Groped Novels & Stories

he groaned, gathering my hair in his hand, holding it tight. He was watching me devour him—eyes drowst, lips parted—but he couldn’t keep his eyes open for long. Michael threw his head back, eyes highly closed, guiding my rhythm, fucking my mouth slow, then deep, then faster. “Fuck… fuck… fuck…” he moaned louder, hips moving to meet my mouth, fucking into me. “Oh, fuck, Natasha. Ahh!” He was gething out of his wits. I could tell. The way his hips lost control, the way his grip in my hair yanked tighter with every thrust.

Without another word the office door snapped shut. The day dragged on slowly, I never once caught a glance of the supposed Alpha, kelechi left shortly after, he stayed in his office till I left the room. I walked to the dinning room weak to the bones. The long rectangular wooden table was packed with people, I moved easily towards them less curious eyes watched me. I sat between Ebere and another girl. Garri and vegetables soup were already served before us, soaking my hands on a water bowl at the center of the table, not waiting another second, I moulded the garri with my hands and rolled it to little balls mixing it with the soup, swallowing it. Ebere don't questions my solemn expression.

" I hit the gas and drove off. I returned the gift, went back to my apartment, and packed my things. Now all I had to do was wait for the appointment—then I'd be moving in with my new groom. After dinner, one of my studio colleagues called. I braced myself, thinking she was going to tell me we'd lost money on canceled wedding flowers. I was about to say I'd cover it—but she was crying. "Ms. Powell, what do we do? The national floral exhibition project—Derek stole it. They bid half our price. "But the flowers are already on the way. If we lose the deal, we eat the cost ourselves. That's easily over a million…"

added one of the soldiers. The colonel's eyes squinted. Suddenly he felt itchy on his arms and legs. Without further ado, he swiped the crawling creature with his hand, cursing. It fell down on the floor, moved, and tried to fly away but the Colonel was swift. He stumped on it, flattening it with his boot, its fluid oozed out under his sole. Feeling triumphant, he ordered his men. “OK, let's get on with it.”