Semua Bab Satisfying Her Darkest Fantasies: Bab 461 - Bab 470

“Just because you’re popular doesn’t mean you’re talented,” Malcolm said, scowling.If Myrna had a cotton swab, she would have cleaned out her ears. He didn’t really just say that, did he? Eric’s fingers gripped the back of her jacket. Was he trying to keep her from jumping Brian’s father and kicking the shit out of him? Probably a good move on Eric’s part.“They just don’t make music like they used to,” Malcolm added.“Thank God,” Myrna grumbled.“I mean Sed doesn’t even sing,” Malcolm said. “He just screams and growls.”Eric’s fingers gripped Myrna’s jacket even tighter.“And Brian solos constantly,” Malcolm continued, the furrow in his brow deepening. “He wouldn’t know a good riff if it bit him in the ass.”“Malcolm…” Claire said in warning, but she was grinning to herself in agreement.“And why in the hell do you need three bass drums, Sticks?” Malcolm asked. “You only have two feet. And fourteen cymbals? I mean really. What’s the point?”“Different sounds,” Eric said quietly.“Yo

Myrna waited for Brian to unlock the front door of his apartment. She didn’t know what to expect when he pushed the door open, but a large, tastefully decorated foyer and expansive, clean, and comfortable living area would not have been her first guess.“What do you think?” he asked, looking at her with that approval-please expression she’d come to recognize.“It’s great, Brian.” She kissed his jaw and crossed the threshold. “I love it. Did you decorate it yourself?”He laughed. “No. Sed had a thing with an interior decorator for a while. She maxed out his credit card, but we got great digs at his expense. If you think this is nice, you should see his place. It’s amazing.”Myrna set her purse on a marble-topped, cherry table next to the front door and ventured further inside. Brian dropped their suitcases inside the door and locked it behind him. The furniture was heavy and inviting. Neat and masculine. Dark woods contrasted with sage green, taupe, and ivory upholstery. Matching pillo

Trey slapped her ass. She winced. “I’ll put it in when I’m good and ready,” he said. Which was apparently that moment. He eased into her body. Heat flooded her core.“Oh,” she whimpered. She experienced no painful burning sensation as he slid deep into her ass. Paused. Pushed deeper. He gave her time to adjust, pressing forward a little at a time. Even when she’d accepted every inch of him and he rotated his hips to open her wider, it didn’t hurt at all. Trey’s cock wasn’t as thick as Brian’s and he obviously had a lot of practice in this technique. His angle of penetration was perfection. She rocked back against him with a groan.“Do you like that?” Brian asked.She expected him to start taking notes or something.Trey pulled back and she shuddered. He took her deep again. Dear God, yes. His thrusts became rhythmic, the heavy ribs on the condom further stimulating her throbbing flesh.“Yeah,” she gasped. “He’s good at it. Oh.”“That’s because he’s been done that way himself.” Brian c

Myrna set her stack of data on the coffee table between her laptop and cup of chamomile tea and answered her cell phone. Didn’t he realize it was 11 o’clock at night in her time zone? “Hello?” “I miss you,” Brian murmured. “Did I wake you?” She smiled. She missed him, too, but had been getting a lot of work done since she’d returned home. She was almost caught up. Her guilt trip for abandoning her work to enjoy Brian was starting to wane. Just a little. Maybe she could return to him sooner than she’d imagined. “No, I’m still working. How did the music video shoot go today?” “I’m in all of five shots. Sed’s a total camera hog. The rest of us were bored.” She heard the slur in his voice. “And so you drank all day,” she guessed. “We were bored.” “I’m going to let you go.” “Why?” “Because I’m working.” And I can’t stand the sound of your voice when you’re drunk. “Is that really why?” “Call me back tomorrow,” she said. “When you’re sober.” “Myrna?” She hung up. She sighed and

Myrna didn’t understand what was happening. Why was she being pulled from Brian’s steady and comforting embrace? Why were two police officers wrestling Brian to the floor and handcuffing him? Why had they let Jeremy walk casually out of the apartment?“What is going on?” she screamed.“It’s okay, ma’am. We’ve got him,” one of the police officers said, and then he started to recite Miranda rights to Brian.“Why are you arresting my boyfriend?”The two cops looked at her in confusion.“I’m not the guy you’re looking for,” Brian said, still face-down on the floor. “You let him get away.”The officers looked at Myrna as if they didn’t believe what Brian was saying and needed her verification to proceed.“That’s Brian Sinclair, not Jeremy Condaroy,” Myrna said. “Jeremy is a tall, prudish, blond man.”“Shit!” said one of the officers and he took off out of the apartment and down the corridor. “Freeze,” he yelled, his footsteps carrying down the hall. “I said freeze. I’m going to taser you i