บททั้งหมดของ Spicy Desires : บทที่ 131 - บทที่ 140

“Yes”The single word… breathless, needy… snapped something inside Johnny.This time he slammed into her so hard the headboard cracked against the wall with a sharp thud. Charlotte’s gasp turned into a cry, her body jolting upward from the force. The impact sent a fresh wave of pleasure-pain radiating through her core, making her walls flutter wildly around him“Faster?” he growled, voice gravel-rough, hips already drawing back for another punishing thrust“A lot faster”He smiled darkly and predatory at the frustration in her voice. Then he firmly caught her hips in both hands, dragged her down the mattress away from the headboard to give himself room, and hammered into her the way she loved: deep, relentless and unyielding.Jesus Christ, it should be a crime that a human could feel this sweet.Every thrust drove him to the hilt, the slick glide of her arousal coating him completely, the tight heat of her gripping him like a fist. He could feel every flutter, every pulse as her body

The evening after their return, Charlotte pulled up to her mother's modest building. The front door flew open before she even knocked. Patricia stood there in a colorful wool sweater. Behind her, Joan leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, a knowing smirk on her face."My baby girl is back!" Patricia pulled her into a hug "We’ve been waiting all day to hear everything"Joan stepped forward next, wrapping Charlotte in a quick, tight squeeze. "You look different. And you are glowing"Charlotte laughed, kicking off her shoes in the entryway. "Missed you too, troublemaker"They settled in the living room.Charlotte sank into the middle of the couch between her mom and sister. She took a deep breath, then extended her left hand, with her fingers splayed.The ring caught the light and threw tiny rainbows across the walls.“Oh my God” Joan exclaimed, grabbing Charlotte’s wrist to pull it closer. Her eyes went wide. “No way. No freaking way”Charlotte covered her face with her free hand

Charlotte stepped into her bedroom, kicking the door shut behind her with a soft click. She needed to take her bath but before anything else, she needed to let Johnny know she was home. She didn’t want him driving all the way to More Bites only to find her gone. She pulled her phone from her back pocket, tapped his name, and held it to her ear as she removed her wrist watch and kept on the night stand. He picked up on the third ring.“Hey, babe.” Johnny’s voice flooded the line, warm and deep, “Are you ready for me to pick you up?”Charlotte sank onto the edge of her bed, twirling a strand of her blonde hair around her finger. “I’m home already. I didn’t want to stress you out, and I somehow forgot to call you while I was still there”There was a brief pause. When he spoke again, his tone had shifted, a note of disbelief threading through it. “Stress me? Are you calling yourself a stress right now?”“Uhmm… I…”“Babe, listen to me” His voice softened but carried that edge whenever he

The morning light filtered through the half-drawn blinds of the private hospital room, making everything it touched glow. The air carried the faint antiseptic tang of disinfectant mixed with the subtle floral notes of the get-well bouquet of lilies and roses placed on the bedside table. Monitors beeped steadily in the background, a rhythmic reminder that she was alive, that the nightmare from the night before had not claimed herHer eyelids fluttered open slowly, heavy with the remnants of sedation and the dull, persistent throb that radiated from the back of her skull. The world came into focus in fragments… the IV line taped to the back of her hand, the hospital gown that felt too odd against her skin, the faint ache in every muscle as if she’d been tossed around like a rag dollShe looked done briefly and Johnny sat slumped in the visitor’s chair pulled right up to the bed, his upper body folded forward so his head rested on the mattress beside her hip. One of his arms was stretc

After some minutes, the door opened again with a soft click. The doctor and nurses had left already. Patricia hurried back in, her flats tapping quickly across the floor. Her face was flushed from the fresh wave of worry that had clearly overtaken her after hearing what had happened to her daughter last night. She rushed straight to Charlotte’s bedside, gathering both of her daughter’s hands in hers as though they might disappear if she didn't hold tight“Let me see” she breathed, voice trembling. She turned Charlotte’s face gently toward the window light, fingers feather-light against her daughter’s jaw. The bruises color had deepened to a deep violet along the cheekbone, a sickly yellow-green spreading toward the temple, small scabbed cuts from flying glass dotting her skin like cruel freckles. “Oh my God… who did this to you?”Charlotte forced a small and careful smile, so it wouldn’t pull at the stitches hidden under the gauze bandage wrapped around her head. “I’m fine now, Mom. I