Lahat ng Kabanata ng Playboy's Secret Wife: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

32: Naughty>When I asked Emma to call the candidates for an interview. I hadn’t realized meeting my half sister would sour my mood. The fact that she was completely oblivious that we were blood related didn’t sit well with me either.I was really curious to meet her. She looked strikingly similar to Noah. I mean, if Noah was a girl and his features were a little feminine. She has dad’s eyes. And I hate her for this. I don’t need a reminder roaming around me all day long of dad’s infidelity.To sate my curiosity, I asked her where she completed her high school and sure enough; it was the same as Liam’s city and school.“Fucking great,” I muttered to myself when I figured she was indeed Liam’s ex.“Excuse me?” She said with a flash of annoyance in her eyes.I frowned at her. This is how I figured it out that my half sister, Isha, has super sensitive ears. What happened in the next few minutes showed me that she had a stubborn, supersensitive ego and what not. “What?” Her

34: Sated>Beautiful.Sophie is simply gorgeous and slender with flawless skin. I can see her pussy through the see-through fabric. It’s smooth and hairless. Ever since the day she stumbled into my bed drunk and naked, I have been craving to touch her soft skin. Her body demands gentleness, but I am far from the mindset. I stalk closer to her and tear her lingerie from the middle to bring her breasts out. She yelps, then whines, “I liked that one!”I smirk and pay my attention to her breasts. Huge mountains. I take her light pink nipple between my teeth and flicker it with my tongue. She arches her back and holds my head, pushing my face into her chest. I push her panties aside and slip my finger into her core. She is so damn wet, ready to be ravished. But I want to savor her tonight. I pay the same attention to her other breast, then pull away.“I will slide my cock between these two specimens tonight.” I grab her breasts in a tight grip. She gasps and rolls her head ba

36: Worthless>I sigh in content as I lay in bed. I don’t know what it is. But I am feeling a strange bliss right now. I literally cannot remember when was the last time I had sex—this intense—with someone. It’s been a long-long time. I went on dates and made out with men. But sex itself — it’s been long.M walks away from me, and I hear a click of the bathroom door. I grin like a fool and slide the blindfold above my eyes.How long will we play this game?Will we divorce each other without even seeing one’s faces?No, I decide, I would like to see him. Not now, because I’m enjoying this. But later—I would like to see his face.I turn on my back and wince at the tingling sensation. My body is warm at spots where he spanked and flogged me. It wasn’t too hard. Each blow was calculated. Was the sex intense because I was flogged for the first time? Or is it because M knows how to use his tools?I come out of my reverie with a sound behind the bathroom door. I slide the blind

38. Do you know your ABC?>.Once Sophia goes to the bathroom the intercom rings almost immediately. I frown and pick it up.“Master Miller!”“Yes.”“You have an urgent call from… Liam Hemsworth.. Would you like me to connect you to him?”My heartbeat quickens as I hear his name. Liam never bothers me when I am at the club. Did something happen? My mind runs through a million scenarios.“Please connect.”“Sure.”After a short tone, I hear him.“Miles?”“Liam. What happened?”“Miles… Man…” He says in a hoarse voice. “Why the fuck would you do this to me?”My ears perk up in alarm. I can hear the sound of traffic and the whooshing sound of air.“Where are you right now?” I demand.“Answer my fucking question, Miles!” he snaps at me.How the fuck did he figure out about Isha? I am sure it’s about her. Why would he sound upset if it was not her?I wear my shirt, while holding the wireless receiver between my ear and shoulder.“I will tell you everything, but tell me where the

40. F is for>Pet has been tickling me for the past ten minutes and not letting me sleep.“Stop it!” I shriek and try to get away from her.“Alphabet F is all about forcing yourself. Consider it your lesson, forced cuddles.” I am sure she is grinning. After turning off the lamp, room is pitch dark and I am unable to spot her properly.When she tries to tickle me again on the sides, I throw a pillow in her face. She giggles like a little girl.“You are fun. Saying no but wanting more and more.”“No.. I don’t want more… I will die of laughter,” I complained. “For God’s sake, let me sleep. I have a meeting tomorrow.” I tell her and she finally stops.“Okay. I will stop now,” she says, breathing heavily and we lay in bed in silence.“What else comes with F?” I ask her. The word ‘forced’ alarmed me a little.She hums.”I don’t remember everything but… flogging, figging, forced masturbation, forced nudity, fantasy rape, fisting.” I blanch at last two words. Definitely a big no