Lahat ng Kabanata ng Wrecked By My Bully: Kabanata 181 - Kabanata 190

AnnaThat can’t be real.That’s the first thought that goes through my mind when I see his manhood standing out straight from his body like a Spartan spear.No, he has to be wearing some kind of prosthetic or something that goes over his real dick, because no man could be blessed with something that big. But when Blake moves forward and leans down over me, I see from how it moves that what he’s packing is the real thing.I must be making a goofy face or crazy eyes or something because Blake chuckles as he gets closer and whispers, “Yeah, there’s a lot to me, baby.”“I’ll say!” I gasp. “Is that even…physically possible?”“Sure it is,” Blake chuckles, running a hand up my body that sends wondrous sensations through me. “We’ll just take it slow. At first.”“At first?”“Well after that, I can’t make any guarantees,” he replies. “You’re too sexy, baby.”He presses his body down on top of me and grinds slowly, sensually, even allowing a slight moan to escape his lips. I can barely even proc

BlakeAnna is still sleeping when I wake up. I think I may have worn her out by going two more rounds with her last night, but I just couldn’t help myself. I tried to hold back, but it’s her fault for being just so damn sexy. It’s like God himself designed her specifically for me. There may come a day when I’m somehow able to keep my hands off her, but that day is not today.I look at her there, curled up in my bed, sound asleep, looking so peaceful, and realize just how badly I’ve been missing her for all these years.This home was built on blood and bone as a castle for me to rule over the city, and I realize now that while I have been doing that successfully now for a long time, I’ve been doing it with an empty heart. And it took Anna coming into my life for me to realize this.The way she analyzed me too…that shocked me. No one has ever been able to read me like that before. If anyone else ever had, I’d assume they’d been spying on me, and I’d interrogate them until they broke, an

AnnaThe feel of the luxurious fabric on my skin is so foreign and wonderful that I can’t help but smile as I step out of the dressing room and pose for Blake, who is sitting on a chair that looks more like a throne, which is of course fitting for him.I’m doing my best to put on a sexy face, but the corners of my lips are twisting up as I look at him. I’m just having way too much fun.“What do you think of this one?” I ask.“Much better.” Blake nods. “Not that you didn’t look sexy as hell in the last one.”I’ve never tried on lingerie before. There’s something hot about it. There’s something even hotter about showing it off for Blake, knowing he’s sitting out there waiting for me with an opinion on each one.“Hey, if you didn’t like me in it…” I tease.“Oh, I liked you,” he replies. “But it didn’t show off how sexy you truly are. And that’s what was wrong with it.”Blake always has something to say. I can never stump him no matter how hard I try. Even when I try to tease him, he just

BlakeDays go by with Anna by my side. My once dark and cold world begins to brighten.Then weeks pass, and my criminal empire becomes less and less important to me. In fact, all that matters as time goes on is Anna. My angel.I’ve assigned men to watch her when she’s at school, from a distance of course so she doesn’t have her life disrupted, and have taken care of her financially so all she has to do is focus on her classes.She kept her job at the library but scaled back the hours and gave up her apartment so she could move in with me. She’s much happier now, and seeing her happy makes me happy. That’s something I never thought possible.Never in my life did I think I would wake up and focus on another person’s happiness. But that’s where I am now ever since Anna came into my life.She’s finishing up class right now and should be home soon, and I’ve just finished going over my financial holdings with my business manager. I’ve been doing my best to legitimize my money over the last

AnnaPanic hits me hard, like a freight train running me over at top speed.Am I on drugs? Is this a dream?Something has to be happening because Blake can’t have just said what I think he said to me.“W-what?” I stammer as my throat begins to constrict and the tears begin to well up in my eyes. “You what?”Blake is hanging his head and not looking at me.I try to take a deep breath, but my lungs quiver and everything shakes. It feels like I’m choking on life itself.“Blake!” I shout, trying to get his attention. “What did you just say?”“Tristan Monroe…” he mutters. “Your father–”“Yes, that was my father’s name!” I blurt back. “Now tell me what you just said. What are you talking about? You killed him?”Blake shakes his head, and there’s a brief window of hope that comes over me, but I realize that he’s just shaking it at himself because he’s so caught up in what’s happening too.“Your father was…a criminal, Anna,” he says slowly. “We were friends once actually.”“My father was not