Eyes On Me, Babygirl のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

Kammie My hands sank into his hair as I whined at the coppery taste of blood beading onto my lips. He groaned as he licked it off — and f++k, the low, primal sound was enough to turn me on.“F++k,” I whimpered, completely lost in the sensation.He thrust his tongue into my mouth, and my breath came unevenly.“We shouldn’t…” I tried to speak, but I couldn’t manage to finish that thought through his insistent kisses. My head spun as he continued to ravish my mouth hard, hungrily stealing my breath away, his tongue sliding into my mouth.A shaky breath left me, completely under his spell, as his hands roamed all over my body with a heat that ignited a desperate need within me. A need that had nothing to do with fear and everything to do with pleasure. His large hand cupped my breast and squeezed it firmly, while the other glided down my waist, gripping my ass as he ground his hard, lengthy cock against me.“F++k…” A broken sound left my lipsOh God, that felt so good. Why did it feel so

Kammie “So tight and wet…” He rubbed his thumb harder and faster against my clit, and I pushed my hips back against him as unintelligible sounds were wrenched from my lungs.Too much pleasure. It was too much.Sweat slicked down my back. Our skin slapped as he fucked into me with a relentless rhythm.“Fucking hell, your p+++y is tightening up on me. Are you about to cum, Malyshka?”“Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.” I chanted, hips vibrating with every assault on my clit and his deep, hard thrusts.He was a fucking machine.“That’s it… give it to me..” He thrust hard enough for my body to jiggle. I dug into my palms, blood rushing down my hands.But I was beyond caring. I needed this.“Yes!” I screamed as fiery relief exploded through me. My body convulsed around him. His tight grip on my hips was the only thing holding me from collapsing.I didn’t care if he killed me with that gun… I was already gone anyway.I can barely feel my legs. His huge length still settled deep inside my p+++y

Kammie Pov Standing before me was none other than my fiancé, Ronan.And my sister, Monica.For a moment, my brain refused to process what my eyes were seeing. Ronan had my sister pinned against the wall, facing our framed wedding photo, the one we had taken months ago on the first day I wore my wedding gown.My breath caught in my throat.Two days.In two days, I was supposed to marry him, the man now fucking the hell out of my own sister."O-Oh my God..." the receptionist gasped in disbelief.My knees trembled as I stood there, staring, unable to look away. I should turn around. I should leave. But for some reason, I couldn't.My feet felt rooted to the floor, barely keeping me standing."Mmm... baby. Kam could never make you feel this good..." Monica's voice drifted into my ears, and I fought the sting gathering behind my eyes."She's such a nun. " Ronan's voice sounded. " You know I wouldn't have agreed to this wedding but I needed her anyway and she believed I loved her. What a f

Kammie. Beep!Beep!Beep!The sound of my alarm clock rang loudly across the room.I mumbled something I couldn't even understand as I blinked sleepily and forced myself up.Rubbing my brows, my gaze drifted toward the sunlight pouring through the window.My eyebrows knitted together when I looked down at the nightgown clinging to my skin.What the fuck happened last night?How did I..?My mind went blank as I tried to process what happened. A sudden headache hit me, making me wince slightly.My mind struggled to piece together what happened that night. I recalled going to the club downtown with Cathy. After that, everything else was blurred.Had I gotten drunk? Had Cathy driven me back home?I pushed myself to my feet and headed downstairs.Opening the fridge, I grabbed a bottle of cold water and took a long drink, trying to calm the storm raging inside my head.Why can't I remember anything?I suddenly recalled the incident at the villa. I must have gotten really drunk not to even

KammieCold air brushed against my skin as I stepped out of the airport doors, strands of hair blowing across my face while I dragged my luggage beside me with slow, heavy steps.Exhaustion settled deep into my bones.I was supposed to be here five hours ago, but the weather delay had ruined everything. What should've been a simple flight somehow turned into an entire morning of crowded terminals, delayed announcements, restless silence, and thoughts I didn't want to think about.There was too much to think about.Too much to feel.I needed space.Needed to breathe.Needed to run.So here I was.Back in the city most people called the city of sin.My hometown.The same place I abandoned six years ago now stood before me loud, bright, and painfully alive.Cars moved endlessly across the roads while strangers laughed and walked past me without a care in the world. Bright lights flashed from every direction even in broad daylight.Funny.The world somehow kept moving while mine felt like