บททั้งหมดของ CEO's Only Wife: บทที่ 181 - บทที่ 190

Johnny sat silently for a few minutes, trying to absorb the story he had just heard. What can you say? There wasn't any necessary information worth noting, but he was beginning to get curious about Eric and who he was.Eric seemed to be a man of great contradictions. Inconsistency, Johnny thought, did not justify Eric's actions, but as he sat there in Yena's hospital room, trying to ignore the tumult of excitement that arose every time he shifted in his seat or thought about it. Sloan, he wondered again if he had anything in common with that man. It wasn't a pleasant thought for orange, but it was there. He was curious.As Yena spoke, he recalled their earlier conversation about monsters being born or created. He believes they are made, as does Yena, but Johnny has trouble with the vague notion of cruelty, justifying further cruelty. Or yearn for it.In Johnny's case, he felt he should be able to subdue his need for sexual humiliation and dominance. His desires are remnants from his c

Without thinking, I inched closer and pressed my lips to his scarred flesh. Eric was very soft, softer than I thought given his firmness. Tiny, invisible golden hairs touch my lips and I smile against his skin. I've never been close to a man like Eric. Everything to him is a new discovery. Granted, most of what I know about Eric is terrible, but sometimes…sometimes I find him to be very gentle.I linger on his bare skin, curling up even closer to enjoy him. He no longer asked me to touch him. I think about the time he told me to touch him. At that time I hesitated. I hated him so much. It was amazing to realize that I didn't hate him so much anymore. I have a lot of feelings for him, and yes, hate is probably among them, but there are other emotions too, far more complex than simple hate.Eric was planning to sell me. I hate you for that. What about other things? I was surprised when I realized I could, perhaps, forgive him. I struggled with that thought day by day, hour by hour, tell

Suddenly, his touch became softer and he kissed me so tenderly that I wanted to cry again. “You are so wet; my boy is drenched in you,” he whispers against my mouth. I groan out loud at his words, and I know my mind has made up my mind.“Make love to me,” I replied. My voice sounded so foreign to my own ears. His heart thumped against my chest, and his masculinity twitched in my secret place. He took a deep, sporadic breath and pressed his forehead against my shoulder. In the silence, my hunger struggles with the growing humiliation of whether he's uttered some cruel word, or a silly joke. I will die.Finally, he lifted his head and looked at me. I couldn't guess the message in his eyes. He conveyed so much in a single glance: need, anger, confusion and something else. “Damn it,” he said.His shoulders sag a little, and I worry that this is the moment he'll say something that makes me wish I could curl up and die. I wanted to say something, maybe get the upper hand like, 'I was just j

It seemed like a lifetime had passed since Eric was forced to obey the will of others: the last time it happened, it almost killed him. However, her clinging to him… was more than physical. "Kitty?" he said. "Yes?" Nana spoke hesitantly. “I came on you,” Eric said through a laugh. Nana laughed, "Yes." She kissed Eric's neck. "I'm stuck in this too." "Shall we shower?" “Sure,” said Nana. Eric entered the bathroom, first looking at the shower stall, then the bathtub. Both can serve their purposes, but each has its own appeal. The shower stall has a bench, the surrounding glass will trap the steam inside, making them comfortable when not directly under the shower. Eric fantasized about imprinting Nana on the glass. It made him lightheaded for a second. “Shower or bath?” Nana asked. “I was just wondering the same thing. Maybe it's up to me. It was my idea after all,” Eric grinned and turned to look at Nana blushing. She playfully hit him on the chest. "That right! I'm sure you'll

Eric clenched his hands into fists at her sides, determined to let her breathe before demanding to be back inside her warm, moist mouth. He sighed as she placed one hand on his thigh for balance, and the other grabbed his boy to bring it back to his mouth. She increased the tempo, kept her eyes closed, and focused on the rhythm of coming in and out. It was almost too much for Eric to bear. Unable to resist, he reached down to his cock and put his gloves around hers, sliding up and down to the rhythm of her mouth. She slowed, and Eric tried not to push. Stronger. Faster. Deeper. Eric held her hand firmly, moving it up and down his length. With his free hand, he stroked her face, coaxing her mouth to continue the frenzied licking process, relieved to have it started again. Eric pulled his hand away, letting Nana do as he pleased again. His hands were covered with Nana's saliva, and so was his boy. Nana whimpered and groaned around the tip of his spear, sucking him deeper as her lust