All Chapters of Wrecked By My Bully: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

LeiaI wake up to the smell of bacon cooking and the feel of warm sunlight on my cheek. Opening my eyes, I see I’m alone in bed and quickly sit up. My mind quickly goes to the bad dream I had.No, he wouldn’t have a sexy female chef down there, would he?All the same, I quickly throw on some pajama bottoms and a T-shirt and head down to the kitchen to check.The smell of bacon cooking grows stronger as I take the stairs. I can’t get the images of last night out of my mind either. And those are real images too—not just things I dreamt up.If I find a cute girl cooking down here, I swear to God…But as I round the corner, I find Sterling standing over the stove, wearing a pair of briefs and a white tank top, a sizzling pan of bacon in front of him.“She’s up.” He grins as he sees me come in. “I guess I can start making the eggs now. You like eggs, I hope.”“Sure,” I reply. “How do you make them?”“The best you’ve ever had,” he chuckles. “You all right? You look like you’ve got something

Back in high school, girls used to talk about how big of a guy you wanted to lose your virginity to, and how losing it to a guy with an enormous dick wasn’t ideal because it would hurt too much. Well either they were wrong or Sterling knew exactly what he was doing to make things go smoothly.He reaches out and lifts up my shirt and sweater, exposing my breasts, which he begins to fondle with both hands, turning me on even more.“Play with yourself, angel,” he growls. His words ignite something within me, and I quickly tug my pants down and slip a hand between my thighs.I’m already soaking. I knew pleasuring him would turn me on, but I didn’t realize just how much.I moan as my fingers reach my spot, and a jolt of ecstasy shoots through me, so much more intense than when I’m spending time with myself. Never did I think I could do something like this—put myself on display for someone. But when I see Sterling’s eyes looking down at me, filled with hunger, it frees me of all the anxiety

SterlingMy blood is boiling as I watch Donnie walk away from us, twirling his pocket watch casually as though he were simply taking a stroll on vacation. Once he’s out of hearing range, Leia turns and smacks me hard on the shoulder.“All right!?” she hisses. “What the hell are you thinking? You’re seriously going to let that man fuck me? So what if he’s the Godfather—?”“Of course I’m not.” I stop her, taking both of her hands in mine. “There’s absolutely no way I’d let any man touch you, Leia. Godfather or not.”“Then why did you just say that to him!?”“Because confronting the Godfather here at his party in front of a bunch of men all loyal to him didn’t seem like the best of ideas,” I reply with a smile, doing my best to comfort her. “Wouldn’t you agree?”Her head droops, and her shoulders rise as she sucks in a deep breath. Donnie scared the shit out of her, and I completely understand why. And that has the rage inside me just growing and growing. All I can think about is putting

EpilogueLeiaFour Years Later…* * *“Three years.” My dad smiles, tossing his chip as I drive him home. “Can you believe that? Three years without stepping foot in a casino.”“I’m proud of you, Dad,” I tell him as he pats me on the knee. “And just think, none of it would have been possible without Sterling.”I chuckle as Dad frowns at me. He pinches me on that spot on my thigh that never fails to tickle me, and I quickly swat him on the back of the hand.“Hey, stop! I’m driving! Do you want me to crash and kill us both?”“I want you to give credit where credit is due!” he protests. “And I did the work to get past my gambling addiction—not that mafioso bastard who bought my daughter from me.”I laugh as I take the turn that takes us over the bridge, which I always used to use as a marker to let myself know that we were almost home. It took some getting used to after we moved, which of course we had to do after what went down at Donnie Esposito’s mansion. The entire family was looking

The walk to the tennis court feels like a small hike. Arthur’s estate is enormous. I forget just how many acres he owns, but it’s a lot. I never see anyone but the staff here and my father, who has only visited me once since I first arrived. Sometimes I feel like I’m living on another planet.Ted, the gardener, is pruning the hedges with his team, working slowly and precisely like his life depends on it.The court is still wet in the corners from this morning’s dew. I grab a racket from the small shed by the fence and turn, and that’s when I see him.Not Ted. Not Arthur.Him.He’s tall and broad, with a chiseled jaw and sharp eyes. His hair is auburn and messy, but in an intentional sort of way. He’s wearing a navy-blue track jacket that’s stretched across his thick chest and wide shoulders. And he’s walking right toward me.Thisis my new tennis coach? Impossible. He looks like he was carved out of marble and should be on display in a museum or an art gallery for everyone to admire. A