The murderous headache again? She massaged her forehead with her fingers. The headache wasn't the only problem, her stomach also was. Why did it feel like her stomach was being operated on, while she was wide awake? Dear Lord, her stomach hurt so badly. She pressed her hands on her stomach, wriggling, uttering soft pained cries. On top of all that pain, she was sick and queasy.She rushed to her feet and sprinted for the bathroom, throwing up in the toilet. Flushing the puke, she plodded tiredly to the door, her hand on her stomach. She stopped when something hit her mind. It felt like a hot fluid running down her feet. Beneath her feet, the fluid felt thicker and hotter than water. Confused and slightly apprehensive, she looked down.A gasp slipped out of her. She was bleeding. Nearly, she was panicking as that was her first time experiencing such, but she took a breath to mellow out. She collected her period diary from the bathroom drawer. There, her period didn't come last month. S

“Dance.” Eyes fell on Imani who mentioned it. “Yes, we'd love to watch the couple dance. And even…” Her body language gave a signal that they might find her idea a little out of it. “Do something romantic at least. DJ, play them a cool song.”Dance with someone she pissed off and couldn't look at? Kayla was nervous, though her appearance only gave off hesitation. She faced Anthony. Anthony took her hand. He was going to begin the dance when she nearly decided to sit out. He looped a hand around her and gently pulled her closer. She let him take the first step, and then… they were dancing. Ball dance. She and Clinton enjoyed it back then. He made her feel like a little princess in the ballroom.Kayla was eager to stop the dance. Her charge dropped the second he slammed his lips on hers, and his tongue waltzed into her mouth as he surveyed every inch of it, sipping from her tongue. It was unexpected, yet welcoming. The satisfaction it brought was magnetic and potent. It beckoned her a h

Anthony went back on his knees, pushed her legs apart and drove two fingers into her, catching a steady rhythm. His thrust and its pace increased with seconds until he got hard and fast enough to draw those cries and pleasure-driven responses from her. Yeah, he loved every response she made, and savored the cries she barely held back.His pace increased further, and her responses got out of control as she surrendered completely to the fleshly torture. His system was changing, also his body functions. Somehow, he was losing control of himself. He impaled her core even harder, adding a third finger. He restrained her thigh in his arm, thrusting brutally. It was supposed to hurt, and he knew it did, but she gave away pleasure. “Fuck,” he couldn't resist a growl. She was sopping wet. It drove his hunger wild.It struck him. He was slipping out of his control. An unrestrained drive to bury his cock inside her smashed him. His cock got harder and larger in his pants, already dripping off Co

Kayla walked briskly in front of Anthony as they moved into the house. They returned home after the accident on the highway. Kayla hadn't thought the day would turn out the way it did, nor had she thought letting Corey take her to Qynville would result in betrayal. She walked with fear flooding over her, apprehending what would happen the second they were inside the house.Kayla had only walked a few steps past the foyer when a sharp pain in her head provoked a yelp from her. Anthony fisted his hand so firmly in her hair, spinning her around to make her face him. His grip tightened with seconds, wrenching cries off her. Seeing the anger flickering in his bloodshot eyes, tangled with the willingness to harm her and the bloodcurdling ambiance he emanated, Kayla lost her courage and hope to her fear.“You told Corey about us, didn't you?”His voice oozed raw anger and threat. She hadn't told anything to Corey. Corey figured them out himself. She shook her head as long as his grip on her

As the servant walked Anthony and Kayla to the place where Corey was, Kayla couldn't be more afraid. Why had Anthony brought her to Corey's house? When got to Corey's study, the servant left them standing a few feet from the door, closing the door behind him. The silence in the air was terrible. The men kept staring each other in the eyes. Each time Corey brought his gaze her way, she hurriedly looked away. Kayla couldn't believe she was standing right in Corey's presence again after telling him off. Anthony's reason for bringing her here was her greatest concern.Corey smiled at them. “Why am I being visited by a couple this time?”Anthony stepped to the table. Perching his hands on the table, he leaned down, his eyes digging into the bastard’s eyes. “After our discussion the other day… you called my wife to your house again.” The idiot hushed up. He still wanted to merit a place in Kayla's good book. Anthony could assume himself the angriest man in the building right then. It took a