She Got Me Going Crazy のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

“What the hell?” I mutter when I don’t see my Kindle on the nightstand. I slip off the bed and look under it before I start pulling back the covers.“Looking for this?” My head jerks up at the sound of Mikael’s deep, sexy voice. He’s in his normal suit, but he has my Kindle in his hand. I mean, I didn’t think my husband could look more handsome, but I was wrong.I start to grow wet. The man has trained my body or something. I see him and know pleasure is right there within my grasp if I want it. Mikael is always willing to give it.“Why do you have my Kindle?” I come around the bed.“Trying to see what it has that I don’t.”“What?” I laugh, holding my hand out for it.“You give it more attention than me.”“Are you jealous of my Kindle?”“Yes,” he says simply. I’d actually been joking. “I’m jealous of this robe.” He grabs me, pulling me into him, his mouth coming down onto mine. The kiss quickly grows. Mikael suddenly pulls back. I was expecting him to lift me and carry me back to the

There’s no need to explain things. I did what I had to do. Downstairs, the mistress is in the kitchen wearing a robe and making coffee.“Do you have somewhere to go?” I ask. “Clean-up team will be here shortly.”She taps her spoon against the side of her mug. “Do I have to leave?”I consider her request for a moment. It’s not as if the crew will do anything worse than I’ve already done. They’re just here to erase the evidence. “No.”She gives me a sunny smile. “Then I’ll stay. It’s my home, after all. Why should I leave?”The home was the price of her silence. It was worth it. I give her a nod and make my way toward the door.“The girl you saved—the one Edward wanted—”At the door, I tense. “Yes?” I ask.“She okay? I heard Edward kind of beat her up. He was bragging about it.”I look over my shoulder with a grim smile. “Are you trying to get me to reanimate his corpse so I can kill him again?”The woman laughs. “Nah. I guess I should feel remorse or something that he’s gone, but all I

Claude.I watch Aime close her eyes and hide the pain inside as she lets her body move to the music. For a moment she looks almost peaceful, but I know the hurt is simmering under the surface. It’s one I live with every day. A broken heart isn’t something that can always be healed. Sometimes the cracks never truly fill in.Hers are new, and I wonder if that makes a difference. She has people that love her and a life full of support with her family. They can give her what she needs to help lessen the pain. As for my scars, I was born with them. They’re a part of me, and there’s no healing them. Not that anyone has ever really tried.For me, it’s only a matter of hiding my past and for some reason, dancing is one of the only times the rest of the world melts away. When I’m listening to the music, I’m lost in a sea of bodies. It doesn’t matter who I am or where I’m from, we're all here to feel good.The music changes and my mind goes somewhere I don’t want it to. Him. The man with the bl

The words must send him into a frenzy because after that, he’s on a mission to make me cum as many times as possible. Turns out that number is five before he finally allows himself to fall over the edge with me. His warm release in my belly makes me feel full and sated, even though I moan at the loss of him when he pulls out. I never thought I could crave that connection, but clearly I’m obsessed with my husband.We have a shower and then he helps me find clothes from the boxes that were dropped in the garage late last night. Once I’m ready for school, we ride together to campus, and it’s surreal. Yesterday at this time, I was thinking about Claude and then worrying about never being able to see him again. Now we’re married, and it’s like I’m living some kind of fairy tale without the shitty stepsisters.“I’ll be waiting on you right here after your class,” Claude says and pulls me in for another kiss. “Just one more.” He kisses me again and then groans. “Okay, this is the last one, I

“I should scream, shouldn’t I?”“Only if you want me to hurt you.”Fear races through me. “You’d hurt me?”He smiles. “Probably not.”“Probably?”“I can’t say I never would. If you asked me to, I’d say yes.” He takes off my shoes, catching me off guard by how gentle his hands are as he rolls my ankle, trying to examine the damage. A rather shocking display for the guy who told a dude he was capable of murder not too long ago.“You’re a little fucked up, huh?”He glances at me, his eyes a deep blue ocean in the middle of a storm. “You don’t even know half of it.”I shiver from both his stare and his touch.“Looks like it’s just twisted. Just keep off of it. It’ll be fine in a few days.”“Cool, I’ll just be on my way.” I move to get up, but he is lightning quick, pinning me down, both his arms caged around me.“I’ll take you home.”“No offense, big guy, but you just beat the shit out of a guy in front of me for no reason then manhandled my ass to get me into this cigar lounge of an offi