Chapter Ten- Sleeping In The Same BedSomeone owed me a good explanation and I was not okay walking away without getting the answers I needed. Damien Blackwood had everything to do with my run- in with those evil men and he had to give me one heck of a good reason why I was almost raped and I almost got killed. The whole situation was immensely pertubing, it disturbed my soul terribly. There was something extremely shady and criminal going on and somehow I had gotten myself involved in this illegal, dangerous business. I didn't want any trouble, I came to Bassa to let loose and sip margaritas on the beach, not to be dealing with all this unpredictable shit. I huffed out disdainfully when I found myself seated on the beige couch again. I didn't like this place, this strange condo with an aura of a graveyard. Some minutes ago I was scared shitless, worrying myself insanely about what lie I was going to conceive to explain my whereabouts to dad. I had followed the men I found standing ou

Chapter Twelve: I can take it, deep down my throat I jerked away, my breath hitched in my throat and I froze. I could imagine them, his piercing eyes cutting into the back of my head, I could imagine them alight with only the most undesirable emotions and that made me dread facing him. Shit! How was I going to explain myself to him? This is quite embarrassing, not a good look on me at all. "I wasn't doing anything." I rehearsed my defense in my head. I hadn't touched him yet, he can't accuse me of- wait… what did he even see? I slowly turned my head towards his form and my eyes rose to his face and much to my surprise; he looked to be just as deeply asleep as he was a minute ago, his eyes were still closed and his breathing was calm and steady. Like how does he do that? Like how does he know the things he knows? How did he know I was in the kitchen that night when I am certain that he did not see me? It is like he has some supernatural powers or something. I watched him closely fo

"You should leave." Damien tilted his face away from Charlize's and directed his focus to his laptop. He really didn't have anything important to do on that laptop, he just wanted her to leave so he can immerse himself in his thoughts.Fucking Hell they were hot… and tortuous. And Charlize didn't miss the evidence those arousing thoughts left. Charlize smirked to herself and slowly stood up, before she fell on her knees and undid the flier his dress pants. "Let me help you with this first." She licked her lips, awaiting no response, no permission from him before her hand wrapped around his shaft and squeezed his throbbing meat. He was really not feeling her tonight, but he only allowed her to strech her lips and watched his dick sink into her warm mouth because he hated masturbating and he needed release.When she was done, she gladly took her leave and he decided to get to work so he can stop thinking about her, and he had done it; he had managed to distract his mind, which was no ea

Chapter Sixteen- Bad girls get punished part 2 -• {•} •- "No, I do not want wine!" I sternly stopped Viper before he could pour the wine into the glass and he just glared at me before he gave me a choleric look that translated to, "suit yourself." And he returned the bottle inside the ice. Acid's creepy eyes shifted to me and he just shook his head like I was being a brat and I returned him a wry smile and gave him the middle finger. They really undermine my intelligence, it was actually offensive for them to have thought they'll get me that easily. Every girl knows this trick, I just knew that the wine was spiked with something to incapacitate me. I really couldn't get it. I was in a room of five, beasts of men who were armed as though I was a dangerous terrorist. Damien really got this much manpower to get rid of this "kid"? No, something was definitely up. I tapped my foot impatiently, being more vigorous with my fidgeting when I noticed how much it got on Ac

Chapter Eighteen- Left High And Dry- well, Wet -|-| • -| For a few minutes of my life, I felt so accomplished, I was on cloud one billion and I thought life was finally smiling back at me- now I'm just a cocktail of emotions. A lot of thoughts are doing rounds in my mind and they refuse to wear a more appealing face. At first, after Damien disappeared into the bathroom, I was brimming with excitement, I was winding myself up and imagining him giving me pleasure I have never ever received before. My mind referenced to the many sultry, eighteen plus erotica novels I have read and that made me ache for him to get out of there and just spank me or lodge a vibrator deep inside me at maximum and then order me not to cum until I feel like I'm going insane. I truly thought I was living out my older man fantasies and I was finally going to please my daddy kink- but he was sure taking his time in there and that made me get angsty. All these maddening questions erupted i