***ZANE'S POV***I force my legs to walk out of the bathroom and outside, to check on the car. My truck was damaged and I can't bring myself not to he mad at London. Fighting the breathe pushing through my lungs, I resist the hurt in it. "London will be the death of me," the words spill out of my lips as I enter the car, reassessing it. I pull away from the tree and help pack it on the open field, close to the shed I use as the garage. I carry the shopping bags and notice the milk and snacks inside, I ignore it, walking towards the house. I had heard it clearly, she thought I was a heartless mafia acting like a bloody mountain man. Does she hate me? I couldn't help but ask. Anything I fight the anger running through me, I walk around the room, hoping the stress and pain will help me out. "London?" I call out to her. Silence. That is all I am greeted with. The calmness of the house. I walk into the bedroom we share and I see her sitting on the vanity, her
***LONDON'S POV***I can't continue fighting Zane on his need to talk to me, but I spend most of the morning in bed. When my stomach grumbles, I slide out of the bed and into the bathroom, cleaning myself up. I make sure to bathe and brush my teeth before heading downstairs in a mini-robe I choose to wear. Zane is working on his phone and I remember briefly that I need to check mine. I make a mental note to go through it discreetly later. "Good morning," I mouth as I walk into the kitchen, avoiding his burning gaze on my skin. I don't want to think that he has an added advantage over me. I see a covered plate of food and I open it. Pancakes and eggs are there. I go for a glass of Apple juice and eat till a bite can't get into my mouth again. After trying my best to relax, I cleaned the plates I had eaten and made sure the kitchen surface area was clean. Walking out of a kitchen, for the first time, I catch a glimpse of Zane and those big hooded eyes of his are
***ZANE'S POV***I don't know what to do with London. She is a messy mess on the table where I had stationed her, tears stained on her cheeks and the desk. She is a whimpering mess, I want to good her, comfort her, but it doesn't stop the fact that she lied to me. As I make my way to the door, she calls out on me, her voice small from screaming so loudly these last few minutes. "Please, Daddy, untie me," she begs. I ignore her, walking right out of the door. Anger makes me flex my hand, stretching the flesh in and out as I wanted pain to cut through me as much as I wanted to inflict it on that mother fucker that dared hurt London. I place the call out and Reaper picks it up after a couple of rings. I hear a feminine voice, I know he is having sex but this isn't the time to wait for him to finish. "Call the girl off, Reaper, I have something I want to talk to you about," I say. From the tone of my voice, Reaper knows not to fuck with me, and I hear a few female voices scurry alon
***LONDON'S POV***I felt this deep pang of nausea that I couldn't push down no matter how hard I tried, the reason why I was vomiting and really feeling the back of my throat burn with pain. I had woken up earlier to an empty bed, Zane wasn't even in the house, what I didn't know was where he had gone to. It doesn't matter because he is here now, and he has a fresh smell that is mixed with spice and the faintest tinge of sweat. I look around the kitchen, notice the bags that are on the table, and instinctively move towards it. "There was no food when I woke up," I tell him plainly. "I am sorry I wasn't here to make you something when you woke up, I rushed out to grab a few things I wanted to get," he tells me. I nod silently studying the items. There are many offerings in here, I mean, someone like Zane would only offer this to me after he offended me. Is that how he is feeling now?"I see. I will make some food then, I am tired of eating a wrapped sandwich," I
***ZANE'S POV***London is going to be the fucking death of me, I am not going to lie, as I watch her pet Fox, I relax a little, knowing that the guard dog loves her. "Good girl, Fox. I have a chicken wing I couldn't finish, do you want some?" London asks. The dog nods as if understanding her. With hopeful eyes, London turns towards me, staring at me expectantly. "Daddy, can I... Give my last piece of meat to Fox?" she asks. "Only this once, and you are not to feed the dog without me supervising, okay?" I ask making sure she knows how serious I am. "Yes, Sir," she replies. I stop her, pinching her chin with my forefinger and thumb, she looks at me, her bright eyes on me. "Not Sir, I prefer Daddy," I tell her groaning. "Yes, Sir... Daddy," she giggles laughing out as she runs into the house. I know she is trying to lighten the mood between us, and I want that as well, but it just feels weird, considering I caused her so much pain. I think I need to get m
***ZANE'S POV***Carrying my hunting tools, I walk out of the woods, mad that I didn't have any luck in hunting any meat today. Well, at least, I had to go on a hunt and so far, it was good. Frowning, I stop dead in my tracks when a barking Fox sees me. He doesn't pounce, but he keeps barking out like I was an enemy. "Sit, Fox!" I order, but he kicks against it. I just know something has gone wrong while I wasn't at home. It got me mad and removing the chain leash I had brought with me for him, I sealed it on his neck. Alcohol. This place reeks of alcohol. Looking down, I sit the kernel with brown liquid in it. Another one had leftover bones with meat on it. I knew who had done that just at first glance. This dog would have killed me cleanly if he didn't know me, he is probably too high to see clearly. Attaching the leash to a sturdy tree trunk, I head to the house using the kitchen. The entire house was dirty, and my senses were picking up on me, making me a
***LONDON'S POV***The feeling of going back to the house made me feel good, but when Zane headed towards the airport and I saw the private jet waiting for us at the end, I looked at him, shock evident on my face. "The honeymoon isn't over, Zane, and I was enjoying Montana," I tell him smoothly. "I know right, but I think a change in air will make you feel good. Besides, you have a prominent threat here in Montana. It is about time we left," he explains. I think about the incident with Michael Logan, and also, the cyberpunk that wanted a piece of me. I cringe at my nose, still looking at Zane. He moves his hand to my thigh, his left hand on the steering. He squeezes me gently, letting me know that he is here, and I appreciate that a lot. It makes me feel warm. "Zane!" I call out to him. "Yes, Love," he replies. Zane calling me the most seductive pet names makes me blush because I know that he means it more than anything. Whatever comes out of his mouth is
***LONDON'S POV***Oh My God! Oh My fucking God, this house was massive.I can't even wrap my head around the fact that I was in Italy, and now, I was at the Vincenzos chapter. Their women, look ready to kill. As the ladies push me towards the kitchen, I see a petite blonde, her hair fairer than it could be possible. When she noticed me, a huge smile spread across her face. "London? Or you are awake," she greets warmly as she walks towards me, wrapping her arms around my shoulders, and kissing my cheeks. I squeeze back warmly, not knowing how else I am supposed to react. "Nice to meet you, Casey," I mutter. *For the next hour, I enjoyed my time with the girls, Mia, Casey, and Cecily. They made sure I was fed, and the pasta they served me was the chef's kiss, tasty, and the cheese... I wanted more at the end of it. "We need to stay as busy as possible, ladies, I believe the men will have more than an hour of meeting. I suggest we go clubbing," Mia suggests. I star
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