“Wait. What?!” Evelyn stared wide-eyed at her best friend as the pen slipped from her hand, landing pinpoint on her foot. “Arghh!” She squeaked, flinging the notepad to the other side of the room. “Don't be so loud. He'll hear us.” Ciara whisper-shouted, hurrying over to put her hand over Evelyn's mouth. The latter swatted her hand away immediately, along with her nose flaring up, “You lied to Mason that we had a dinner reservation at McDonald's for this?” Evelyn asked in disbelief as she limped towards the window. Yanking the curtains back, she watched a large-framed guy dressed in a baggy hoodie stalk into his apartment just a short distance away. With her heart in her throat, Ciara pressed a finger to her lips, sprinting to drag the curtains closed, “Keep it down. He'll kno- “You've been watching him like a little stalker? Come on, Cee, this guy doesn't look like one of your fans. He gives off the heebie-jeebies.” Evelyn cut in, hopping on her bad foot and then coll
Ciara found her trembling legs stepping backward as her neck muscles ached from looking up at his well-sculpted face, like a freshly carved Greek god that fell from heaven. Holy cow! Now she knew why he always shadowed his face in hoodies: because GQ magazine might just kidnap him just for a feature on their cover. However, his expression was icy and unsmiling, and for a second she wished he'd just snap her neck out of anger rather than the perilous calmness and composure he exuded. “Um, I'm Cee, your next-door neighbor.” She introduced herself, flashing a bigger grin than necessary. But the hardness in his gaze only switched to a poker expression that made her skin crawl in dread. Due to the extreme focus she had on his face, she didn't realize when her back slammed against the brick walls of his apartment that the force made her wince. Meanwhile, his height dwarfed her presence as they now stood inches from each other, and she found herself holding her breath. Just whe
Dropping the watering can, she did a little victory dance in her head as she moved closer to hear his response but stopped in her tracks when his steely glance hit her. Just like glancing over a disgusting trash can and then contemplating if you should spit on it or not, but you changed your mind and decided it won't be worth your while. That was exactly how she felt when their eyes met before he jogged off. “So embarrassing.” She muttered, her cheeks reddening. Quizzically looking around to see if anyone else had been watching them, she shielded her face with the corner of her hand before bolting inside. “Universe, take my life!” She lamented as she buried her face in her closet and screamed, “I don't want to live anymore.” “Who’s not living anymore?” Evelyn's voice suddenly cut in, and Ciara jumped into the closet in a startle. Her frantic movement caused her to get blinded by the wraps of clothes over her eyes, and she slipped to the floor. “Cee!” Evelyn cried,
“Ryder?” She asked herself inwardly as her vision went black and the smell of leather hit her nostrils, coupled with the hot air enveloping her in the stuffiness of the trunk. Ryder was his name; that had to be it. Soon, she sensed the car's movement as they hit the road, and panic struck in her guts. Her first instinct was to scream and let him know she was trapped in his trunk; even though it sounded sensible, she wouldn't miss a golden opportunity like this to tail him to wherever he was headed. It was either now or never. By the way, what did she plan on saying if he asked how she got in there in the first place? He'd probably report her to the cops for trespassing. And that was the last thing she needed. Feeling her surroundings with her elbow, “Ahh!” She yelped when a screwdriver pricked her elbow as he took a rough U-turn. Did he change plans? She was about to ponder on his possible next move when it dawned on her that she had made a sound. Subsequently, t
On second thought, he didn't need it urgently. A kid was his hostage this time, not one of his usual captives that were mostly washed out soldiers -whom the Costa Nostras have cancelled- Cee, Cee, the voice in his head whispered her name like the adverse effect of nicotine that he wished the image of her voluptuous ass wasn't engraved in his memory. Peeking through her window, pretending to take selfies while she took pictures of him. Talking on the phone too loudly while she stole glances at him from the rooftop and wetting a spot in her garden for hours just to catch a glimpse of him when he stepped out. Every single one of her tactics he knew them all but pretended to be oblivious to let her get bored and move on, yet this fat-ass, pretty-faced redhead didn't seem to be budging. He loathed her for attempting to catch him off guard when he was a master of his craft. Does she think her petty reporter degree can wield enough power to unhinge him and get his ass thrown in
His hunter-like gaze penetrated into her bulgy green eyes before it traveled down to the plump of her lips, which had now become chapped from the cold. He imagined moisturizing them with his cum while the vision of her tight lips stretched out to take his thick shaft began to build his bulge. At that point his eyes roamed down to her small breast—which he guessed had taut pink nipples—down to her luscious big booty, that he had to look away before he lost all rationality. “I'll give you the golden opportunity to run off and dodge my bullets, and if you make it out without getting hit, that's your luck.” He offered, danger looming in his tone as his stare swept over her form till it landed on her behind, and he swallowed. He was a bad liar, and he knew that. She caught him kidnapping the girl without his mask, meaning this had become a two-way street. Either she died by his gun, or he kept her hostage for her safety unless the Cosa Nostra would find her, and when they did
Maintaining his composure, he ran his palm down the side of his face like a form of self-control technique before he returned his stoic stare on her. “Ignore my question one more time, Cee, and this will whip your ass instead. Now.” He commanded, his Italian accent mixing with the cruel authority of his tone that assured her this handsome kidnapper here never bluffed. “You asked too many questions. How am I supposed to remember the exact one?” She asked in exasperation, straining to keep her voice lower as the corner of her eyes searched for a defensive weapon to snatch. When he leaned forward to reach for her face, she threw herself off the bed and bolted to the door. “Come closer and I'll- she grabbed one of the empty bottles of scotch near the door, pointing it at him with a trembling arm. "Don't even think about that.” He warned, his calculative eyes watching her steps as he leaped towards her, dodging the bottle in time before it shattered against the wall behind him.
Strangely, a sense of disappointment wrenched her guts, but she masked it off with a sharp laugh. “Really? You're letting me go. What happened to your big talks about my punishment and keeping my mouth shut?” She asked, her eyes flickering between the ajar door and his stoic expression. He only strolled to the other end of the room to grab his pack of cigarettes and then lit one. “Aren't you happy to leave? Anyone else would have fled by now.” He said idly, leaning his weight against the window before he pushed it open and puffed out into the air. Ciara's mouth only parted to form words that didn't make it out as she walked backward. “I don't trust that you won't shoot me if I turn around.” She admitted, her heartbeat thudding in her ears. With his back to her, he swept his tongue across his teeth as he spotted the rustling of leaves in the woods. “If you know where you'd find yourself the moment you step out of this facility. You'd beg me to shoot you right now.” He adv
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
Ashley's POV “Concerning?” I was almost sitting at the foot of the couch in curiosity. “Relax, please. It's nothing out of the ordinary, but your consent is important. We can get on with the signing if you are comfortable with it. “Only if.” He added, and my heartbeat pounded at the uncertainty as he extended the file to me, and I accepted it. Taking in a deep breath before I slowly started flipping through the pages, I could barely concentrate with a stranger's eyes on me. “Can you come back for this? I have to take my time.” I requested it without raising my head. “Three hours. That should be enough, right?” He asked, and I briefly glanced at him enough to catch how intent his gaze was. “Maybe more. Like a whole day.” I hardly finished my sentence when he coughed a laugh, and I paused to shoot my brow up. “Something’s funny?” I asked. “No, miss, sorry about that, but— Schooling his face to be stern, he continued. “Going strictly by the terms in the contract
Ashley's POV “Hey, give it back. I'll take another one.” I hopped a few times trying to grab the phone as he raised it in the air, knowing too well that I wouldn't be able to reach it. “You're such a pervert.” I huffed in defeat when he let his arms fall, throwing the phone into his pocket only to lean close to me, “Even a pervert wouldn't need to look at your pic twice before it ends up in the trash.” “Then why did you want it in the first place?” I scoffed. “Just to make fun of you.” He added, winking at me. Stomping off, a peppery sensation burned in my eyes, but I made sure to reach outside before I let tears roll down my cheeks. Taking the backyard again, I hurried into my room, locked myself in, and then curled myself up in the sheet. After which I pressed my mouth into the pillow and sobbed. Harry had also said the same thing, but his was more hurtful. Marvin successfully reminded me of the reason why I couldn't hold my marriage. I sulked and slept off ti
Ashley's POV Blinded by my rage, I hadn't registered his motive for acting so calm as I whirled around to leave. Almost immediately, the honks started blaring in the air, and my heart dropped to my stomach. How in the world did the demolishers happen to be on standby for the moment I refused the Venmo deal...? Wait…. Stopping in my tracks, I slowly turned around to find Marvin grinning wickedly as he brought the glass to his lips. “Talk about fast-tracking, huh? In case you thought we've been bluffing, I had to give a quick reminder.” Turning his focus to me, I tried to hide the tremble in my hands by placing them behind my back. “How's that for a start to our dirty games?” He asked, and I could hear the frantic feet of the workers racing towards that direction. Soon in time, Gracie would start to panic on seeing the tractor. The Venmo bastards! I inwardly yelled as I moved closer to him. “Please stop them. I'll—I'll do what you ask and won't argue.” I managed to p