Semua Bab Hockey Brother's Obsession: Bab 11 - Bab 20

Cicero turns around to face me. I take a hasty step back, then another, until my ass hits the bike behind me.I run my fingers around the bike, searching for a non-smooth surface to anchor my fingers while keeping my eyes on Cicero.There is blood on his lips, and as he walks toward me, unhurriedly, I get terribly terrified when his eyes don’t leave my face.He stops in front of me and asks. “Are you going to say thank you or not?”“Thank you?” I croak, tightening my hands on the bike behind my back.A wave of air blows, and my body feels hot and flushed, my breasts heavy, and my nipples hardening as they rub against my bra.“I should tell you thank you for killing a man you brought to taunt me?!”“Yeah, but I also removed him,” Cicero says. “So, where’s my reward?”“Reward?” I almost cry as I try to slide sideways around the bike to get away from him. But he takes a step forward and blocks my exit. “You hired my emotionally abusive ex-boyfriend to torment me, Cicero!”“I didn’t know

By morning, several more people were interested in buying my bags.Some interested buyers even upped their offers to increase their chances of getting the bags.Amazing!I decided to sell just three bags. The money might not be so big, but if I spend meaningfully and get maybe a shared apartment in a downtown area at Cherub Island, it will definitely take me through at least two to three months.I’ll also support myself with any kind of job I can get until I’m able to find something within my line of qualification.Decision made, I’m left with how to source a reliable dispatch company that will deliver the bags to the selected buyers.That means I need to find a way to even get out of this house without being followed.I tried a morning run earlier, and as annoying as it is, I saw about three of Cicero’s men and two of Papa Ben’s men running around the track at different intervals, looking like actual human beings going about their day-to-day activities instead of the demon servers th

I ended up packing the bags I planned to sell into my box. The plan is to move at any opportunity I get.Darmont is known for its fine dining, luxury stores, and expensive 5-star hotels. So, the chance of walking into a store to sell something is plausible.Throughout the flight to Darmont, Cicero let me be and even checked us into separate hotel rooms.I had expected the typical Cicero behavior, where he either pays for a suite with separate bedrooms or forces me to share the same room with him.But this new style of his took me by surprise, and I couldn’t help but wonder if this is the calm before the storm.What does he know that I don’t?We had dinner while Frank Hayley, Cicero’s manager, gave him a virtual rundown of his day tomorrow. After that, he bid me goodnight and disappeared into his room.Not sure if he is indirectly monitoring me and maybe hoping that I’ll try something, I decided not to make any move tonight.Initially, I thought I would sneak out and access the area to

I feel a cold trickle of fear. It might’ve been smarter to say nothing, but I said, “I’m sorry,” stupidly admitting to his accusation.He says nothing as the lock scrapes and complains under his fingers.Realizing that this is where it begins to get worse for me, I turn, grab my handbag with my passport and money inside it, and run out of my hotel room, heading down the hallway.Stairs or elevator? Surely, he’ll be able to hear me going down the staircase.The question is decided for me when the elevator opens with a soft ding in front of me.I hurry inside, pressing myself against one wall and jamming my thumb into the close button.After a moment of hesitation, I select the fifteenth floor. If I head straight down, his men will be looking for me. And not even the hotel management will be able to help me.I need to move around a little until maybe when I’m able to slip away in the middle of whatever chaos he will create while looking for me.So, instead of following the elevator to t

Cicero begins to slide rough fingers down to my nipples that are already pebbled and needy from being ground into the hard sofa.I’m jolted into speech, and begin to shriek, but as he did before, he slaps his hand over my mouth again, and I feel his cock stiffening harder inside me.“Bad girl, Nelle,” he says warningly, giving my ass another slap, which makes me mewl with the sharp, savage sting.He lets out another low, urgent groan as he now begins to fuck me aggressively, one hand on my mouth, and the other on my ass, yanking my ass cheek up so he can pound in and out of me.I hear the sharp slap of our flesh connecting, and again, I begin to feel a low, reluctant heat growing in my belly.But Cicero wants one fucking thing, and he tightens his hold on me as he gets it, exactly how he wants and as long as he wants this time.He pulls my top up with his hand, and he bites my back so hard and sucked the spot with the same amount of strength, as if he wants to consume me, and mark up e