My legs turn to jelly, and I slump backward. It suddenly feels like the whole world rests on my shoulders. Luca's quick reflexes kick in, and he catches me, his arms wrapping around me protectively. My heart flutters, captivated by his gentlemanly gestures. Luca’s lips brush against my sweaty forehead in a soft, gentle kiss. I cringe, almost tasting the saltiness from my sweat on my tastebuds although Luca’s the one who should be concerned. This new side of him is a complete opposite of the raging sex demon he is within. I think I’m becoming more familiar with the unexpected turn of events every time we fuck. And as I gaze into his eyes, I wonder if he enjoys it as much as I do. He seems satisfied with my “services”, but there’s something beyond satisfaction that he yearns. Makes me wonder if it’s truly possible. For a man of his kind, is it even possible for his heart to beat for someone like me? His eyes roam freely over my naked body, taking in the sight of my features
A shudder creeps up my spine as he utters those words. My body may be frozen in place but my emotions are on full display. Fear and shock flicker across my face, my eyes begging for mercy. Usually, I would be excited to see what he has in store for me when he says that I’ll be punished. However, nothing would’ve prepared me for this type of punishment. And on a night like this?! When a very important event is happening right outside the door?! My breathing escalates into frantic gasps, my chest rising and falling in rapid succession. My eyes widen in terror, panic written all over my face. My lips have lost their purpose in the moment. I couldn’t even utter a single word in protest. And that seems even more scary, if I haven’t realized it yet. But he disregards my noises of distress me and proceeds to push the vibrator inside. I groan, my eyes rolling to the back of my head. My insides stretch as my walls envelop the vibrator. Luca steps back, his gaze sweeping over m
I gaze out the car window as Zane zooms through the city. One hand resting on the steering wheel, his other hand plays with his plump lips. This would be the third time he’d let his professional facade slip off, giving way to a new side of him. I spare him a brief glance before turning my attention to the blurry view of the cityscape. He’d asked if I’d care for some music before the ride started. And I’d politely declined, requesting for silence instead. He’d agreed without a thought, saying that whatever pleases me, pleases him too. But seeing his head bobbing up and down to a random beat produced by his drumming fingers, I feel a tad bit guilty for denying his pleasure. But I’m a bit selfish for wanting to be in peaceful silence. For one, I have a vibrator in me. It’s like a ticking time bomb, waiting to detonate in any given moment. I’m worried. Scratch that, I’m terrified. Luca’s threats do not seem empty. And knowing him as a man of his words, there’s no doubt that he
I don’t expect him to go all out on the vibrator but he does. I don’t expect the vibration in me to go that high within seconds but it has. Seating right across Zane, I dare not shift to ease the burden pleasuring my insides. Luca watches me from his table, smug and satisfied. He likes the way my face hardens as the throbbing sensation within me increases. He likes the way my teeth nip at my bottom lip. Although he wishes to do that himself. I writhe, one eye twitching as the feeling becomes uncontrollable. A small tear peeps past my lash line, blurring anything and everything in my vision. I clutch the table, my knuckles turning white to prove how hard I held on for dear life. But it’s not enough. It’s not enough.. As pleasure supersedes any sense of control, erotic images begin flooding my mind. It doesn’t surprise me that the first person that comes to my head is Luca. It’s addictive how his lips morph perfectly with mine, blushed and crimson from my rough nibbli
Yep, he’s said it. He’s done it again. And that look of shock on her face saddens him. Suddenly, she isn’t aroused anymore, the sparkle of desire in her eyes lost as his words register in her mind. However, there’s a softness underlying her hard gaze, of mild confusion maybe. As if she feels the same way about him. It should be scary to him, he’s aware. That she’s giving him that same look of disapproval again. But the way she’s gazing up at him, with those wide, glassy eyes, swollen lips, has him so fucking obsessed. Obsessed in ways that he can’t even begin to explain. For the first time, Luca’s unable to think straight and make solid sense, and she doesn’t even care. She doesn’t care because she wants none of it. What they both share, should be strictly sexual. The relation between them is already a forbidden one since she’s married but he still wants more. He wants to be that guy to keep her up at night, to be on her mind every damn time that she won’t even have time
3RD PERSON’S POV There’s a little forest above Stella’s pink cunt, nothing to be worried about. If anything he thinks it’s cute. Earlier, he hadn’t got a closer look at it due to the urgency of the moment. He needed to so desperately put out his frustration of seeing you hanging out and happy with some other man. Not just any other man, Zane. But now that he had a chance to, he would take it and admire her beauty down there. Stella has a very fat pussy, to be honest. Luca feels the urge to slap it and watch the skin bounce. But that would render the moment a bit awkward for her and he doesn’t want out. His fingers outstretched, he rubs her clit in slow circular motion, his touch warm against the skin. Her eyes flutter close, mind hazy as pleasure begins its work in consuming her senses. Stella can feel her juices oozing out onto his fingers uncontrollably. Luca knows how to work his way to her arousal. His fingers even know better from their countless encounters. Thank
Luca’s eyes flashes with hurt when Stella pushes him away like he’s some type of a dreaded disease. A bit too hard, the idiot lands on the other side of the room with a loud thud. A wince follows, a curse under her breath as she rubs the ache in her buttocks. Now, he’s worried. Brows creased, his bottom lip wet as he traps it in between his pearly whites. Luca doesn’t mean to scare her this much. He’d heard everything she’s uttered in her sleep. And how he loves the way her pretty pouty lips whisper his name, under the influence of the drug he’s administered effectively, his cock, that is. For that, she might actually like the idea of being sick if it calls for that kind of medication. It’s a bit uncomfortable, the silence too heavy to handle as Stella’s dream replays in her head. What’s worse? He probably now thinks that she’ll be returning his feelings. Cheeks flushed in embarrassment, eyes on the floor, anything to avoid this man, she raises herself from the floor. The
Nothing would’ve prepared Stella for the words that tumble out of Luca’s mouth. A second before, she’d been sat quietly, innocent eyes all over his face, allowing him to care for the small gash on her lip. She meets his eyes, searching, hoping that he’s just messing with her and would take back his words. But he doesn’t, no. Instead, his emotions are far from reach, blocked by that darn wall he’s put up again. She gulps, questioning his sudden change of heart. She swears he’s been obsessed with her since their very first encounter. Is he finally ready to move on from her and find a new plaything? The thought haunts her, twisting her stomach in unpleasant ways. A voice intrudes her thoughts, telling her to just come clean already. After all, what harm could that possibly do? It’ll do a lot. It’ll give him hope, hope that she’ll be his forever. But what if the end comes and she can no longer be by his side? The love in his eyes will disappear, his scowl will return. She dre
“Are you sure you two will be alright?”, I echo, glancing back at Sandy and Jamie as they stood by the doorway of our house, a sad smile on my face. Jamie yawns. His shoulders press against his ears, mouth stretching wider as the seconds past, the rest of his face scrunching up. It’s too early, yes, it’s obvious from the still dark sky, little dots staining the black blanket. Sandy, however, is still very much awake. Having helped me pack my bags late into the night through to the crack of dawn. This is it. Didn’t even take me long to pack my bags. I would’ve used it as an excuse to stay longer. The brown envelope, as I opened, held a first class plane ticket, and a hotel key card that I could only guess belongs to the hotel I will stay at in the new country. The driver waits impatiently, he’s been doing that for the past hour. Oh if eyes could kill, I would be six feet beneath the gro
“You!”, he orders, finger pointed at someone in a directionless manner. Heads turn, eyes drifting away from his stout build towards whoever his call is directed at. They murmur their thoughts, no one comes up. It’s absolute chaos, giving how no one’s unable to crack the coordinates. “Oh scratch that!”, he mumbles, flipping the pages of his stack of papers over. He adjusts his glasses on his nose bridge, eyes swiping across the paper in concentration. Then he looks up. “The one named Stella Graham!”, his voice echoes throughout the room. Echoes through me as my heart skips a few beats forward. His gaze sweeps through the crowd, expecting a response or at least a raised hand. Welp! Their eyes are on me. It’s suddenly hard to breathe. Heck, my head feels fuzzy, I could fall on my knees any moment from now. It feels heavy how fast the atmosphere changes, feels suffocating since the attention is on me. “Ah, so it’s you. You’re a pretty one”, he mumbles to himself. The w
That day, when night turns up, I couldn’t get an ounce of sleep, plagued by Jamie’s unexpected marriage proposal. I tossed and turned in the sofa, blanket riding lower and almost falling, leaving me cold and exposed every damn time. Guilt and frustration smack me in all angles, making it hard for me to find any rest. Jamie’s sudden change in character calls for alarm. To say that I’m concerned is an understatement. His words are fucking etched into my mind, echoing for as long as my mind keeps wandering to that part of my thoughts. The genuine look in his eyes just make everything far from being okay. Breathing ragged, beads of sweat scattered on my forehead, I push myself up, sleep wearing away from my senses. I rub my tired face with both palms, casting a sideways glance at the wall clock. The ticking hands crawl slowly over the numbers, taunting me with the late hour. It's past 2 a.m., and exhaustion is creeping in, but my mind refuses to shut down. Sleep remains elu
I give him a quick glance, eyes narrowed and face twisted into one of the most disgusted looks I’ve ever had or ever given to anyone. “Just take me home already”, I mumble, hands crossed over my chest, the gesture a clear sign that I’m impatient and he needs to hurry up if he doesn’t want me flipping things over. Eyes boring holes into him, I dare him to make a comment, to smirk, to do anything that might push me over the edge. I refuse to give him the satisfaction of gloating over the intimate details of my dream, of seeing the vulnerability. The vulnerability that he's somehow managed to expose. It's a petty move, but I'm determined to match his nonchalant energy, which is slowly, insidiously getting under my skin. But he raises a brow, deciding to end the matter in silence before it brews into something else he wouldn’t want to entertain. I bite the inside of my cheeks, struggling to stifle a laugh as my gaze falls on Luca's ridiculous footwear. He's wearing over
My head would’ve almost snap from how hard it whips around, searching for the source of the voice. It’s deep, smooth, but has that just-awoken morning touch to it. At first, it’s not familiar to my senses. It doesn’t even occur to me how foreign my surroundings seem to be. The golden drapes hanging right above the bed, cascading down from either sides of the gigantic bed, might I add. As compared to my same old boring bedroom interior, this one has a few artworks hanging on the auburn walls. There’s a large floor-to-ceiling window to my left, auburn blinds covering the view and little bits of the the early morning light seeping through the little cracks. There’s a burgundy colored door by the window, that I suppose leads to a bathroom. To my right stands the man that was just in my dreams. The man I had done so many wrongful and sinful deeds with in just one fantasy book. It’s unbelievably hard to fathom how real his beauty is. Even as he leans against the doorframe
“I wish we could stay like this forever”, are the words that leave my lips, before I succumbed to the will of slumber. I’ve had it on my mind for so long, it would be wrong to not let him know what I feel inside. But now that it’s out, it suddenly doesn’t feel right anymore. Because I’m human and he’s nothing like any of us. He’s a demon and he’s royalty. Scratch that, he’s the Royalty. But most importantly, I shouldn’t let these little actions of his that say more than they should, become an addiction to me. Because I’m married and just because they shouldn’t. So when my eyes blink open about an hour later, my heart calmed and my emotions resting at the back of my mind, the weight of those words press me down, just as much as the guilt does. Because I know that we can’t be. Even after all the sex, the yearning to reach for each other and live out every moment, it can’t be. And it hurts my heart to be in the middle of all these. And I keep using my marriage as an excuse
3RD PERSON’S POV “Jealous?”, she echoes, the playful glint in her eyes disappearing, replaced with the all too familiar look of hurt and disappointment. But Stella doesn’t seem to care. For all she knows, Kiki is a bitch for trying to manipulate her into believing that made up story about her own blood sister. How could she be so cruel?! “I know you and I haven’t been that close since Sandy’s arrival but isn’t it cheap of you to try and spoil her name for some minutes of attention?!”, Stella spits, pointing an accusing finger at Kiki, who’s too far gone into her thoughts trying to comprehend her situation. “Wait, wait, wait, wait”, she puts her hands up, palms facing her as if physically barricading Stella, to stop her from her talking further. Oh and Stella has a lot more than just bare insults in store for her. “Let me get this straight. You think that I’m the bad guy here?” “Me?”, she asks, lips quivering as tears at either sides of her eyes. Stella thinks it’s fake,
My face crumbles to the floor and if it could, it does so with a thud. Kiki's gaze is fixed on me, her eyes intent and searching as she waits for my reaction. I can sense her anticipation, her expectations of how I'll respond to this bombshell. Will I explode in anger, or will I take the news with a semblance of calm? The fact that her accusations involve my own sister makes my blood boil, and I can feel my emotions simmering just below the surface. A pang of discomfort settles in the pit of my stomach as I process Kiki's words. I'm no saint, I've made my share of mistakes. But the Sandy Kiki is describing is a total stranger to me. My Sandy is the girl who giggles uncontrollably over silly jokes and ridiculous mishaps. The thought of her being involved in something so deceitful and hurtful is jarring, and I struggle to reconcile the two images of my sister. The Sandy I know is the one who's lain helpless in a hospital bed, relying on me to care for her. I recall
If it wasn't for Luca's quick thinking, I would've been caught red-handed. But what's even more pathetic is that without his guidance, I wouldn't have known how to compose myself when Kiki walked in. My body would've betrayed me, screaming out my secrets for all to see. I'm that clueless, that oblivious. I'm a ticking time bomb of stupidity, just waiting for someone to come along and unravel the tangled threads of my life. And who better to do that than my best friend, Kiki? It’s all very unusual how she just clambers into my workplace, truly not dressed for the occasion with her glasses up in her hair to keep the strands out of her face. But I’m sure, there’s a solid reason for why she came. And she’s yet to let me know of that reason. While Luca and I climbed off each other in the nick of time, we’d no time to get our appearances together. Any sane person would raise an eyebrow at the state of my shirt, buttons hanging precariously close to coming undone, and Luca's hai