Semua Bab Wrecked By My Bully: Bab 21 - Bab 30

DamonSix months later…Jawbone blunts my knuckles.Blood sprays against cold concrete wall. The man spits a tooth onto the floor.“Tell us where it is!” I bark as I ready myself for another blow. Normally, I’d leave this kind of work to one of my enforcers. Doing it myself is unnecessary. But I’ve been taking greater and greater chances lately. Even my men have noticed.The son of a bitch is tough. I’ll give him that. He looks up at me through his one good eye, as though daring me to hit him again.“You tell us or you die,” I remind him. “He doesn’t deserve this kind of loyalty. You’re just a hired gun.”This guy, Berry or Benny or something, works for one of the other smalltime gangs in the city. They’ve been stealing from us, so I’m coming down hard on them and dismantling their entire little wannabe-drug-syndicate in one fell swoop. Once he gives up his main stash location, my men will burn it to the ground, and they’ll be finished.“Scar…If I tell you,” he grunts, “can I come wor

Lily I’ve been kidnapped by my stepdad. And I’m not sure I’m mad about it… Damon is the most feared mob boss in Philadelphia. They call him Scar due to the scar on his face that I can only imagine where it came from. Everyone knows about him. He’s violent, cruel and powerful, and while it may sound sick, when I came back from school, I was actually excited to meet him. And then I did. I knew from the moment he laid eyes on me that he hated me. Just some dumb teenage girl in his house to get in his way. I could tell he didn’t like the things I wore around the house. He even made a comment about my shorts once. “Too short,” he said in that tone that meant he should be obeyed. But I’m not one of his men. I’m not his wife, and he’s not my father. I don’t have to do anything he says. But this time, I did. Kind of… I ditched the shorts completely and started wearing T-shirts only. His T-shirts. What can I say? They’re long, soft, and they smell good. But he didn’t like th

Lily“Good girl,” Damon growls, bringing his hand down on my other cheek, causing me to cry out again. “Christ, look at the fucking ass on you.”My back arches as he spanks me again, and a fresh flood of endorphins hose into my brain. My core goes tight against his strong legs, and I brace myself against the floor as he disciplines me.I deserve this, I think as I take his punishment. After all, it was my plan to get his attention with all those boys. I knew my mom would bring it up to him, and if that didn’t get his attention, nothing would.His erection is pressing against my breast, leaving my mouth watering with anticipation. I’ve never been this close to a man before or felt his manhood. I may have seen it once, but once wasn’t enough.“Do what?” I replied, quizzically.“How are you always able to be so positive despite whatever is happening?” he asked. “Most people would not have given me the advice that you gave, let alone managed to convince me.”“I don’t know,” I said, sudden

LilyDamon didn’t come home last night, and it’s because of me.He thinks he doesn’t deserve me, and I don’t even know how to process that, because that’s exactly how I feel about him.I’m just a naïve eighteen-year-old girl who’s never had sex, and aside from last night, had never even kissed a man. Meanwhile, Damon is a worldly stud who’s probably had thousands of girls. All I would do is disappoint him. He should be pushing me away because he doesn’t want me. Not because he’s afraid of bringing me into his life.If I close my eyes, I can still feel the sting on my ass from where he spanked me. God, that was amazing. There must be something wrong with me, but even if there is, I don’t care. I’d give anything to be bent over his knees again while he punished me and told me just how bad of a girl I am.Without my phone, there’s not much to do in my cell-like bedroom, so I go to the door and try the knob. I half expect it to be locked, but instead, I find a clothing rack filled with sh

LilyThis pleasure is the worst kind of pleasure—a pleasure that I can feel taking me over with every second. His touch is like fire. His passion is overwhelming, and the way things are going as he kisses me and caresses my body with his rough hands, I might just explode.Yes, there literally may no longer be a Lily Ramone if Damon keeps this up.My muscles are aching for more of his touch. My breasts are heaving with each breath I manage to take, and my nipples are so hard they almost hurt. Somehow, I managed to break him. I don’t know which part of my “master plan” finally did it, and I don’t care.Every single second of his lips against mine is heaven.I’m acutely aware of my nakedness as he presses his clothed body against mine. His soft shirt does nothing to disguise the hard, sculpted muscles underneath, and the fabric of his pants can barely contain his erection that I can feel growing against my thighs, pumping full of blood as he touches my body as though it belongs to him.A