***ZANE'S POV***I push my hand to hug London but I find the side of her bed empty. I frown, wondering where she must have gone to. Shifting on the bed, I scan the bathroom for any signs of light protruding from there but nothing came out. I got angry at once, the frown evident on my face. I start pulling my shorts when I hear a soft clock of the kitchen door open. I know the sound of the door that leads to the yard and when it closes, the scowl on my face grows even darker. Two thoughts slip through my mind: one; that a criminal has entered my house. Two; London must be sneaking in. But why? I wonder, my frown growing perceive. I don't know what she will be doing outside, but if it even happens that she is the one, she is in trouble and she owes me a lot of explanations. I silently slip out of the room and as I open the door, I make sure to creak it as gently as I can. When I see London's shadow making it to the hallway, I brace myself to come inside the room, she doesn't, she c
***LONDON'S POV***I swim for a while, letting the cool sun bath my pale skin. It is beautiful, I actually love it. I don't know how long is spent in the water but I relax, closing my eyes for a while. When the sun hit my skin harder, I swam a little farther into the lake, making sure that the water where I am swimming is shallow enough that I wouldn't drown. I can swim, but not just a keen one, and shallow waters frighten the hell out of me. That is why when I hit my leg on a rock, I don't know I am in dangerous quarters in the lake until I go down really bad. I push my head up for air but I feel choked. I let water enter my nostrils. "Zane! Zane! Somebody help me," I shout as loud as I can get, it is hard with how burning my throat is feeling right now. I know I shouldn't be crying but I cannot help it. I start panicking. The first stage to stay alive in situations like this is to have a cool leveled head. No, I don't let that get to me right now.Swirling my hands eve
***ZANE'S POV***I cannot believe London's last words. She believed she had drowned. As I stare at her, I find it cruelly difficult to piece the words out of my mouth to call her out of her bluff. I feel my face hitting up as I let her go and walk towards the mansion anger burning through her face. "Meet me at home in five minutes. Get some warm clothes on, I don't want you catching a cold," I tell her casually as if she just didn't day something crazy. I know I should be mad at London, I should even be hard on her, but I just can't. For real, I couldn't bring myself to punish her, she had done a lot already. I walked into the kitchen a while later, I had changed into warm outfits, and I was shocked to see London was still not at home. I want to call her out, tell her to leave the lake's side, but I know best to confront my little minx of a woman. London will be the obvious death of me. I start chopping fruits to make a fruit salad bowl, it has just the basic fruit
***LONDON'S POV***I watch Zane's movements as I slide out of my damp clothes. I know I had spent more time than it was necessary by the lake, and despite having almost drowned and Zane asking me to come home, I had disobeyed him, staying out there even some more. I have been a bad girl. I look at the door, thinking that I could make it out before whatever play Zane is suggesting for us goes out of hand. It wouldn't be funny at all. His back is rigid as he chooses a took from his cane rack. I think my head will combust from the heat I am feeling right now. "You don't own me, Zane," I burst out as I fiddle with the last of my clothing. Naked. That is how I am and I feel so vulnerable, starting an argument with a man who is clothed while I am standing a few weeks behind him naked. "You acted like a brat again, London," he says instead, deviating the conversation. I feel my throat tightening with fear as Zane settles his hand on a paddle. All the air seems to disapp
***LONDON'S POV***The room is spinning when I open my eyes. It takes me a few minutes to realize that it is not the room that is spinning. I am having a bad headache. My entire body hurts. I feel tears start prickling my eyes when I feel Zane's movement shifts. He had been leaning against the vanity, his eyes on me. "You are awake," he states the obvious making little steps towards me. I don't say anything. My body is already in a lot of pain, I can't even think of challenging Zane right now. "How do you feel? I applied a balm while you were asleep, I hope the burn in your ass isn't as bad as we think, huh?" he says staring at me as if he wasn't sure of what my reaction would be. I nod. Zane doesn't seem satisfied with that response, he sits on the bed and looks at me. "How are you feeling, little girl?" he asks his grip on my hand gently but his voice wasn't indicating anything like that. "Let go of me, Zane. I just want my brother, Micah. I wish I could be a
***ZANE'S POV***I know London is lying to me but I cannot prove it. She has grown a loud tendency to do that a lot.I can not afford my woman lying to me. It means she can equally trade information about me to my enemy, and pull me downward. I hate the thought of that in my own head. As I patrol the rooms on the third floor of the mansion, they seem normal to me, and I sigh, going back to my room to sulk. I spent the next three hours in my room, working on my desk on some files about the club. It doesn't stop the fact that I hear the music blazing the speakers downstairs. My men are having a party and London is in their midst. I know I can't go there and throw them out because they are being nice to the woman I was being a prick to. It is not my fault, I am used to being aggressive and not tender, but London just knows how to turn all those gentle sides of mine into mush. It kind of turns me on though, it makes my heart lunch with love. Love. That is a new one.
***LONDON'S POV*** I need to set my day straight. Zane says he has a meeting with his mafia brothers this morning and I know what that means for me. I have to find a way to snuggle money. I don't know how I will have fifteen thousand dollars, but I better be getting my wits to work. "You are going with me to the club," Zane says naturally, as he fastens his tie. I had taken a shower but had put on a dress. It was a yellow summer dress with spaghetti straps. My eyes fixed on Zane's face. I wasn't dressing to accompany him anywhere. "I have something to do in town today, Zane," I explain. "That's bad because I wasn't asking for your opinion about the matter. I want to see you close to me," he mutters out. "No, Zane. You are not the boss of me, I have my own life and decisions to make," I finish. Zane was putting his cufflinks on, he stopped and looked at me as if I just sputtered rubbish. "Want to come again, little girl?" he asks his voice spending menacing. I
***ZANE'S POV***I was in a fucking mafia meeting when I saw the videos start popping into my phone. I got confused as to why Sinner was sending me videos.It was unlike him. "Excuse me, gentlemen," I excused myself as I stood from the large table we were hosting the meeting. I made my way to the balcony and started opening the videos. One after the other, I watched how London mouthed Sinner, being excessively rude to him. I frowned as I opened several more of the shorts. I rang his phone and once he didn't pick up when I insisted, it showed me he wasn't available. But that was fucking hours ago. I had my reasons to be frightened, but before I could call, Sinner's name popped up on the bar as he started calling me. "Shit! Where is she, Sinner? I asked you to put her on the phone and since then, I haven't heard a sound from you," I blurt out. I strolled farther down the balcony, grazing my hand on the gold railings, letting the smooth metal cool down my brain. "Sh
He smiles and gives my bottom lip a suck. “I think you can take whatever the fuck I want to give you, sweet girl,” he teases, circling his hips again so he’s hitting my clit with every teasing thrust. He pulls my hair harder, giving me a delicious mix of pain and pleasure, pushing me so close to the edge I swear I can taste the powerful orgasm that’s only seconds away.“Please,” I beg. “I need to cum, Damon. I’m going to go crazy if I don’t.”He brings one hand down to cup my tit, giving my nipple a hard enough pinch to make me gasp. “My sweet little tease,” he says, giving my bottom lip a not-so-gentle bite. “Cum around my cock, baby. Let me see how much you love it when I spread you wide.”He starts to fuck me harder, making it impossible for me to do anything except hang on and try to remember to breathe. Each hard thrust sends another rush of pleasure through me, and when I start to cum, he pinches my nipple harder and brings his mouth back to mine, swallowing my screams with a hu
My heart races at his words and my pussy is so wet, I know there’s a large, growing wet spot on my shorts. “That’s exactly what I want. Breed your naughty little virgin, Damon. Make me yours.”“Fucking hell,” he groans, reaching down to grab onto my hips and flip me over. He runs his large hands over my body, roughly pulling off my shirt and yanking my shorts off so I’m naked and face down on his bed. He grabs onto one ass cheek, giving it a hard squeeze. “Get ready for some pain, baby,” he says, before giving me a hard enough smack to have me squealing and tensing up in surprise.“That hurt!” I yell, glaring at him over my shoulder, my ass cheek still stinging from the spank.He laughs and winks at me. “It’s a punishment, baby. It’s supposed to hurt.” He gives my other cheek a hard smack. “How else will you learn not to be such a little teasing brat?”My ass feels like it’s on fire, and when he spanks me again, I grip the bedding tightly and try to wiggle away.“Oh no you don’t,” he
“God, your tits are amazing,” I growl, watching as my cock slides in between them, coating her skin until she’s glistening with my precum.“Just wait until you feel how tight my pussy is,” she says, giving me a wink.“God, you’re such a wicked little girl,” I groan, fucking her tits faster. I desperately want to cup her other tit and press them together while I fuck her, but there’s no way in hell I’m letting go of her wrist. She wants to touch me, so I’m not going to let her. I just squeeze the one tit I’ve got and fuck her harder, loving the soft moans she’s making.Even though I’m not fucking her tight pussy and giving her exactly what she wants, she’s still panting and moaning and rocking her hips, and I know she’s so fucking desperate to cum she can barely stand it.“You like me fucking your tits?” I ask, thrusting against her even harder.“Yes,” she moans, leaning her head down to run her tongue over my head every time it gets close enough.“Fuck,” I groan when she manages to ge
“Holy fuck,” I whisper as I watch a video of Addison fucking herself in her bed.She looks sexy has hell, and the way she’s moaning and pinching her nipple has me wishing my lips were wrapped around her right this fucking second, teasing her hard nipple with my tongue and teeth while she whimpers beneath me. Her small hand is fucking herself in a fast, needy rhythm, and the sounds, good god, the sounds of her wet pussy are enough to almost send me over the edge. When she starts to cum, she looks right into the camera and moans my name.I’m stunned and more turned on than I’ve ever been in my life. Spent and satisfied, she gives the camera a cute smile and blows me another kiss.“How long are you going to make me fuck myself while I fantasize about you? My little pussy aches for you, Damon. Please give me what I need and make me feel better.”Her sexy plea has my head spinning. Before I can even think about what to do about this, I start the video again and grab my cock, jerking off to
“Are you okay?” I ask, giving him an innocent, sweet smile.“I’m fine,” he says, taking a drink of water. He looks at my mom as he brings his hand under the table to grab onto my foot. “This is really delicious, Mary.”“I’m so glad you like it. You’re welcome for supper anytime. I know it’s hard for you bachelors to get decent meals sometimes.”He smiles and grips my foot tighter, warning me to stop. I wiggle my toes and press harder, sliding my foot up his thigh until I feel a very large cock under my foot.“Wow,” I say in a breathy rush before I can stop myself.Damon looks like he’s biting back a laugh while my parents look at me like I’ve lost my mind.“This spaghetti is just really good, Mom. I mean, wow.”I know my face is beet red, but there’s nothing I can do about it. He loosens his grip on my foot, and I immediately start to explore. I knew he must be big, but this feels huge, like crazy huge! I have to force myself to keep eating and behaving normally and not like I’m feeli
Author's NoteNEW TEASER STORY. ENJOY READERS. BELIEVE ME, IT'S ONLY SPICE AND NO PLOT. TEACH ME A LESSONADDISONI tell myself that I need to stop staring, that it’s a huge invasion of privacy and putting me so far into stalker territory that I may neverfind my way out again, but no matter what the rational part of my brain screams at me, I just keep staring. I can’t look away from the hard, sweaty body that’s punching the living hell out of the heavy bag hanging up in his garage.My new neighbor is the sexiest man I’ve ever laid eyes on and more than twice my age. He’s an MMA fighter and has the body to show for it. When I found out he’d moved in, I’d taken to spying on him. I know it’s wrong, but that doesn’t stop me or make me want him any less. Besides, I’m eighteen now, so it’s not like something couldn’t happen between us. I just need to give him a kick in the ass apparently. So far, he’s ignored all my flirty looks and half-naked outfits.While I plan my next move, I keep my
***ZANE'S POV***When I had walked out to check on the women by the pool, I hadn't expected to see Dante crawling right into the water. The ladies hadn't noticed it. But he is fine now, I have the day saved. As I watch London dress into bumo shorts and a hoodie, she looks sexy, considering beneath that hoodie is her small bump growing already. Inside the car, I am the one driving and London is fidgeting beside me, her hands twisting uncomfortably on her thighs. "Why do I feel like this is going to be something bad?" she asks more to herself. "You don't get punished for almost drowning my son," I spit out.She gasps, and then use the back of her hands to wipe the rogue tears spilling down her cheeks. "If you don't stop crying, I will give you a reason to," I mouth out to her and she snifes. "Sorry, Zane," she says. I had left her to cool down my burning energy, I need her to understand that not being conscious as a parent would make her lose her baby, and she would be even more
***ZANE'S POV***If I thought disciplining London wouldn't want me wanting for more, then I am a fucking liar. Fuck, my cock will soon burst it's nuts in my boxers if I don't get some kind of relief from my wife. Her pussy is a deep shade of red and as she looks at me softly, I know I fucking have to come over and kiss her delicious cunt. "It tastes so good. Open wider for Daddy," I brag out gently. London widens her legs and I fuck her to stupor. Crying gently, she wiggles her butt equally, wanting me to get a deeper penetration with her. "Zane! Oh! Owwww!" she cries out and I frown at her. She has taken out the gag from her mouth. "Should I feel your mouth with my cock before you shut your mouth?" I back out the question. Embarrassment clothes her features before she shakes he head, refusing what I had just said."I'll be a good girl, Daddy, please, fill my pussy with your cock," she begs. I don't replace the gag, but I stuff two fingers into her pussy while I
***LONDON'S POV***"Good girl, that is it, you take my cock so well, open wider," Rio barks out at Mia. I've never been so turned on before. When I feel Zane's hand slips into my folds, I gasp but he doesn't even show a sign if remorse as he notices how wet I am. Mia is gurgling over her man's huge dick in her throat and I am here getting off with Zane's fingers in my pussy. "You like that don't you? That's what you are, my little whore and I can use any holes in your body because they belong to me, all mine, little slut," he says more degrading words to Mia. When he fucks her harder, I watch in shock as her hands wrap around his waist and he fucks her throat with vigour.When he starts shaking, I feel Zane's finger rub harder against my clit and then, I shiver as I start cumming.Rio splashes his cum all over his wife's face as promised and I squirt out on the table. Zane looks down at me and I shut my eyes in humiliation. Double degradation. The men have a strong game an