Semua Bab Spicy Desires : Bab 41 - Bab 50

“I was devastated and lost and I hated myself. Bleeding to death must have meant that the things we did two nights before caused it and… I… was automatically responsible for it”Johnny’s voice shook. His hands trembled slightly where they rested on his knees. Charlotte sat very still on the couch, her fingers curling slowly around the cushion as if she needed something to keep her from falling.Johnny swallowed hard. He lifted a hand to his forehead as if something heavy pressed on it.His eyes were empty for a moment as he drifted back into memories he had buried deep inside. The air in the room felt heavier, and thick with the weight of everything about to be revealed.Johnny remembered that night… the way Gia continued to blame him for going too extreme as if he was the mastermind… as if he didn’t ask her if she could take more… as if he didn’t ask her if it was too much.She said yes each time and he begged for more… even cried for more.Still, she blamed him… she was right though

“What do you want?” Joan asked, frustrated at the scumbag who calls himself Dick.“I just need you to give me a chance” he said pleadingly.Oh for crying out loud. She wasn’t interested. Not yesterday. Not today. Not ever.“You dated Dana. And Dana is my friend” she said, keeping her voice flat and unimpressed.“I know all that, and it’s still not putting me off” he insisted.Of course it wouldn’t. Dick never cared about boundaries. Or shame.He continued, “I don’t want her anymore. That’s why I broke up with her. You know that.”“Nope,” Joan corrected sharply. “She didn’t want you anymore and she broke up with you”Dick’s face twitched, annoyed that she had cut the story clean and true.“Come on, Joan, the most important thing is that me and Dana aren’t together anymore,” he said.“It’s important to you, not to me” she replied savagely.“Hey. If you give me…” he began, but she interrupted him again.“Di… ermm…” She squinted at him. His name always felt wrong in her mouth. “Whatever y

Two weeks later…Charlotte’s apartment was not peaceful as usual that morning. It was just 11 a.m., and the entire place was already filled with people… her crew. Every room felt smaller than it used to hours ago. Voices bounced off the walls, laughter erupted here and there, and footsteps shuffled everywhere. It was loud, chaotic, and completely normal for them.Their mini vacation was officially over, and now everyone was back in the city. Charlotte had called for a meeting four days ago and here they were.One thing with her crew was that whenever they were at her house, they made themselves very comfortable. Not just comfortable… EXTRA comfortable. They acted like they owned the place, like it was some community center built specially for them. Hence the reason why Leah was already dishing out food for everyone at the moment.Yes. Leah. The same Leah who could cook for an entire city if she had the chance.And naturally, the first person who had arrived that morning before the sun

Charlotte opened the door quietly and got in.The atmosphere here was cooler than hers. A soft chill ran down her body, most likely from the multiple air conditioners humming quietly in different corners of the house. It was calm, silent, and smelled very faintly of clean soap and something woody… his scent.Johnny hadn’t really given her a tour around the house before, but she didn’t need one to tell it was far bigger than hers. Much bigger. The dark marble floor beneath her heels reflected the soft golden light from the mighty chandelier hanging in the center of the living room. The chandelier was massive, layered with crystals that caught the light and scattered it beautifully across the walls. The walls themselves were painted a deep, rich grey, decorated with minimal but expensive-looking artwork. Everything screamed male, money, power… Johnny.A large black leather couch sat perfectly positioned in the living room, facing a wide flat-screen television mounted on the wall. A gl

His fingers flexed around her neck…God. He was so hot and was only hanging by a thin thread. All he wanted to do at that moment was to turn her back and push his dick inside her pussy from behind or to push her to the floor and fuck her brains out. Make her cry out his name, make her take every single drop of his cum until she becomes limp and helpless.She had asked him if he had ever gotten himself off just by thinking about her.Oh holy hell….If only she knew…. If only she knew what goes on in his head when he thinks about her. All the crazy sinful things he thought of doing to her. He had thought of how he would train and control her body to only listen to him. He had thought of fucking her to unconsciousness. He had thought of what it would be like to take her to his play room.And the fact that she kept calling him daddy wasn’t helping at all. That was a term used when you are allowing someone full control over your body. She was using it on him. She wants to see him lose his