All Chapters of Blood and Ashes: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

“Take off your towel for me.”I obeyed his second order, and a delicious tingle ran down my spine as I was left naked in his sight. He took my towel and laid it in the same place as my hand towel. Emmett had his cock out, pointing dangerously at me. I swallowed hard. -This wouldn't hurt.-Sex doesn't hurt.I reassured myself in my head that I've always had it in my mind that sex could be the most pleasurable act between partners; that's what I had hurt when I watched people get intimate in movies and also when I read obscene magazines back in high school. But for some strange reasons, I feared, whether it was the sight of Emmett's enormous cock standing proudly on a plane ninety degrees or the glare he shot me through those hooded eyes, I couldn't tell.My hands were folded to my front, my head bowed. My body craved my handsome roommate who stood a foot apart from me. Silence dominated the space we shared, making it only our steady breathing has was quietly heard.He pulled his sho

I had cleaned up. Emmett did the cleaning up, though; he took me to the bathroom to help me wash off and change the bed sheets. “Emmett?” I called out quietly; he lay on the couch he barely fit into. I watched from my bed as his chest rose and fell steadily.“Yeah?” He said, his eyes flashed up, keeping a neutral face after giving me cum so good.“I can't sleep.” “Why?” The poor lighted room didn't hide the worry on his face. His brows furrowed, “What’s the problem?”“I don't know…” I walked briskly to the front of him, standing over him, “I wanna sleep on the couch.”The look he had on his face was like I was speaking in a different language, “What's wrong with your bed?” I looked back at my bed, and then back at him, “It's been a while since I slept on my couch.”He was quiet for a second, studying my face. I wasn't joking about what I said, but I meant it this way, “You don't need to move anywhere, I'll just lie on your body, that's where I would like to sleep tonight.”He force

I watched incredible how he sucked out a little of Rose's blood into the syringe, leaving her numb and unattended. He called out to the busy nurse over the room, “I need you to look after her till she's up, understood?” “Yes sir.” Rose former nurse replied, He made his steps for exit, wearing the usual smile he got in with, he pulled out the needle on the syringe before putting it in his pocket. When he got out of the ward, I followed, I trusted the nurse to keep her in a good state while I followed this man of many mischief. He strolled through the hallway, and I followed. When he made a right sharp turn into a small office, I followed. He barged in on an advanced-looking doctor…I could identify him as a doctor because he was putting on the coat that medical experts usually had on. The doctor had someone seated in the office; it was clear that Gibson had just interrupted an ongoing important discussion telling by the scowl on the face of the guest, but the mutt seemed not

Gibson sat on a swivel chair behind a large modern table in a large office that had huge pictures that hung at the side on an office wall, one of which I could recognize; that was him and the two others were aged men; one had a few resemblances with him, I think that was his Dad and the other which I couldn't recognize. It was a white and black interior design, everywhere smelt of filthy riches and cockiness. A young man walked in, his shoulders stiff, his jaws tight and he was very much shorter than the both of us present in the room. He held a sheet of paper in his hand. “Good day, Mr Gibson; hope you're doing great?” Telling Gibson's expression, it was clear he wasn't having a great day at all. “Get on with the test results, I've got a cremation ceremony in a few hours. The guy strolled to sit on an empty chair across Gibson's table. “I'm so sorry for your loss, Mr Gibson.” He said in a low and concerned tune, “Yeah,” Gibson said, forcing a tight smile, stretching out

“Tell your boss that I said I'll decline this ride if he doesn't let my business partner, Mr Emmett, come with me. We're going to attend a program afterward.” I spoke to his driver in a calm and straight voice. Emmett and I stood on the porch, and the driver stood by the black SUV. I was dressed up in a white button-up gown, black heels, and a blonde wig over my head. The dress dress created an aura to slay; the black heels I had worn were the faces of the people who wished me dead." “I'll give my Boss a call.” He shot me the death glare as he reached for his phone in his pocket. “Alright,” I said I gripped the handle of my fashion bag, one of which Emmett hot for me. The response Gibson would give his driver determines how smoothly my morning will begin, I listened closely to the words of the driver as it was only his I would be able to hear. "Good day, Sir." The driver stared once his boss had picked up. "Yes Sir, I'm here with Rose Clifford." He said as he stole a glance