All Chapters of Wrecked By My Bully: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

VANCEI am an asshole.This girl is all I can think about, and here I am getting her to act like a complete whore for me, but the thing is, she seems to want it. The look in her eyes when I pull her hair back is pure heat.She falls to her knees, her pretty eyes peering up at me. My dick twitches. I’ve never been this hard for a girl in my entire life. There’s something about Clarissa that drives every part of me mad, my dick included.Her mouth falls open to speak, but I ram my cock in there.Fuck!The warmth of her mouth engulfs me, burning me to the very core. I peer down at her, my fingers tangled in her jet black hair. I should have fuckin’ had her lying on the bed with my tongue on her sweet cunt, treating her like a queen. I don’t know why I am doing this, but shit, I am so turned on that a part of me doesn’t care. There will be a ton of time to fuck her like she’s my good girl. Right now, I need her to be my whore.“Eyes on me, Little Bird.”She glances up at me, her eyes hood

VANCEThe water cascades down her tits, making my mouth water. My raven is so fuckin’ hot. I palm her tit in one hand while my other hand pushes her to my raging hard-on. She sighs as her head tilts back. I nuzzle her head then trail kisses along her shoulder all the way to her neck.“You’re like Midas.”I chuckle, nipping at her earlobe. “You’re better than gold, sweetheart.” My hand trails down her body to her cunt. “Wet again so soon?”Her breathing is labored as I gently rub her clit. “Wrap your legs around me, Little Bird.”Clarissa doesn’t hesitate. I support her weight as she slides her legs up my calves, across my ass, until they are finally around my waist. My dick twitches as it touches her pussy. This girl has me leaking. I thrust my hips, and suddenly I am in her warmth.I bury my head in her shoulder and groan. “Fuck.”I pound into her, letting her know how much she controls me, how desperate I am for her. Trying to tell her with my cock how I’m hers forever and only hers

It isn't long before we reach the bistro. The driver comes around to open the door and help me out, but I barely notice him. My perception has narrowed down to just what's in front of me. I have to focus on putting one foot in front of the other so I don't chicken out, call my dad, and tell him to handle his own nonsense. But I've come this far, I might as well hear Mr. Vale out. The driver leads me past the hostess stand, where I open my clutch and pull out the note that came with the roses, handing it over. The host’s eyes flick over it, and she nods, wordlessly motioning for me to follow her. The inside of the bistro is dimly lit, with dark hardwood floors and walls decorated with black and white photos of various places in Seattle. I can smell garlic, seared meat, and expensive wine. My guide stops at the last table, set against the wall in a dim corner. It's hidden away enough that most of the other patrons won't be able to see us. Sitting at the table is a man I immediately k

"You're welcome. It'll take some getting used to, but you're learning quickly."Her jaw clenches, and she stares out the window. I don't mind the silence. It gives me plenty of time to think about all the things I plan to do to her once she's settled in.The restof the drive passes without incident, and by the time we arrive at my penthouse, Isla seems to have calmed down a bit. I let her go ahead of me into the elevator, watching the sway of her hips, the way her dress hugs her ass. I'm not going to be able to control myself much longer, and I want her to come to me of her own free will."This is a very fancy building," she says as we ride up to the top floor."It's convenient. Not too far from downtown, but far enough away from the hustle and bustle that it's quiet. Plus, there's a pool on the roof.""I like to swim," she admits. "Dad and I used to go to the lake during the summer."I file away that piece of information for later. There are plenty of situations involving Isla, water

It’s going to be a long ninety days.By the timebreakfast is over, some of Dante's staff have moved my clothes from home into my new room, and I'm able to change. Dante tells me we have an appointment, and I should wear tight clothing. I'm careful with my next question, knowing that he doesn't want me to push back, but I'm still too curious to go along with whatever mysterious plans he's made.When I ask, Dante informs me we're going to a high-end boutique clothing store where I will be measured for my new wardrobe. He gives me a grin when I look skeptical, but doesn't elaborate. Instead, he leads me out of the penthouse where a blacked-out SUV is waiting, but this time the valet simply hands Dante the keys and walks away."Just you and me today," he says, opening the passenger door. "And since I know you're dying to ask, we're getting you a wardrobe fit because I only want the best for you. Like I said earlier," His hand grazes my leg as he moves to shut the door, and it makes gooseb