Observing her for a while, he tilted his head, watching her bulgy green eyes grow teary. "Will you believe a kidnapper over your best friend? That should be the question.” He quipped, and her head veered towards his direction. "I need to get out. What are the terms you were talking about?” She asked, her tone faltering but not missing the urgency in it. She was certain Evelyn could never have done that to her. This kidnapper was only playing mind games. He was a manipulator, and she'd be damned to believe anything he said. The world was in a new age of vast technology, someone obviously hacked her phone so he could show these to her. What mattered was that she got out of there as fast as she could. She'd do anything, even admit she was as sick as him, to get her release. Without wasting time, he placed her on her feet. “Come along.” He said, walking through a door she never knew existed, his large shadow dwarfing her and everything else as she walked behind him. Then he
“Your hand.” Stretching out his palm, he ordered plainly. The moment she gave him her hand, something pricked her thumb, and she flinched. “Ouch,” To her dismay, she hadn't realized the ink he mentioned meant her blood till he pressed her thumb to the signature space. “Go get dressed.” He commanded huskily, bringing down an harness thong made with leather straps and tossing it atop the bed. Biting her lips nervously, she stared at the harness as though it was danger itself. She'd only seen sluts wear harness thongs in the tabloids and never imagined she'd sign up for something as vulgar as this. “For every second you waste, your punishment increases, Cee. Don't make me remind you of this clause again.” He said impatiently, his back turned to her, yet he could sense her every step as he grabbed cufflinks. In some minutes she was dressed up in a black harness thong that exposed her asshole, the delicate walls of her pussy, and her small breasts as she walked out to stand i
This cunning bastard had snuck a mirror behind him the whole time, and what for? “I thought you'd badly want to see how you look and mostly watch how fucked up you also are when I whip this tight little ass of yours.” He said, digging his fingers into her hair to pull it backward. “Or you mean how fucked up you want me to look.” She corrected him, her chin raised in the air due to his grip. Out of nowhere he snaked a finger into her harness to tug at her nipple, and she flinched, biting down a moan. The corners of lips slanted in subtle amusement, “Give it time. I doubt you'd keep those sounds muted when I'm done with these two beauties. Your count increased, by the way.” He revealed, Did he just call her two insecurities beauties? She knew when guys were trying pathetically hard to flatter her body just to stick their dick up in her ass, but his tone was purposeful, as though he was talking about his favorite childhood game. That did something to her slick core that it
“Yes, Papi.” Her words were gurgly, but it earned a satisfied grunt from him as he ejaculated his hot seeds down her throat, and she took it whole, swallowing every bit of him down her stomach as more tears came down her cheeks. The shock in her expression was lightly speaking when he pulled himself out, and she reluctantly let him go with a pop, and then he drizzled the rest of his spurts over her breasts. She was beyond grateful that she shuddered from the sensation, regretting the emptiness in her mouth. “You did so good, Principessa.” He praised, the dark clouds in his eyes, clearing a bit as he assessed her before moving away. Finally! He appreciated her, she'd didn't think she'd live to see that. “So do I get brownie points now like when you untie me because I'm numb?” She managed to speak, feeling the sweet sore ache in her mouth still palpable. A perfect reminder that she just received the best face fucking by a hunky sadist who happened to be her next-door neighbo
At her incessant nosiness, his jaw clenched up, but his demeanor still remained calm as he turned away from her, his eyes searching for his favorite gags displayed on the rack. “It's not like I'd be able to report you or write any story about the missing girl since I'm stuck here. Just in case we meet above yunno when you're done with me, I wanna go say hi.” She continued, abandoning her tray of food as she gingerly stood up, silently wincing at the sore feeling in her legs. Meanwhile, anger seared through his veins, cutting through his thin patience as she went on, “Her first name at least. Not like I really saw her face or anything.” She persisted, craning her neck from behind him to check if he actually heard her at all since he stood like a statue, his head thrown backward. “Hey, are you even listeni— Her words caught in her throat when he whirled around, crashing her against his chest; his hand grabbed onto one of her ass cheeks, and she gasped in shock. “Go lie on the
“You bastard, you're hurting me.” She cursed, Arching his brow in question, he leaned his weight on one hand while his finger slid against her wet folds, circling her clit in slow motions. “Oh really? Is that why you're not even wet in the slightest? Like a fucking dry well.” He uttered, sarcasm dripping in his tone as he watched her face contort in pleasure. “Don't shove your dick in there without a condom because I won't get knocked up for a criminal.” She spat, and he withdrew his finger from her folds, a disappointed hiss escaping her lips at his motion. When she realized it, she screwed her eyes shut in embarrassment while the corner of his mouth lifted in mild amusement. “If you read the contract right like you were supposed to, you'd have seen my test results, bambino.” He quipped, and her brain quickly did a recap. Dang it! She'd ignored a section of the contract after seeing a sloppy handwritten note at the top. That was a doctor's note. How in the hell did she
Meanwhile, her slick core tightened up, vacuuming the wave of pleasure coursing through her, and the inability to squeeze her thighs to block it out only added to the carnal bliss erupting like a volcano in her blood. Just when she was getting floated away in the heat of a hot, wet kiss, he suddenly brought a tape to his mouth, then tore at it with his razor-sharp teeth and plastered it against her mouth. His motion was so swift and clean that one moment she was tasting his moist, delicious lips, and then the next the bland taste of tape exploded in her mouth that she screamed, but it came out in a mumble. Her eyes widened as she watched him get off her, leaving her bound and her mouth sealed, and she began wriggling her body in protest, yet the cufflinks only let out clanking sounds. The force of the ties crashed her back to the bed each time she lifted her body. This was the bastard's plan all along. Make her admit to her dark repressed desires, willingly or unwillingly, t
"Don't stop, yes, ah.” She moaned sweetly, almost sobbing, as he plunged two fingers into her wet entrance, which caused a painful stretching down there. Sweet torture, they say, yet she knew this was more. With how well he was stretching her and sucking her essence like it'll be his last, wrenching orgasm after orgasm till he left her drained yet yearning for more, this was more. “Call my name again. Merde, you're so tight and sweet.” He grunted his dirty words against her pussy, blasting hot air from his mouth that burned her deep in exotic ways she couldn't fathom. “Ryder. Ryder, ah, fuck.” Her mumbled words came out breathily but desperately. Her hips were aching from being pinned down by his strong arms, yet it gave a delirious feel that encouraged the stimulation building inside her. Digging his fingers into her voluptuous hips, he nibbled, nipped, suckled, and lapped her swollen clitoris till it was glassy clean in preparedness for an incoming orgasm. He knew with
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