All Chapters of Addicted to Mr. Wrong : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Zeke’s POV I had a plane to catch in less than an hour but there she is…distracting me yet again. The moment she walked out to the deck in that sexy silk robe, my fate was sealed. I’m gonna be late for my flight! Screw it, the plane can wait! I’m not walking out of here without teaching her a lesson about breaking my rules and defying me. She is on her knees, staring up at me with those challenging, petulant eyes, daring me to punish her for not eating. The stubborn brat! In all the years I’ve had these arrangements, no sub has ever made it so hard for me to stick to my own rules the way she did. None had captivated me the way she does. This is why she is the perfect sub for me. I didn’t know I needed a stubborn brat like her. She knows how to make me want to punish her. The more she defies me, the more I want to fuck every inch of disobedience out of her. My dick is already hard. My nerves are wrecked. Adrenaline pumping fast. “You either eat breakfast o

Jazz’s POV Jason sits behind his desk, typing furtively into his computer. “So, when was the last time you got your period?” he asks in a professional tone. He is warm, inviting, but I can't stop the weird churning in the pit of my belly. My cheeks blow hot, turning red with embarrassment. This is a little weird. He is, after all, Zeke’s friend. “On the 23rd,” I answer in a low voice. “And when was the last time you had sex?” he asks without taking his eyes off the computer. I freeze. Does he actually want the details on how his best friend fucked the shit out of me this morning? Something tells me Jason would know a lot about Zeke’s ‘activities.’ They couldn’t be best friends without him knowing…which begs the question: does he always examine Zeke’s subs? Does he have a standard contract with Zeke to check out every single sub he had ever signed? The designated BDSM doctor? Is that why Zeke sent me to him? Sensing my hesitation, he leans away from hi

Jazz’s POV Lou’s house is bopping with music. Does he ever stop partying? Even in the middle of the day, the house is full of degenerates looking to score. I clutch my phone, checking one last time to make sure it’s still switched off. The last thing I need right now is Bobby tracking me here. I only ditched him so he wouldn’t report back to Zeke. I want to deal with Lou on my own. My sister, my problem! I push the front door open, making my way through the addicts in the house. I can’t find Lou or Summer. Damn, I was really hoping to find Summer back here. I thought she might have doubled back after she stole my money. Lou’s her favorite dealer, after all. Through the kitchen, I make my way to the backyard where I find Lou in the pool with three drunk girls. Lou’s back is against the pool wall, watching the girls play with a green ball. He sees me as soon as I come out of the kitchen. “Heyyyy, Jazz, looking good girl!” he calls out, drunkenly. He is holding a bottle of beer

Zeke's POV I sit in the meeting room, hearing the voices of my board speak but barely registering what they're actually saying. My mind is elsewhere. My blood is still boiling. The image is clear in my head. If I closed my eyes, I can still see that arrogant jerk putting his hands on Jazz. I grind my teeth, fists folding as I try to calm myself. But no matter how hard I tried, I can't get over it. He actually touched her. He touched my Jazz. What would have happened if Bobby hadn't tracked her down in time? What would he have done to her? All for what? A miserly ten grand? An unquenchable fire is burning inside me. Nah, he has to pay for it! With one text, I called in a favour from the mayor's office. By this time tomorrow, Rick's club will be shut down. And that's just the beginning. I am going to strip him of everything he's ever earned; everything he's ever built for himself will be destroyed. I am going to tear apart that little criminal empire h

Zeke's POV Back on the plane, I can appreciate the divine silence and dim lights as I continue watching her. My eyes are glued to the screen, watching her enthralling figure bounce on the dildo. I love the way her ass recoils and her boobs fall with each bounce. I switch cameras to observe her from all angles: the overhead cameras give me a perfect view of her ass, her boobs, the goddamn sweat beads streaking her forehead and the side cameras offers me a perfect view of each thrust. I didn’t want to miss a single angle. With a simple tap, I could flick through the many cameras. Her throaty, hoarse moans fill my ears through the earbuds. “What a fabulous view! Fuck, you are doing such a good job, doll. I wish I’m right there with you. I would give anything to feel myself moving inside you right now!” I drawl animalistically. I love the way she sinks in and out of the dildo, expanding herself slowly to take it all the way to the shaft. She continues to surprise me. “