Lahat ng Kabanata ng Love, Obsession, Torture: Kabanata 141 - Kabanata 150

ROBIN I wheezed. “I’m here baby, I’m not going anywhere, and I’m sorry too Jack. For keeping you in the dark about your babies, for hating you. You didn’t deserve my hostility.” “No. I did. I may not have killed your parents, but I deserved everything. You’re paying for my fuck ups. I would’ve died if something had happened to you, my angel.” “But I’m here, flesh and blood. I’m here. Come baby.” I snuggled against his chest, staying there forever. Arms in arms, body definitely not touching body because of the obstruction of his clothes, but he was close enough. “You’re my life, Robin. I fucking love you so much.” He said, his voice hoarse. “I fucking love you too.” He jerked his head, staring at me, staggered. I laughed. “Don’t get carried away, lady.” He wiped his eyes, before stroking the tears from mine. “You’re still not allowed to say bad words.” “I’m not five, Jack.” I grumbled, laughing sweetly at him. “You’re! You’re forbidden from saying bad words. Come, bath t

JACK “Jack!” She moaned my name, breathing heavily. Her lovely fingers rounding and gripping hard at my neck, pushing her lips into me and deepening our kiss. This was a good sign. She needed me too, but I didn’t take it as an invitation to ravage her roughly against the wall. Proceeding with outmost thoughtfulness and care, I slid my hands around her waist, cupping her bum and lifting her off the floor in one swift movement, walking us to the bed. I positioned myself over her, planting chaste kisses all over her face before working my way down her legs, kissing her inner thighs and honing in on my favourite place in the world… her pussy. I savoured the moment, immersing my senses in her incredible scent before brushing wet, delicate tongue over her drenched buzzing clit. She fisted her hand into my curls, yanking her pleasure out of my hair as she readjusted herself to accommodate the flicking high of my tongue. “Oh, God. Jack!” Her scream rammed through the room, clawing at the c

JACK Carting her down the stairs to the colossal dining area, we saw Margaret assisting Cathy straighten out plates, stopping abruptly to hug my legs when she registered my hands were too busy to lift her up in an embrace. Robin squirmed, an indication to release her, but I didn’t. She was coming down when I felt like it. “Good Morning Sir, Robin.” Cathy nodded at us, beaming before vacating to the kitchen, leaving puzzled Margaret’s gaze lingering on us. “I know you!” Her little voice chirped. “You’re the lady from the last time, you were in Daddy’s shirt too.” Oh, the eidetic memory of this girl. “Yes, I was, we didn’t get the chance to officially meet.” Robin turned stern eyes at me, I didn’t budge, still holding on to her legs around my waist. “Jack, please put me down.” “No.” I whispered, she huffed. What was she huffing for? Cathy was still setting the table and would need more time to finish. “You’re staying put until Cathy is done.” I narrowed my eyes back on Margaret

JACK I moved my arse to the study, my whole body oozing with displeasure at the turn of events. My unhappiness only increasing my irritation as I fought to recall the mishaps Robin had encountered when she wasn’t with me. I wasn’t a happy – not in the least, and it was all my fucking cousin’s doing with her dumb friends. Where the hell was he? Miller had yet to suss out Mason’s whereabouts, neither had the police made any progress with Millicent’s. This would get fucking dicier real soon. Playing touch and go with those two motherfuckers wasn’t something I’d bet my life on. If it came down to my idiotic brother and Robin, there was no question who I’d pick. I huffed, scrubbing my palm down my beard, thinking how unproductive the day had been, and it was still in the early hours of the fucking morning. A quiet lonely Saturday. Determined to make something of the day, I went through a private file I had kept on Mason, hoping it would lead me somewhere…to his current location,

ROBIN I broke free from Lana’s grip and sprinted towards Cathy as soon as I spotted her slouched against the doorframe, lunging into her arms with force. “Where’s he?” My trembling voice croaked, my eyes pleading with her for answers. “He’s having his bullet wounds treated.” Bullet wounds? Lana hasn’t mentioned he’d been shot more than once. My knees buckled, my legs moving before my brain could catch up with me. I was already running, bursting into one of his private rooms, expecting to find an unconscious, frail looking, barely- hanging on Jack. But I was stunned to a screeching stop. “Ja…Jack?” I stammered and stuttered all over the place, puzzled to see him alive and upright, wincing as the doctor carefully dressed the wounds in his shoulder. Relief hit me so hard my words couldn’t work. I stumbled towards him, throwing myself into his arms, his uninjured arm immediately coming around me, pulling me in without a second thought, totally disregarding the presence of