what it is like to be loved by the cruellest man alive, how to protect myself, and make people fear me as they do you." I am consumed by the sound of her sweet voice as her words continue to repeat in my brain like a broken record that won't stop. I approach my desk, resting the palms of my hands on the oak slab as I tower over it, and study the picture of my late first wife Anastazia, that rests next to my laptop. After her passing, I vowed that my traitorous heart would never belong to another individual again. And yet, here I am, kindling an illicit attraction. A raging fire capable of consuming both of us. It shouldn't excite or exhilarate my throbbing loins as much as it does, but the reality is I never want it to end. I have never felt this alive no

ARTEMIS AKA WOLF I move my hand from her hip, and I take her chin between my fingers, forcing her gaze to meet mine. Those piercing jade colour irises, a beacon in my darkness... The light at the end of my tunnel... Am I such a sucker for punishment? Rage twists in my gut. Fear bubbles up leaving a tangy, bitter taste on my tongue. She opens her mouth to say something, I will not condone her lippy sass anymore. I lower my chin, slanting my lips over hers. I have set many empires on fire for her, eliminating bloodlines and bearing scars that have no right marking my flesh. Heat, sweetness, mine... The familiar taste of her lips, like strawberries being soaked in brandy and sunlight, hits me in the gut. I need her, want her, fuck... I have to have her. As cliche, as it sounds, kissing her, has my fucking head spinning. I crush her to my chest in a possessive manner that has me seeing bright hues of lustrous red and pristine white. She writhes beneath me, I walk her bac

ARTEMIS AKA WOLF Three simple words. If someone were to ask me what I am afraid of the most in my devious life, what has me trembling in my shoes, stealing my breath away, causing my life to flicker before my eyes... I would say the three simple words that sit on my tongue like a pain killer slowly dissolving across my tastebuds. Making me numb, leaving me to feel alive and free. My heart is like the pacific ocean. With one blow, it will turn ruthlessly cold, cavernously unfavourable, protective of the secrets it hides, and within a blink of an eye, it can be blissfully calm, soothingly warm, and insightfully clear. This is how Aria Fucking Volkov makes my heart feel. A complex of dark and light. Repugnance and lust. Lenience and Vengence. But if my heart is anything like the pacific ocean, then Braxton Creed is the predator of my heart. "Any word about the container that's mysteriously gone missing from the docks?" I sigh, rubbing the pads of my fingertips over my bro

****WARNING THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS MATURE SEXUAL CONTENT. PLEASE READ AT YOUR DISCRETION. THANK YOU.*** --- ARTEMIS AKA WOLF While I sit on the side of the bathtub lathering the sweet fragrant conditioner into Red's hair. I feel content, at peace with myself and thankful that Red is back where she belongs; with me. I pick up the small jug that sits by the tub, fill it up with water, and pour it over the top of her head, washing off the conditioner until there are no more visible soap suds remaining. I feel so... domesticated by doing this, with her. I never could have done this with Anastazia, and guilt licks my feverish skin. I find myself wanting to do a lot of things with Red that I never wanted to do with Anastazia. Gods... I fill the jug again, emptying it over her hair and I shake my head. My wife has officially made me soft. Amongst my thoughts, she sighs with her eyes closed, "I could get used to this." Smiling she coos. I chuckle, trying to keep my perverting eyes

ARTEMIS AKA WOLF As I exit the ensuite after my shower, which is connected to my room, I roll my head and clasp the gold watch on my wrist that belonged to my dedushka [grandfather]. It is the only item I kept of my father's when he passed. I had been eyeing up the beauty for as long as I can remember, and now, I wear it every day without fail. "And where are you off to at this hour of the night, Wolf?" Reds' melodic voice sweeps the lightly lit room. I raise my gaze to find her sitting up in bed, her back leaning against the velvet headboard with the crinkly white sheet covering her from her chest down. She leans over to the side of the bed, picks up the water glass I left for her, and takes a sip. "Thirsty?" I ask her with amusement as my feet wander towards her. "Like a parched desert." She answers softly, flicking me a wink. While maintaining my attention on her, I perch on the edge of the bed and slip on my shoes. She looks ravishing after being fucked senseless. Her f