Lahat ng Kabanata ng Wrecked By My Bully: Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

Rhett props himself up and looks down at me like I’ve just said the dumbest thing in the world. Then he smiles and shakes his head like a comforting father.“Bad? Cassandra, it’s the biggest turn-on in the world.”“M–men like that?” I ask.He nods and gently parts me with a finger, sending a rush of sensation through my body. He traces the line of my slit, then takes that same finger and slips it into his mouth, sucking it clean of my slick.My jaw falls open. I’m just not ready for this. Nowhere near. I thought I was, but I’m not.He presses his finger inside me, causing my hips to jerk at the intrusion, but then instantly my whole body gives itself over to him. “Don’t worry, angel. I’ve got you,” he says, soothing me with his voice. “Let me open you up. Get you ready for my thick cock.”I can’t do anything but lie there as he works me gently, so gently, with a single finger, giving me sensations I’ve never felt in such a way before. I’msosensitive, and when he adds another finger, m

CASSANDRAThe room is quiet.Like the cold, dark void of space. A violent silence that seems to exist to crush me. I’ve been locked in here all day. I’ve seen no one, heard nothing. Sun streams weakly through the windows as I sit on the floor, knees up, my hoodie stretched over my legs. I don’t even want to be in the bed. The bed Arthur paid for. Sure, he may have also paid for this floor, but at least I’m not getting any comfort out of it. I don’t want any comfort from him in any way. At this point, I’d rather starve than eat any of his food.My bag lays beside me, still packed. But my heart is torn open, spilling my soul into the silent void. It feels like I’m deflating, losing myself as every second ticks by.I didn’t make it. I didn’t get to Rhett. And now I may not ever see him again.He must think I’m awful–that I bailed on him. Poor little rich girl had a change of heart. Pain stings my heart as I picture him thinking such a thing.Last night was meant to be a triumphant escape.

He’s big, dangerous, and completely obsessed with me.Saxon isn’t the kind of guy you bring home to the folks–not that I have any. As the leader of the biker gang, “The Heartless Bastards,” he has fists like cannonballs, a dark past, a body covered in scars, and lips that whisper secrets I shouldn’t want to hear. When he sets his sights on something, he takes it. And now, he’s got his sights on me.I should run. But he’d just catch me on his bike.And when he growls my name, pins me down with his rough hands, and swears on his life that I belong to him…I know I’m already his.Saxon doesn’t just want me. He needs me. And if I let him in, there’s no turning back. He’ll tear the whole world down just to keep me. And Lord help me…I might just let him.******001TAMMYI’ve only beenin Chesterville for two days. Two whole days. But already, the dusty, rundown streets of this tiny town feel like they’re suffocating me. When I look in the mirror now, I don’t even see the girl I was back in W

SAXONI can still feelthe warmth of her body on my fingertips. A low, steady burn that’s settling deep into my chest, and I can’t fucking stand how much it’s making me think about her.Tammy…What is it about her?She’s just so different than any of the other girls I’ve known in my life. The way she carries herself–completely unaware of how gorgeous she is. She acts so innocent. Does she have any idea the kind of power she holds over men? I’ve had more than my share of women, but there’s something about her…something special.I pull my bike up in front of my apartment and kill the engine, but I don’t get up immediately. I just sit there, my mind still wrapped up in vile and corrupted thoughts of all the things I want to do to her.Maybe it’s the way she looked at me with those big, bright, innocent eyes that held my gaze like a challenge. Of course I’m used to women wanting to be with me, but there’s something about Tammy that’s different. It’s like she’s fighting against her own desi

Only I know about this secret spot.Myspot. But tonight, I’m going to do something I’ve never done before: I’m going to bring someone else here and let them see it too.My thirst for Tammy is threatening to choke the breath from me. I bring the bike to a slow halt and lean it over, kill the engine, and turn to face her. And that’s when I see it. The same hunger I saw last night. The same hunger now raging in my chest. I take her small, soft hand in mine and pull her close. The spark between us is undeniable.I step off the bike, my head swimming and my legs unsteady from the rush of the moment. I’ve never felt this way before. I should feel guarded. Reserved. But with Tammy, I don’t care. Iwantto feel this way with her.I press her down onto her back so she’s reclined fully on the seat of my bike, and she offers no resistance. The hem of hershirt pulls up just enough so I can see the skin of her sculpted midsection, a work of art like a piece of marble cut by a master sculptor.The to