บททั้งหมดของ Devoured By His Enemy Eyes: บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

FIVE DAYS AGO IN CLAIRE EASTWOOD'S MEMORY Twelve minutes after hanging up on Lisa, Claire was back on her bed. Her legs were bent in a perfect butterfly cross and she burst into nervous laughter as something glowed brightly in her hand. She was scrolling through her messages and that horrible feeling of dread kept building as she opened the messaging app. Felix had left forty-two unread messages and the threats went from vague at the beginning to downright screaming in her face. Felix wasn't happy with her, that was for sure. And it wasn't even her fault everything happened the way it did. In her version of events, Justin's car was parked right outside Jeremy's gate like he was about to enter and when he saw her disheveled appearance, he immediately offered to drive her home. She expressed how grateful she was to which he waved it off. He might've called her a gold-digging slut with no standards, she might've responded with a few choice words that included druggie and cocksuc

JOJO'S POV Up and down, up and down he slams his cock over and over again into my throat until there's a puddle of drool and tears, dripping on the floor and he isn't even close to coming yet. Meanwhile, my thighs are squeezed so tightly, I’m afraid that if I touch it just a little bit, I'll combust into tiny pieces of pleasure. “You love sucking my cock, don't you Josephine?” I moan as he grounds my head against his cock, my nails clawing up his thighs. “Fuck, you're my bad girl aren't you?” “You take it so good, Josephine. You take me so well.” His voice has gone hoarse but he continues filling my mind with fucked up imagery about everything he's going to do to me. I'm losing myself in this, in him and we haven't even fucked yet. No, I have to take control. I tilt my head to the side, letting my saliva drip all over his cock then I lick it back up, relishing his unique taste as I graze his length with my teeth. Precum spills from his crown and I lap off the hot salty j

It was about to go down… Detective Burkely James was a police officer, though retired but he tried to remind himself of all the good things he'd done while in the force. His achievements, his contributions, his impact, and the fact that at one time he'd been a role model to the younger generations. He tried to remind himself of all these while the kid who looked like he ate bars of steroids for breakfast, lunch, and dinner pinned him to the wall in a chokehold. One time he'd been given a medal by the town mayor for his exceptional service for criss sakes! Now he was using children old enough to be his own as shields against the same force he'd served. And not once did Maxim Vongov look his way, in all the years he'd been on the case. Not once. Not even a threat or a note or the flick of a chin or even a raised eyebrow. He was less than a speck of dust under Maxim's shoe and this just proved that. How the mighty are fallen. The other couple rushed out of the bathroom to diffuse

Maxim Vongov Maxim's teeth grounded to his jaw as he realized how much time, his son had taken. It was time to make the trade and Jeremy was nothing if not time conscious. The kid was getting sloppy. He watched from the monitors as Jeremy kissed his girlfriend goodbye and left the room. Maxim turned to Yuri, “Make sure he's detained properly.” “Another safe house?” “No, he'll come with me but I want him restrained, twice as much as before.” “I'll get it done, boss.” “I want an audience with the girl.” “I'll arrange it, boss.” “Good and make sure my son doesn't know about the little visit.” Yuri nods his acquiescence just as Jeremy bounds into the room and Yuri subtly leaves. “To what do I owe this pleasure, father.” Unsurprisingly, his bastard of an heir didn't look very happy to see his father after locking him up in a house for more than twenty-four hours. “Did you tell the girl?” He bares his teeth at his father, “That has nothing to do with you.” “The fucking ingrat

“There was something in the air,” Jeremy thought to himself as he stalked to the back SUV where his father was already seated. Maxim looked composed and rather cheerful as he watched his son get into the vehicle from his side eye. “I told you no one was to touch her,” Jeremy growled in a chilling tone. “Oh, stop your grumbling, we have a big day ahead of us.” Maxim waved him off and grabbed the glass of vodka on the armrest, taking a healthy swallow. Jeremy schooled back his features and settled for a stiff smile, “Yes, we do Father.” “Good,” The vehicle sets in reverse and slowly pulls out of the driveway then it accelerates as the driver moves down the road and silence settles in the vehicle. Jeremy uses the quiet to finalize his plans by sending out a few texts and receiving a confirmed reply. “Tell me boy, how did your talk with the redhead go?” “That's none of your business.” “Humor me.” Jeremy locks his phone and focuses on his father, “Why do you care?” “Because yo