"You think a few finger-fucking will make me forget what you did to me. Then go ahead and have a field day, but I won't make a sound.” The words barely made it out of her mouth when he drove deep into her, and her hips bucked viscerally. Fuck, this wasn't Bee, the wife he knew would have been screaming for more of his touch by now. However, she maintained an expressionless demeanor even as he pinched a nub in her walls. She was fighting back hard, with her toes curled, her fist clenched up, her lips pressed shut, and her eyes staring into space. Safe for the soaking wetness beneath her pants, he'd never have imagined she was horny. “I know you hate me, but this— He paused, inserting a second finger in her that almost made her eyes widen, yet she continued tugging her hips backward in protest. Knowing he'd have to play his last cards right, he pulled out his fingers and flicked her cunt, causing her to jump in her skin. “So soft, just the way I love your wet heat, sugar g
Cold sweat breaking out of her pores Bailey slowly raised her head to meet the sight of a grinning lady with taut cheekbones. Clad in a loose robe—similar to hers—the weak strands of her gray hair gummed to her forehead as a result of perspiration. She seemed like an aged ghost that Bailey instinctively cowered from. “You?” Turning to the middle-aged lady, he pulled his finger out of Bailey's core. In turn, she quickly drew her thighs together, cheeks reddening as the lady raised a brow in entertainment. “Yeah. It's me, rascal. Want to get out of here or continue pawing the poor girl's coochie?” She asked, her eyes flickering between both of them with her arms akimbo. Immediately Joel's lips curled up in the corner with disgust as he assessed her. “Managed to get some coke in your dream?" Joel asked dryly watching the the lady scrunch her face up confusedly. "You mean coke as in coca-cola? No I don't want a drink, I wanna help- "We're fine." Joel cut her off. “No,
Even Bailey held her breath as the lady descended the knife against the ropes, cutting through it with a flicker of adventure in her gaunt eyes. “Don’t fret. If at all I meant harm you'd be the one to go first.” Shooting Joel a murderous glance, she uttered then turning her attention to Bailey. “Not her.” She uttered flashing a wide grin at Bailey. “Thank you,” Bailey appreciated, forcing the lines in her cheeks to form a smile. “Oh no, I'm just doing my job, honey.” She laughed heartily. “Oh hell, you are.” Joel tsked. “They'd lift my suspension after your testimony,” she added. “I hope they do.” Bailey responded, uncertain either she should reply or not. Then her eyes flew back to the door, and she noticed a key buried in the locks. Did the crazy lady lock the door from within? Her question was left hanging in the air as the lady led them through a tunneled space leading to the basement. “How do you know the ropes? You must have lived here long enough.” Bailey
Mumbling sounds of protest escaped her lips as she squirmed, but the sharp stare he sent assured her he wasn't ready to back down. “Check the other rooms and get them before the boss finds out!” The same voice from earlier barked an order, and Bailey's muscles stiffened. “If at all you wanna die, not where I live.” He muttered, slightly releasing her. At his words, the missing puzzles of his sudden concern for her flipped back in position. Of course, that was it, what had she been thinking? If anything were to happen to her, he'd be held responsible by her dad, who was keeping his eyes peeled for his slightest mistake in order to throw him behind bars. At least that was what her mom seemed to think. Knowing her dad, he wasn't past that. “I should have known what a sneaky bastard you are. Running around to save your ass like a coward.” She insulted, watching the colors of his iris grow darker and cold as his jaw tightened up. “Repeat that again and you're gonna regret
Her romper hanging around her waist seemed to obstruct him, so he let her feet down, peeling off the fabric until it hit the floor, and she instinctively stepped out of it. The whole image of her stark nakedness staring back at him seemed to rattle up his insatiable need, and he hissed as he snatched her leg up, returning her back to the initial position. All the while he'd remained buried in her, his manhood swelling at the stimulation of it. “So wet and tight just the way I remember. My tight little fuck.” He groaned, his eyes fluttering, as he pulled out and slammed back in, causing her to bounce against the door. “Uh oh.” She cried in the overwhelming pleasure as he powered into her, in his usual fast, deep strokes, her wrists still suspended in the air to ignite further arousal. The type of kink she always craved. Forceful fucking. “This was your plan all along, you bastard.” She cussed. Shutting her eyes, she bit down her lips as his pounds became more brutal and me
In a split moment, the whole image of Bailey kicking her feet in the air as she was being pulled along by two burly, statured men only zinged in his head until the impact came. It was in the form of a sharp strike against his jaw, which had him staggering backward in an attempt to stable his feet as the pain throbbed in his pulse. Then another one, this time he almost lost his balance but backed against the wall, his head bowed as he groaned, holding onto his jaw. “Running around and shagging your cunt like we’re playing fucking games with you. Are we?!” A harsh tone he recognized as Scarface's roared, delivering a punch again. Whether out of frustration of not being able to knock him out or not, he gathered Joel's collars up, tightening his grip around him. In the meantime, Joel's only visceral knowledge of being hit was the ache in his jaw as he looked up at Scarface with heavy eyelids, the warm trickle of blood running down his jaw in evidence. “Let's talk it out withou
Whichever iota of decency she had left, Joel had done a great job in blowing it off because most of these crooks knew she'd had sex with a supposed stranger. Then again, with a silver lining of material advantage, she could regain her dignity. At most, that was what she thought. “Deal.” Scarface announced, and Bailey's eyes brightened with triumph. With his grip on her loosening, the repairman's brow shot up in dismay. “Deal? That shit is barely up to our first gig.” He lamented. “With the striptease and real-life porno she's going to be giving us, I think that's fair enough.” Scarface revealed, and the light in her eyes dimmed. Joel hoped she'd gotten the satisfaction of her obnoxiousness, well, he had neither robbed nor been a mind reader in his life but he knew it was useless to bargain with crooks like these. First things first, they already had an initial goal for invading there from the onset. Bailey's blabbermouth about negotiations and stuffs only ignited the
Irrespective of the fact that he was a spineless coward, she'd have kept her cool if he hadn't said anything like that, but he did, and to her face. Without thinking twice, she stepped down from the table, her fist balled and the tightness in her chest causing a painful ache in there while she blindly approached him with tears clouding her eyes. She'd do this one thing, then take a bullet and breath her last rather than let him walk all over her. “Hey. Get back on the table!” Scarface thundered, spinning the revolver in between his fingers to aim it threateningly at her. But her mind was far gone from the terror of getting killed as she lunged at Joel, his brows wrinkling when she raised her arm then allowed it come down on him in a resounding smack, and at the same time, double sounds of gunshots echoed in the air. Unable to fathom if it was as a result of her striking him or the gunshot, she froze to her spot. As in the blink of an eye Joel was lying on the floor, blood
Ashley's POV “I think it's yours.” He pointed to my handbag, which I had placed on the next chair, and I nodded, fishing it out. As if I hadn't known it was mine. Goodness, I sure hope the caller had a hundred million dollars to loan me for interrupting such an important moment of life and death. “A minute, please.” Waving me off with an understanding smile, he turned back to his computer while I excused myself. “Hey, honey.” It was Gracie, and if I'm not mistaken, her voice sounded a bit shaky as she sniffed, and my heartbeat started thudding in anxiety. “What's wrong?" I asked Knitting my brows, I went on "Are you crying?” Running my palm down my thigh, I waited for her response. “Don't get worked up, okay. But you—you need to come home right… Stop!” I heard her scream, then the line went dead. Okay, now I'm freaking out. Reconstructing the contours of my face, I took a deep breath, managing a small smile as I whirled around and grabbed my bag. In retu
Ashley's POV Blood rushed out of the veins of my hand as the reality of what I had done hit me especially with Cain's steely brown eyes glaring at me while Marvin clicked his teeth in vexation. “This bitch just fucking slapped us.” Marvin's angry words trailed off as I hurried out of the office. The moment I got into my room, I bolted the locks, feeling a sudden surge of heat in my pores as I disheveled my hair. “What have I done?” I mumbled, hurrying over to pull down my curtain blinds since my window faced the Venom's farmhouse backyard. At a loss for the next step to take, I grabbed my handbag from the nightstand, ransacking it for my cellphone. At first I had thought I only had the one job of saving my dad's ranch. But now that the tables have turned and I found he'd kept his debts away from me and everyone else, the game has changed and the Venmos have the upper hand now. God, Gracie would be so devastated to hear the news, and breaking it to her was the last thi
Cain's POV “I don't give a damn if you're buying into what we just said or not.” I thundered, and she mildly cowered. Tossing the file aside, I continued. “But what I'm sure about is you wetting your pants when we decide to drag you to court, little girl.” I threatened. Goddamnit! I hated losing control of my emotions like this, but was I supposed to stay put when my bulge was threatening to poke out? Turning away before either of them noticed, I planted my hands at the edge of the desk, slightly hunching my back. “Come on now. I think you've overstayed your welcome.” Marvin gestured towards the door, harshness reeking in his tone as he caught her wrist, pulling her along. “Hey, hey, wait.” Wincing at the discomfort, she futilely struggled to free her arm while stumbling behind him. Just before he thrust her outside, she shouted. “What do you guys want in return?!” I didn't know if that was the right line of questioning from her, but the corners of my ears tipped
Cain's POV Running my fingers through my damp hair, I couldn't care less if my hair was all over the place as I leaned into my 'crowbait' which happened to be my retro swivel chair, like Marvin always called it, my gaze glued to the door. Every movement Marvin did as he twisted the door open, I watched on with a ticking heartbeat until her familiar, lithe figure appeared right in front of my eyes like a too-good-to be -true dream. Blame! Marvin was too slow. With the way my dick hardened as our eyes locked, especially when her pretty low-bridged nose flared up, it made me want to sprint across the table and devour her right there like a sick bastard that I was. I thought she knew how far my obsession went after that fateful night at her dad's cabin 20 years ago, but I guessed the memory was vague to her since she was quite a kid while I was the perverted teenager. “Don't just stand there, or else we might think you came for house cleaning.” Marvin jested, his poker-faced
Marvin’s POV To be honest, as I leaned into the couch of Ashley's house, my knees buzzed at how wrong it all was. Me relaxing into the enemy's couch with no protection whatsoever, a move my dad would have totally blown my head off for if he were still breathing. It took my mind back to twenty years ago when I was first invited into the new neighbor's house. The moment the door opened I was standing face to face with a smiley-faced, blue-eyed, chubby girl who guided me to her room, holding my hand while I blushed like the tiny little boy I was. Not anymore. I mean, after that first day, I had long stopped feeling like a boy from the minute my hand brushed Ashley's soft baby ass. What a little rascal I was with all my fantasies about playing with them until one eventful day, my dad banned from crossing the line of our house to theirs ever again. Back then I had thought it was the end. Maybe she'd outgrow the fat in her ass and turn skinny like in trend these days when y
Ashley's POV I breezed out of the taxi that pulled up in front of my dad's dilapidated cabin, drawing an anxious breath as I shut the car door with a slow push. “Ashley?” Someone called out, and I veered my face towards her direction, the nervousness in my expression fading into a widened smile. The middle-aged lady grinned wider, her sockets popping out in surprise as she approached me with a limp gait, leaning on a cane. “It's really you, my big baby.” She sang, and I ran over, catching her in a tight embrace. “It's so good to see you, Gracie. I missed you…” Stroking Gracie's ash-black hair, I shut her eyes, nuzzling into her arms. “Blake always did say you'd come back to us. But I didn't imagine he wouldn't be here to welcome you home.” Gracie lamented, her muscles tensing up, I had no idea what she meant by that. What I did know was being hell-bent on keeping my promise to my dad that I wouldn't return to Texas until he visited my mom's grave with a flower. He sh
“Look at us, baby, after all this time we find ourselves here. Aren't we inseparable?” His question accompanied an animalistic grunt as the stimulation of their fucked-up situation stirred his cock in her. Alongside, his grip on her going painfully firm, he felt for her pulse as he drove into her. “I hate you.” She whimpered, her tone breaking as a series of moans escaped her lips. As though her words ignited the brute in him, his thrusts heightened, every one of them reaching her deep and prickling her insides. It marveled her how she was still wet down there despite the searing sting. Regardless, she shamelessly basked in the depravity of getting rough handled by her cheating ex-husband. Right then all his wrongs to her dissipated into thin air, and the only feeling she yearned for was the carnal bliss of taking his hungry thrusts, driving her on a delirious journey of lust. “Joe.” Shutting her eyes, her lips quivered as warmth settled at the pit of her stomach, her thighs jer
“Oh my goodness, you motherfucker.” She cussed, getting used to the fullness inside her as it expanded her walls. Biting her lower lips, she slowly rocked her hips, getting in touch with the rhythm of their movement. “I want that soft meat slapping down my cock, sugar girl, like a motherfucker. My own, motherfucker.” He sassed, repeating her favorite slang word as he flattened his palm against the walls, giving her the free rein as usual. Moreover, stimulation came with Joe's trust, the carnal type of trust that encouraged her to take him however she wanted and bring him to his zenith. The trust that made her core tighten up at the sensation of being in charge of his orgasm at that moment. Digging her nails into his wound, she kept eye contact with him as his jaw went rigid with the sting of her touch, and she started moving up and down at a slow, unhurried pace. Meanwhile, continuous sounds of moist skin mashing together emitted in the atmosphere as her luscious thighs sl
“Geez, sugar girl, sometimes you joke too much.” Not even a tinge of humor in his expression, he responded, ignoring the way his traitorous shaft was stirring underneath his pants. Shit, this wasn't the time to be getting aroused. He needed to hold on to his iron control and look away from the enticement of Bailey's offer. Or was it an actual offer or a direct request? The thought filtered through his mind as they kept each other's gazes for a while. With her face scrunching up in irk, she turned away, “What gave you the right to assume I want it with you? So full of yourself, huh?” She huffed, making to get on her feet when he caught her wrist, trapping her between his knees. “Hey, stop overreacting. You're getting mad because it feels like I'm turning you down— “Turning me down?” Bailey cut in, letting out a sharp laugh of mockery. Glaring at him, she snatched her wrist back. “And who exactly do you think you are that I should feel that type of way?” She asked. Running hi