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
“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. R
Ashley's POV Oops, I'm done for. I tried to regain my balance and snatched back whatever courage I had coming in here in the first place when I met the red glower in his eyes, and I froze. That was just the pink eye, right? Definitely. Not like he could possibly be getting Red Bull angry just because I barged in. “Um, I um— “Who said you could come into my room uninvited?” That definitely didn't come out as a question with the way he roared it out. Of course he wasn't just angry but furious. Noting his facial expression, I gave us more distance, tucking my hair strands behind my ears more times than normal as I cleared my throat. “I need to make a call.” I blurted it out before I cooked up a better way to voice my request. I wasn’t expecting what came next because he let out a tight grin, making me cower for safety. Knowing he was anything but the smiley type made me knead my fingers in anxiety. And I think it would have been better if he didn't smile at all bec
Ashley's POV “Watch me make the tables turn, brat.” She spat before marching out, and I felt annoyed with myself for feeling sorry earlier. “Old hag.” I said under my breath as she slammed the door shut behind her, leaving me to my thoughts. Well, at least my clothes were back. A little light shone in my expression as I got to arranging my clothes, and then it clicked that I hadn't called Gracie for an entire week. Remembering her threat that if I fail to call for a whole week, she'd make sure she finds her way to me by all means, whether I liked it or not. At the time, I had no choice but to give her the fake address she insisted on having. Christ, I'm sure she wouldn't be able to even reach me since Cain had my phone as per the contract rules which said I would be cut off from the outside world during my six-month stay in their house. Ruffling my hair in panic, I quickly slipped into the first pair of clothes that I got my hands on and stepped out to find Cain. Of
Ashley's POV “Open up, Master Marvin!” Hilda shouted, her knocks growing harder and more urgent, and I could see every spark of lust leave Marvin's eyes as he let my nipple go with a pop. Still steadying my breaths from my journey of orgasm, I looked away as he stepped back from me only to scan my body with a frisky smirk. “Too bad I won't stick around to clean you up.” The sarcasm ringing from his tone was obvious as his stare glued to the milky drops trickling from my inner thighs. Turning away, I silently prayed for the ground to split up and swallow me. Clearly, it was written all over his face that he used me for the fun of it. My nose flared as I turned back to him to give a piece of my mind, but he had already made his way out of the bathroom. For a silly moment, I was going to stomp out and follow him, then the realization hit me, and I clicked my teeth. ‘You’re naked, Eve.’ The tiny voice in my head mocked. Thank you, universe, for making me a 21st-century
Ashley's POV “What's wrong?” I asked in the haze of lust. I'm sure I would have snapped my neck before I asked him that on a normal day. Of course, it was giving pick-me-vibes. Not until he said, “Touch yourself while I suck you, and I want you to scream my name while you're at it.” He ordered, I almost snapped out of my lust haze and refused him when he lifted his body slightly, then buried his face in my collarbones and began to suck it in. The first gasp I released was long and strained as I tilted my head back, my eyes popping out of their sockets at the adrenaline burst. “Come on, fatso, touch that soft, fat meat of yours.” He croaked, wrapping his hand around my nape while his other hand flicked at my nipples as he continued sucking. With how desperately he was sucking me, I might be on my way to cardiac arrest with the way I rocked my hips against the walls in the heat of excitement.How it turned me on, goodness. Slowly tracing my finger down my belly butt
Ashley's POV I wasn't supposed to be feeling the lick of heat from Marvin's hot tongue as he swirled it around my nipple, but my nails dug into his shoulders instinctively, my eyes widening in the fullness of ecstasy. No way! This wasn't the reaction I expected from myself. I should be filled with disgust, clawing my fingers at his hair and ripping the strands off for even as much as touching me, but here I was— “Get your hands off me.” I hissed, hoping it sounded more harsh than I intended. In fact, my eyes rolling at the back of my head contradicted my words, and he groaned against my breast. “With the way you're trembling already, I think it's best if I keep my hands on you.” The words almost didn't make it out of his mouth as his hot breath fanned the pores of my bare bosom, and I quivered. I made subtle attempts to push him off me, but it was as though my sixth sense kept pulling him more onto myself that I felt as if I had been divided into a double personality. One tha
Marvin's POV “What are you doing?” She asked, panic evident in her tone. Pausing for a bit, I raked my fingers through my hair before rolling my tongue across my teeth as though to soak up how my mouth was watering at the knowledge of her being naked. “Breaking you out unless you want to rot in there.” I responded, knowing fully well I was exaggerating. But I didn't give a care in the world. Fuck the damn contract. I wanted Ashley right now, whether Cain liked it or not. “I don't need your help. Just go away.” She yelled as I continued yanking at the doorknob. Then I stopped again. Before alerting the entire household of my little break-in, I left and then returned with a key man. Unlike in the movies, I couldn't unlock a bolt with a fucking needle. That was bullshit. Only a key man would know what to use in this case since it was their job. “Don't you dare come in. He says he'd deal with anybody that tries to get me out.” She said, terror ringing in her tone. But I knew
Marvin's POV “And where have you been, Mr. Rancher?” I asked my twin, clenching my teeth and grinning all at once. He took one hard look at me before completely releasing me and walking around his table to take a seat. “I'm busy. Just spit out whatever you got to stay and leave.” He rapped, burying his head in his damn work like the fucking workaholic I knew he was. Well, may the good Lord help him drown in a pool of horseshit and do more work. But as for me, I was going to rewind because I needed to give myself flowers for getting off Ashley's mirror pic for days when she lived just next door. If only she knew how I've wrenched orgasm after orgasm from that one picture like a drooling dog, she'd have filed charges of sexual harassment already. Shoving my hands into my pocket, I had a stern look as I glanced over the stack of papers on the desk. “The sheriff's been acting up a little too much these days. While I want to give him a little warning, what should we do abou
Cain's POV “Give me the showerhead.” “Please hurry. Some soap got in my eyes!” She cried, blindly swinging her ass to and fro as she searched for support. I had been so engrossed feasting my eyes on her thighs that I forgot to move for a while. When she managed to turn around, the swing of her hands brushed past my pants, and for a second I thought my angry shaft was going to sprout out of my pants in impatience. That did it. Because I reached for the showerhead, putting it over her face while her breathing went ragged as she washed the soap off. Taking out a small towel, I offered it to her, which she used to wipe her face. “Thank y-o-u—her words choked in her throat as her eyes widened at me, and she screamed, “What are you doing here?” She almost jumped into the bathtub as she staggered backward. Letting my lips tug to the corner in derision, I stepped close to her, “Really? You're asking me that in my own house.” With the way she was plastered against the
Cain's POV “What the hell are you standing there for?” I asked Hilda, who looked beyond shocked as she hurried to me. She tried to maintain eye contact but couldn't hold it with the iciness in my eyes. “She insisted on bringing it in herself,” she argued. I gave her a dirty look, and she shrank back into her shell. “I'm sorry.” She apologized, going back to grab hold of Ashley's bag, but I didn't miss the glare she sent Ashley's way as she walked past. Screwing my housekeeper was one thing, but letting her know her place every now and then was another thing. I didn't bother to ask if she was okay as she leaned her weight against the shelf in our living room, rubbing on her arms with her face scrunched up in pain. Turning my back to her, I started walking towards my home office. “Hilda will show you to your room, and you're not to step out without my permission. Am I understood?” I asked from over my shoulder, and when I didn't get the desired quick response, I paused. Cleari