Wrecked By My Bully のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 191 - チャプター 199

Anna“Ow…” I mutter as I reach back and put a hand on my neck.I’m alive. Thank God for that, I guess, but there’s a pain in my neck from what I assume is probably whiplash from the crash I just survived from driving like a maniac. My back is a bit sore too but nothing too terrible.I grab the door handle and push, but the door doesn’t open. It’s stuck. In fact, it’s more than that. It’s bent all to hell from the impact of the crash. I push the airbag out of my way, unbuckle my seatbelt, and start to climb over the console to get to the passenger side door, but that’s when I hear Blake’s voice behind me.“Anna!” I turn around and see him looking at me through the window, which somehow is still intact. “Anna, are you all right?”Part of me is happy to see him. Another part of me is still fuming and wants to tell him to go fuck himself. I’m also still crying.“I think so,” I reply.“Hang on,” he says. “I’m gonna get you out of there!”I scooch back a little in my seat as Blake grabs aho

I was sold by my father. Handed over to the most feared mob boss in New York like I was nothing. Viktor Morelli. Cold, ruthless, and not to be crossed. He rules this city with fear. Men disappear because of him. I've never even been kissed, and now I belong to the most dangerous man alive. He could kill me. He could break me. He could break me. He could do anything he wants to me-and the worst part? My body seems to love it. Knowing he owns me makes my heart race and my thighs ache. Right now, I'm collateral on my father's debt. But if Viktor wants more, I won't be able to stop him. And I'm not sure I'd even want to... *** 001 VIKTOR I don’t feel anything anymore. Joy, love, fear, and definitely not mercy. It’s a product of the life I’ve chosen. As a thirty-eight-year-old mob boss, I’ve done things most men couldn’t imagine. Things they find “cool” in gangster TV shows and dramas. Most men are wimps. Products of "civilized" society. No testosterone, no balls, and damn

VIKTORGuys think being a mob boss is "cool." All they see on TV is the glitz and the glam, the girls and the glory. What they don't see is the blood and battles it took to get to the top.They call me The Ice Man, and that's a nickname I deserve.It all began when I was a kid. My father beat me, and my mother-well, let's just say I'd rather have been raised by a pack of wolves than her. She left when I was twelve, and I was stuck with that bastard.Until I killed him.He was my first. He was a drunk and got so hammered one night that he thought I was his friend, Jimmy, and came at me with a broken bottle. I knew it was him or me, so I grabbed a knife and ended him.I left before the cops could question me. Found my own way on the streets, and before kids my age were graduating high-school, I was running my own illegal betting operation.I was big for my age, and the streets didn't know how to handle me. Like a wild animal, I started going after the gangs. Why the hell not? I had noth

ISABELLAI'm backin my gilded cage, staring up at the art that is the ceiling. Everything is just as it was before-well,almost.Viktor is gone, and I'm missing him.It feels ridiculous to admit something like that to myself, but I can't deny it any longer.He barely even touched me at breakfast, and my body is still buzzing.It was just his arm, his hand, but I'm shaking like I've had ten cups of coffee. When Viktor touched me, it was like something inside me woke for the first time.Even now, my skin is so hot, so tense, that I hop out of bed and head for the shower. I crank it on cold, strip out of my gorgeous dress, and sit under the water.The temperature takes my breath away, but I have to do something to cool down. If not, I'm going to overheat.His eyes......the way he was looking at me...It was like a storm-danger and desire battling for control.I can still see it now. The hunger, the desire that he was trying so hard to hide. And I get it. A man in his position can'tshow e

She cries out as my tongue slides up her slit, parting her soft lips as I seek out her tiny little pleasure nub. I circle her clit, and her back arches up off the bed, her hips pressing against my jaw. "Oh my God..." she moans as I apply more pressure. She tastes delicious, and her wetness soaks my lips and chin as I begin to gently suck her little button as I continue with my tongue. Her pleasure is my pleasure, and when I hear her cry out in ecstasy, I nearly explode in my pants. Her moans dance like blessings in my ears, and I flatten my tongue and hold it there while she goes off. Her first orgasm, and all because of me. I prop myself up and look down at her, face flushed, a slight layer of sweat across her cheeks. I lean down and kiss her. She tastes herself on my lips, and a flash of arousal shows in her eyes. Reaching down, I tug my cock out of my pants and set it on her soaked pussy. She looks down at it, and I see her pupils dilate when she sees the size. "Oh my God, V