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Scott— I love her pt 2
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I pulled back, realized the crying hadn't stopped and panicked. "What's wrong? Don't you want me anymore?" I asked, the scotch making me say stupid shit I wouldn't be brave enough to say otherwise. "Stupid. Idiot," she said with a sniffle. "Of course I want you. I love you, you big dummy. I will never not want you, Scott Brady.""Then you will be my princess tonight," I said, pulling back to start thrusting into her. "I'll give you a lifetime of I love yous."And I did. I rocked gently in and out of her, keeping my body pressed up against hers the whole time. Kissing her over and over. Only stopping to tell her how desperately I loved her again and again until my throat was hoarse from saying it. She cried the whole time, every so often assuring me that she was happy, wanted more and that she loved me too. Begging me not to stop touching her. Moving inside her. It was quiet and gentle, much like the way I fell in love with her. Nothing like the way we fucked once we realized what w
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Jeff wasn't quick to respond. He probably never wanted to have this conversation anymore than I did. It's this shameful thing he did, involved me in and we just don't talk about it. Not when it was happening all around me for months. Not when he moved out. Never. When he did finally speak, I immediately saw red."Your mother and I—" he began."Nope, try again. My mother wasn't in that laundry room or in your marital bed when you fucked Melissa in it. Don't you dare put sticking your dick in someone else on her," I said, figuring now was the time to return to the bedroom to put my shirt on. After putting my shirt on, I sat down on the bed and pulled my phone out of my pocket, knowing that I had probably bought precious seconds with that bombshell. Using Jeff's mistakes against him also meant bringing shit up for myself and I was going to pay for it later. But now wasn't the time to dwell on how this was going to fuck me up or get caught up in what happened in this very bed last nigh
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"Fuck," he cursed, backing away from me in shock. "I shouldn't have done that. What you said… shit. Let's just take a beat, okay?" "If I say no, will you punch me again?" I asked, holding onto my jaw, hoping for enough guilt to make sure he wanted to leave. I knew I wasn't leaving that room while he was still in it. He backed away some more and then turned around, heading for the door. So much for him being exactly where he needed to be. "No one comes in and no one goes out. Check in on him every five minutes until I get back. Do not underestimate him, Tanya," Jeff said to the older FBI agent by the door before he took off. I gave the women a dazzling smile to test the waters. One of the agents was Tanya, the woman I had pissed off in the interrogation room after the raid. She seemed to remember as she wasn't smiling back. The other, much younger redhead however, that I could work with. I winked at her and she instantly beamed back at me. "What's your name, sweetheart?" I asked,
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"Okay, no more questions. Actually one more after I tell you to stop fucking touching me. Why are we in the same stall?" Kenny asked, slapping my hands away from his body."Some of us are trying to take a dump. Get a room upstairs," the guy in the stall next door said."There's literally a fire alarm going off, you dipshit. Get the fuck out," Kenny screamed back, banging on the wall."Okay, that's fair. No more touching. And all the other stalls are full. We lived together for years. I've seen it all, Ken. Get over yourself," I said, pulling my shirt over my head. "I guess we're trading clothes? Let's just hurry, okay?""Two FBI agents are never going to buy that I'm you. I only work out when you force me to. We have completely different body types as is apparent from the way I'm drowning in your suit. You're also noticeably more attractive than me. If we were in Teen Wolf, I
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"I'm calling about the hit I put out on Jenny," he said and my head whipped over to him in shock. "Job's off. Repeat, don't kill my daughter," said Don Angelo, his cold eyes staring dead into my soul.My hands shook uncontrollably in my lap and I knew I was pale in the face.What the fuck was all that drama if he was just going to have her killed? And why did he decide against it? Was he bluffing about putting a hit out on her to scare me? Or was it a double bluff and he meant for me to know that he was going to kill her and there was nothing I could do about it? Fuck, he was in my head."Relax, erede. She'll live. Just like the deer you refused to kill on our first hunting trip. Remember?" he said, patting my hands with one of his.When I was unable to pull the trigger, he acted like it was no big deal. Only to take me home and make me watch while he beat the living cra
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I followed his gaze to where Scott stood, talking to Jenny. For the next few seconds, I stopped being able to hear and my vision became blurry. Then Scott looked my way and I became fixated on his brown eyes. Everything else just fell away.Fuck that handsome face, those dimples and the silver tongue that had probably convinced Jenny to let you in the door, Scott Brady.When I came to and broke eye contact, wanting to respond to Don Angelo, the father daughter dance was already being announced and he was going out to meet Jenny. Scott's gaze found mine across the room again and he broke out into a smile that made me weak in the knees. I wanted to end him for showing up here, but damn if it wasn't good to see him.We did a little dance of him trying to get to me and me avoiding him like the plague. The last thing I needed was to be seen with him. I tried texting his dad again.
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"Say my name again and I'm going to fuck you senseless. Is that what you want, baby?" he whispered to me, his whole body pressed up against mine as he fucked me."Scott," I muttered seconds later, unable to help it despite pleasure shooting through my every nerve.True to his word, he sped up, grunting madly as he pounded my pussy. I didn't last much longer before I was coming for him, screaming his name into the night."I love you," he said, more to himself than me, a reminder that he cared about me and my pleasure."You're just a big softie in the end, aren't you, Scott Brady?" I said, unable to help myself as he stilled completely inside me, laying gentle kisses on my lips."Don't fuck with my head, Kendrick. You're so fucking tight tonight baby," he said, swallowing as he took deep breaths, hesitance and passion mixing in his eyes.&
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… you fail, you'll still be my heir, but I will make you kill Scott.… you fail, you'll still be my heir, but I will make you kill Scott.My whole world became those words. Round and round they went in my head on a loop. I tried twisting the stupid anxiety ring, but I couldn't unsee Scott's blood on my hands.*Come on Stacy, calm the fuck down," I yelled, slapping myself in the face.I looked around to find something to distract myself. Nothing caught my eye.… you'll still be my heir…Stumbling my way out of my study, I made it into the bedroom. There were no photos of us in our new home. We had left them all behind in New York and Scott didn't take new ones anymore. Just in case it somehow tied back to our past, he said. Another thing I took from him.… make you kill Scott
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