All Chapters of The EX-Wife Returns : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

The car ride home was quiet, the hum of the engine the only sound. Neva’s hands were tight on the steering wheel. “I can’t say for sure who it was,” Neva finally said, breaking the silence. “But it can’t be Killian. That’s not something he will do. He fights face to face. Not like this, with knives in a mall.” Calla stared out the window at the passing buildings. “I guess so,” she shrugged, her voice tired. “I’m suspecting Vanessa,” Neva said, her tone turning sharp. “Maybe this is her way of telling you to stay away. Or to forget about Killian.” “Well, I’m not sure I want to go after her yet,” Calla replied, a sly note in her voice. “She will be useful when I need her father.” Neva glanced over, her eyes wide with disbelief. “Alfredo Lancaster? You want to use his daughter? You shouldn’t even think about that! And here I am, hoping and thinking that this is the part where you cancel this whole idea of running a cartel. After what just happened!” “Sorry,” Calla said, a stub

Pierre hummed around his cock, the vibration making Kai shiver. He took Kai deeper, his tongue swirling around his shaft, his throat relaxing to take him all in. "Fuck, fuck, Pierre," Kai breathed, his hips arching off the bed. "I'm close, I'm—" He didn't finish. Pierre took him all the way, his throat constricting around Kai's cock as he swallowed every drop. Kai's body shook with the intensity of his orgasm, his fingers gripping Pierre's hair tightly. Pierre pulled back slowly, a string of saliva connecting his lips to Kai's cock. He licked his lips, then crawled back up to kiss Kai deeply. "You taste so good, Kai," Pierre murmured against his lips. "Better than any dessert I've ever had." Kai chuckled weakly, still catching his breath. "You're going to kill me, you know that?" Pierre grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "But what a way to go, right?. Let's have that round two." "Anything for you. Turn that ass over. I'm going to pound you into the mattress." Pierre's

Knock. Knock-knock.The sound was quick and sharp on Neva’s apartment door. Calla froze, a piece of toast halfway to her mouth. Neva was on her feet in a second, moving silently to the door. She looked through the peephole.“It’s Pierre,” she said, unlocking the door.Pierre slipped inside, his face alive with a tired energy. “I have it,” he said, waving two folded papers. “Straight from Kai. He was up all night on this.”“Is he okay?” Calla asked, her concern for a moment outweighing her curiosity about the list.“He’s… worried,” Pierre admitted. “But he did it. For us.” He walked to the kitchen table and they all sat down. The papers crackled as Pierre smoothed them out. Names, numbers, and short, sharp notes filled the pages.“So, this is the list” Calla asked, her eyes wide as she scanned the dense information."Yes that's what Kai told me." Pierre said. “The people who bring the stuff in. The people who move it around. The ones who are strong, the ones who are weak. Kai explained

Rory looked at the floor. He had no choice. “Yes, ma’am.” “Good. Bring the massage cream. It is in the bathroom.” Vanessa walked into the large bedroom. She climbed onto the big bed. She slowly removed the straps of her dress, letting it fall to her waist, exposing her bare back. She lay down on her chest. A moment later, Rory entered the room. He stopped when he saw her. His face was tense. “The cream, Rory,” Vanessa said, her voice soft. “Start with my shoulders.” He hesitated for a moment, then put the cream on his hands. He began to massage her shoulders. His hands were strong and firm. Vanessa smiled. This was even better than she had imagined. “You are very good at this, Rory,” she whispered. “Keep going.” Rory continued the massage, his hands moving down her back. Vanessa sighed in satisfaction. “Deeper, Rory,” she said. “I love it.” Rory pressed harder. He worked his way down to her lower back, his fingers digging into the tight muscles. Vanessa closed her

He obeyed, his grip on her hips tightening. She felt her orgasm building, her body tensing. “I’m close,” she panted "Not yet" he pulled out to change positions, he turned her to face him, then carried her up so she could wrap her legs around him, he pushed back in and they both moaned in unison. He thrust into her again and again, their bodies moving together in perfect rhythm. He felt her tighten around him, her tits bouncing against his chest. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her face buried in his shoulder. “Fuck,” she gasped. “I’m so close, Rory. Please don’t stop.” “I won’t,” he promised. He reached up to take one of her bouncing tits in his mouth. He sucked hard, his teeth grazing her nipple. She screamed as her orgasm hit her, her body shuddering. He kept going, his thrusts never slowing. “We should leave the shower and take this to bed, " his hand reached to turn off the shower knob. "Okay," she said, her voice still shaky. He carried her out of the show