Eason’s POV “Wow really?” James gasps in excitement. “She actually believed that you are in danger? She must really like you.” I cross my arms in front of my chest, staring at the stove while my mind flashes back to my earlier memories. -A FEW DAYS AGO- “I have an idea,” James announces eagerly. “If you play it right, she’ll be back in your arms at the end of this weekend.” “Listening,” I rub my temples and try to focus on his words. “You are not sure if she likes you, right? And she is a little—well, high-maintenance. So all you need right now is a chance to push her over the edge and force her to open up to you.” “And how I’m going to do that?” “A dangerous situation,” James smirks. “I checked the weather and it’s going to be raining like hell this weekend. Let’s say you are going for a swim in the sea and she is the only one who has noticed that your life is at stake…don’t you think she will do something really irrational under this scenario? And then you can take this perfe

Eason’s POVI know it’s stupid for me to get angry over those trifles. But I just can’t stand Alex, with him pestering Nat like a fucking annoying fly.I stare at them gloomily across the court before the game. Natalia is talking to him and then they both burst into laughter together. Her smile is so beaming and bright that I know she must have a special feeling for him as well. If I hadn’t made the move first, she would have been with him already.I can’t let that happen.The game began and I’m all in for it. James told me that fucking Alex is pretty good at sports too but I’m losing this one to him.At first, it was still a casual game played in a relaxing and friendly atmosphere. But my intention to win was probably too obvious that Alex sensed it quickly. He got serious immediately. And it soon turned into a brutal one-on-one contest between me and him.Fifteen minutes later, after I managed to score another point, Katherine tosses the ball aside and collapsed to the ground. Hot s

An awkward silence fills the car. He waits patiently for my answer, threading his fingers through my hairs. I know there’s no way I can escape his questioning. So after a long pause, I finally open my mouth. “I—I just think it’s a weird timing, with you and James suddenly appear at the beach house…” I say in a low voice. “…and I thought you were giving up on me after—you know— that night. So what made you change your mind?” So that’s my final decision—not telling him the truth. I know a relationship counselor would probably tell me that it’s important to share things with my boyfriend and to keep it open and honest in a relationship. But I’ve decided against it. Eason is the most manipulative person I’ve ever known. I have to keep my guards up around him—even though I don’t want to. I really hope that I can just throw myself into his arms and pour my heart out. But there’s something about him—something that I can’t quite put my finger on—that stops me from fully committing to this

Within the blink of an eye, Eason has come near us. He grabs Zack’s collar and hits him right into the face. Zack yells out in pain covering his nose and staggers back. Blood oozes out between his fingers. Eason doesn’t give him time to react as he raises his leg and kicks him down to the ground again. I stumble and fall, struggling to breath. I think I’m having a panic attack. Some passers-by gather up and try to help me up, but my legs feel so weak that I can barely stand. “Oh my god!” someone suddenly gasps. “I think he’s killing him…should we call the police?” I’m whipped back to reality. Through my blurry vision I see Eason nails Zack’s body down to the ground as he keeps pummeling him. Blood covers both his hand and Zack’s face. The sound of his fist hitting against the flesh makes the hairs on my arm to stand up. Zack is begging for mercy, whining and crying. He is a huge guy and he can easily take me with one hand. But he doesn’t stand a chance against Eason’s brutal beatin

Eason is thrusting deep into me when someone knocks the door. “Eason. Natalia? Are you in there?” It’s mom. My mind is clouded by the pleasure he’s giving me. And mom’s voice is like a wakeup call that I most cry out. But Eason quickly clamps his hand over my mouth, stifling all my voice. There’s only a thin door between mom and us. The fear of getting caught is like a thrilling electricity coursing through my body. I grab his shoulders shaking with desire and anxiety, my nails digging into his flesh. His hot gaze never leaves my face as he slightly pulls out his dick from me and answers her raising his voice: “We’ll be right down.” His voice is perfectly natural. Yet I still can’t help but tense my body and feel his dick slightly twitching inside of my pussy. “OK,” mom doesn’t suspect a thing and says on the other side of the door. “Dinner is ready. Come down when you are ready.” “Sure. Thank you.” I hold my breath listening to her footsteps gradually leaving. And the next