Todos los capítulos de Monster: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Before I could understand anything else, Luther wrapped his hand around my neck and pounded me harder and faster. "You feel so fucking good," he growled and sped up his thrusts, fucking me deeper and deeper.I bit my lip to stop my loud moan. I couldn't express how I was feeling him inside me. He was just slamming into me deeper and faster, heartlessly. His one hand wrapped around my neck while the other was squeezing my ass. The way he was watching me while fucking was so hot and intense. I knew I was enjoying him as much as he was enjoying me. He was deep inside me, hitting a delicious spot. He felt so good, his body felt so good. He was hurting me, though I was enjoying him. Luther leaned forward and pressed his mouth to my ear, whispering, "You are my whore!" I winced at his word and turned my head away from him, but he instantly grabbed me by my jaw and made me look into his dark eyes. "You are my whore! Speak this up!" I pressed my lips together as anger stirred within me.

I read the file that contained patients’ health conditions and their medication schedules. The doctors had listed all medications, the times the drugs were to be taken, and the gap between the doses. They also made a list of all drugs with the name of patients, their dosage, frequency, and side effects.Ugh! Lots of work to do! The doctors had told me a couple of things like their diets and their allergies they had to medicines. Now, I had to handle eight patients who fell ill just because of me. I was the one who was responsible for their condition. But I couldn’t blame myself for everything because Mary was the one who had spilled the entire bottle of pills into the food. Despite that, it was my idea.I placed the file on the table before leaning against the couch, staring at the ceiling blankly. My brother, Winifred, Luther, and his men. Everyone was in my head. It was strange that I married a man who was supposed to marry my brother’s girlfriend. I lifted my hand and watched a be

We rushed back to the mansion and walked inside. Everything seemed to freeze on the spot. The breathless silence around us. I feared getting inside, but I had no other choice either. I have to go!“Noelle, think again,” Cassius said quietly. His voice was worried. I swallowed hard and met his gaze. “I’ve made up my mind, Cassius, and I’m going inside,” I said, my voice thick with fear.He gave me a curt nod before letting me inside. The moment we got inside, every head turned at us except for his. Luther stood next to James’s bed, his back facing us. But I could tell that he had realized our presence in the room because his hands balled into fists. Swallowing hard, I stepped towards James’s bed. My instinct was refusing me to go near him. He was not safe! My instinct told me to go away, but my legs kept going. Everyone was watching me like I was a criminal, not them. I felt like I murdered James! I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply before approaching James’s bed. I opened my eyes

“How’re you feeling?” I asked Cassius. He smiled boyishly. “After getting a glimpse of you, feeling quite better.” I blushed and tucked a few strands of my hair behind my ear. “Alright,” I mumbled and eyed several bruises over his upper body, red and purple welts. “What about those bruises? They are still fresh and painful.” “Um…need a few painkillers, that’s all.” He chuckled and ran his fingers through his hair. “Can I get my t-shirt?” He nodded at the wardrobe. “Sure,” I said and walked over to the wardrobe and reached out before taking out a blue t-shirt. I walked back to his bed and handed it to him. “Here you go.” “Thanks.” He smiled and pulled the t-shirt over his head. “Fuck!” He hissed in pain when the rough fabric came in contact with his bruises. I immediately reached out to him and helped him. After a moment, he slipped into it. “It freaking hurts like bitch!” I bit down on my lower lip, guilt crawled over my chest. “Hey, I’m alright,” Cassius said when he studied m

“What do you think about this painting?” I asked Cassius while putting the finishing touches on my painting. “It’s so beautiful,” Cassius said while examining every detail of the painting. “You’ve put a lot of work into this piece and I could see that. You know, you should open an art gallery. It would be profitable.” I smiled. “I have been dreaming about it since the day my father sold his art gallery.” A weight settled on my heart when old memories awakened in my head. “I don’t think I’ll ever be able to open it again.” Cassius came closer to me and placed his hands on my shoulder gently. “I can help you if you let me help you.” I looked at him, surprised. “Are you for real?” His brows snapped together. “Of course, I’m not joking.” “We barely know each other, Cassius.” “So what?” I shook my head in disbelief. I had never expected this from him. What he had done for me was more than enough. And I wanted nothing from him. I didn’t want Luther to hate me more than he was alrea