Novel & Cerita Johnny Sins Solo

That is how I am sounding right now. I step up to my apartment whistling softly to myself a happy tune. My senses feel so heightened and I don't think I am my complete self right now. I'm feeling like a completely stupid perverted fool. But at the same time, I am still happy. And I suddenly do not give a s*** about it. I have finally gotten the relief I have been craving for ages. I don't even know I can't just help myself once ...... I just ..... God. I don't even want to think about any of that right now. Let me just deal with a little bit of this sweet smooth happiness I am feeling right now. I think that's the best plan for me…. For now.

Working towards my masters degree at Stanford is an escape too. Then, I start. I don't know how long I'd started but when I lift my head, my gaze lands on the glass penthouse without curtains opposite mine. And again, Damien fucking Vincenzo is naked. But bless the gods, he was wearing pants — his chest which is not riddled with even a spec of ink was bare — leaning casually against his kitchen's sink, a cup of coffee in hand. I glance at the clock. But who the fuck drinks coffee at four fucking PM in the e—

“All this time you’ve been walking around the house in those baggy hoodies and loose jeans, pretending to be the perfect innocent little stepsister… and you’re actually Lunar Katt? The masked slut who twerks her ass and spreads her dripping pussy on camera for thousands of guys?” Her mouth fell open and closed several times opened again. Her face had gone completely pale like she was about to pass out. “Please… Nelson, it’s not what you think. I can explain…” I pulled my phone out, opened my secret folder, and hit play. The sound of her own pornstar moans immediately filled the small bathroom. On the screen, Lunar Katt was on all fours, completely naked except for the black mask, back arched

I spread my legs slowly, knees dropping open as the flannel slips off my shoulders entirely. The side door creaks open. Marcus steps in, closing it with a soft click that feels like the signal to begin. He's in a black Henley hugging his chest, sleeves pushed up, dark jeans slung low, stubble thick with silver flecks, his eyes already dark with desire. He stops short when he sees me. "Jesus fucking Christ, Jenna," he growls, his voice rough around the edges. "Your father is thirty feet away singing carols with his boss."

The whole counter space was covered with several different kinds of booze and that's when I found my poison: Vodka Red-bulls. After I poured my drink, I leaned against the counter and took my first sip of the night. My eyes landed right on Asher's over the rim of my cup and he stared at me with this dark, seductive gaze that I had never seen him look at me with before. My heart began to pound and my hands shook. Why the hell did he affect me so damn much? He pushed off the table he was leaning against and made a direct line straight toward me. Shit! What do I do?!

He’s batshit crazy, always ready for bloodshed. “He won’t answer me. Do you mind breaking one of his hands or maybe both?” I asked Nico, watching a full grin appear on him. “You don’t even have to ask.” He said amusement coating his words, walking towards where I stand. I moved back. Letting Nico take the reins and leave the basement. I was walking upstairs when I heard John screaming. “It was my right hand. My right hand I swear please.” I stopped at that, and could distinctly hear Nico replying.

Once again, I opened my lips to speak, but all I could do was gasp. Forcefully, he spun our bodies around, pressing mine on the cold wall, his hazel eyes meeting mine. The moon bathed his skin with a soft glow, highlighting his features—from his muscular pecs to his abs, which glistened like a diamond close to the shore. His left hand found its way beneath my neck. Not so that I might get choked, but so that I'd know he had control over my body. Of course, he did. If he didn't, I'd be fighting to get my way out of his grip. But here I was, allowing him to control my body like he owned it. Maybe he did.

He walked to the counter and ripped up the application Balor was about to hand me. “I’m Sin.” He smiled, tipping his hat to me, and ignoring the others around me, making me uncomfortable. “Yeah, and I'm Lust.” I snapped sarcastically, without thinking. “Are you now?” His smile broadened. “No, I am not. It was sarcasm… Why won’t I be applying?” I asked, frazzled. Didn't he realize I needed this job? I had bills to pay. “Because you are going to make a deal with me?”